Anime is an Outer God's Playground

As Hiro's essence faded from the battlefield, the orb in from which Akira was watching Hiro pulsed violently, its light swelling with each passing second. Akira's eyes widened, sensing a rupture that's most unintended.

In a flash, the orb burst into an explosion of blinding lights, each shard a fragment of Hiro's shattered spirit. Akira stumbled back, shielding himself, but the force was unstoppable.

"UGH—!!" It slammed into him with brutal force, hurling him across the chamber and into the stone wall. The impact dug a deep crater, cracks spidering out like veins as Akira slumped, stunned and bruised. The room fell silent, and for the first time, Akira felt the true weight of what he had lost.

Akira's eyes widened as the realization sank in, his hands trembling slightly. "This means that my world-traveling experiences are truly more personalized than I thought," he murmured. "My protection magic was tailored, weakened by some unknown factor, just enough for Longinus to break through."

He stared down at his hands, an unsettling clarity washing over him. "It wasn't just curiosity guiding me… I wanted Hiro to struggle, to suffer." The words felt both foreign and uncomfortably familiar as he spoke them aloud. "All along, I was seeking pain for my own alter ego, just for the thrill, for the entertainment..."

Akira let his hands drop, a hollow realization settling over him.

"That's fucking insane! I don't know what this personalization factor is but I need to figure out more and be able to control it."

Akira clenched his fists, eyes narrowing with determination. "But for now, Ainz, I'll show you true hell." His hands ignited with a fierce, otherworldly glow, and slowly, the shattered orb began to reform, pulsing with renewed energy.

As he felt the familiar power build, he muttered, "It won't be for too long…" a reassurance both to himself and to the lingering memory of his promise to Alice. Yet deep down, he knew the line he was crossing. His departure was imminent, his resolve unwavering. For Hiro, and for unfinished retribution.

Just as Akira steadied himself, the door creaked open, and Alice stepped in, her gaze sharp with suspicion. "What's going on in here?" she asked, glancing around at the traces of scattered energy still dissipating.

Akira quickly dismissed the glowing remnants with a casual wave, forcing a calm smile. "Oh, nothing. Just… experimenting with some spells," he said, brushing dust from his shoulders and attempting to mask his intentions.

Alice eyed him carefully, the silence thickening. "You weren't about to break any promises, were you?"

He laughed, a little too quickly. "Of course not. Just… thinking things over."

Akira's gaze softened as he looked at Alice, her hand resting protectively on her belly. The life they'd created together was almost ready to enter the world—a moment they'd both dreamed of, yet here he was, caught between his desire for vengeance and the promise of family.

Alice's eyes, a blend of worry and warmth, searched his face. "Whatever you're planning, remember... soon, it won't just be the two of us."

Akira took a steadying breath, letting the weight of her words anchor him. He reached out, resting his hand gently over hers. "I know," he whispered. "And I won't let anything jeopardize that. No matter how tempting it is to set things right myself."

Alice nodded, a faint smile tugging at her lips. For now, the world beyond could wait.

And soon enough it was already delivery time.

X―x―X—Delivery—X―x―X

Alice drifted in the vastness of the Outer Realm, a place unlike any she'd known. Here, stars scattered across an endless horizon like droplets of molten silver, glimmering in silent harmony. Waves of iridescent light flowed through the dark void, shifting and swirling in slow, graceful patterns that seemed to respond to the rhythm of her heartbeat.

The surroundings held a weightless quality, as if gravity itself had forgotten this place. Colors beyond the ordinary spectrum cascaded and merged, creating ribbons of energy that twined around her, painting the darkness with vibrant hues. Crystalline structures floated nearby, their sharp edges refracting light into delicate, dancing patterns that decorated the surrounding expanse.

Suspended in this cosmic cradle, Alice felt an overwhelming calm. This was a sanctuary crafted from pure energy, timeless and untouched. It was as if the Outer Realm had paused its own existence, creating a haven solely for her.

"ALRIIIGHT ITS TIME TO GET A BABY OUT OF THE FUCKING WOMB AND INTO THIS LIVING HELLLLL WE CALL LIFE." Azathoth, was very excited. Once Alice delivers, a single month will be the only waiting time until the prophisized event of Crossing-Over to the Nexus.

All Outer Godss were present at the moment. Shub-Niggurath, Cthulhu, Yog-Sothoth, Nyarlathotep, Azathoth and of course Akira.

"Ready to help give birth you insignificant moron?" Azathoth's hand bumped against Akira's back who was sweating profusely, after all, HE was going to do the noble job.

Alice, sweating even more, looked at Akira with barely opened eyes and a stiffened expression that showed her anxiety and fear of the upcoming. For the first time in history, since this scenario could have an unlimited amount of outcomes possible, Alice could NOT look into the future, making her knowledge limited, something she's very unfamiliar with.

The Outer Goddesses stood to the side, their presence ethereal and ominous. This was a moment of unprecedented significance: the first time an Outer God would engage in the act of sexual reproduction.

Nyarlathotep got a bit too excited and her hand drifted down, her fingers brushing against her form in a way that betrayed her eager anticipation.

Yog-Sothoth, ever perceptive, noticed the subtle movement. His cosmic eyes flickered with a quiet curiosity as he asked, his voice resonating through the void, "What are you doing, Nyarlathotep? This is a moment for creation, not indulgence."

"I... I CANT CONTROL MYSELF ~HAAH*

...I...I NEED TO LET IT OFF ~HAAAH* " Nyarlathotep was as horny as ever and seeing Alice giving birth turned her on so bad she needed to masturbate on sight.

Yog-Sothoth's jaw opened as for the first time, a hint of emotion could be seen on her face, and it was embarrassment and disgust.

"Such defling nature... Have some self control, I don't want your fluids splattering on me and making me lose a piece of information to add to my library..." Yog-Sothoth said. And while Nyarlathotep kept playing with herself, it was time for the showdown.

Akira's hands shook slightly as he prepared the tools laid out before him. A basin of hot water, a clean towel, sterile instruments—nothing like the cosmic powers of the Outer Gods, but in this moment, they were his lifeline. The tense atmosphere was thick with anticipation, and the roar of Alice's pain filled the space like a thunderclap.

Her body was a chaotic whirlpool of energy and agony. Alice's breath came in ragged gasps as her form trembled with each contraction. A shriek tore from her throat as a surge of power sent waves of destructive magic spiraling around her.

"Akira!" Alice screamed, her face twisted in pain. "Do it now! Please!"

The intensity of her voice sent a shiver down Akira's spine, but he steadied himself. Sweat beaded on his brow as he dipped the towel into the hot water and gently wiped Alice's vaginal lips, her pore stretching abnormally and a circular mass at its entrance.

Akira gently grabbed the unborn yet from the head and awaited an imminent effort from Alice to elaborate.

He could feel the raw force of her emotions as they ripped through the air.

Azathoth, watching from the side with the other Outer Gods, gave his approval with a slow, deliberate nod. "Do not rush it. Her power... it may react unpredictably. Proceed slowly."

Akira nodded, biting back his nerves, and reached for a sterile cloth. "You're doing well, Alice," he said, trying to steady his voice, though it wavered slightly. "Just one push is all I need..."

Alice's fists clenched, her nails digging into her palms as she screamed once more, the energy around her twisting and distorting. She could barely control it, her primal instincts taking over, sending shocks of raw power outwards, threatening to shatter the realm.

Her voice was barely a whisper between gasps. "I… can't… It hurts so much..."

But he had no choice. "You can. You have to." Akira's voice was firm, but the tension in the room was suffocating. Every moment felt like a lifetime, and with each passing second, Alice's power surged, making the situation even more dangerous.

With a sudden, guttural scream, Alice pushed with all her might, a violent shockwave ripping through the air. Akira, with his heart pounding, held his ground as the energy washed over him, but he couldn't lose focus. His hands moved with precise control as he used the towel to wipe away sweat, applying more pressure where needed.

And then, amidst the chaos, there was a moment of stillness. The soft, subtle sound of a tiny breath, a sign that the worst had passed.

Akira's heart raced as he looked down at the tiny life that had emerged from the storm. In the background, the Outer Gods stood, watching in eerie silence.

"FUCK IM GONNA FUCKING BUS—" Nyarlathotep was about to do a catastrophee, but luckily avoided thanks to Azathoth banishing her at the last second.

Akira stood there, trembling with both exhaustion and awe as he cradled the newborn in his arms. The tiny form was swaddled in a glowing aura, still surrounded by the remnants of Alice's powerful energy. The room was silent, save for Alice's heavy breathing and the low hum of cosmic power from the Outer Gods standing by, observing with intense focus.

The baby's skin was smooth, almost ethereal, as it let out a faint, soft cry, a sound that contrasted sharply with the chaos and destruction that had just transpired. Akira looked down at the child, his chest tightening with emotions he hadn't anticipated. This was his creation, his legacy, born from Alice's pain and the immense forces of the Outer Realm. The weight of what had just happened, what had just been brought into existence, sank deep into him.

Alice, her face pale and drenched in sweat, gazed up at Akira through half-lidded eyes, exhaustion etched on her features. "Is... is it... okay?" she whispered weakly, her voice strained but full of a raw tenderness.

Akira, still in shock, looked at her, then back at the baby. "Yes," he whispered, the word barely audible. "It's... a miracle. You did it, Alice."

As he gazed down at the child, a surge of protective instinct washed over him. The pain and turmoil of the delivery, the tension of the past moments, seemed to melt away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of responsibility. This tiny being was the result of a union between the gods, the culmination of all that had led to this moment. It was a new life, something neither Akira nor Alice could have fully anticipated.

But then, as Akira held the baby closer, a wave of realization hit him. The future of this child—this new life—would be intertwined with everything Akira had done, every decision he had made, every action taken in pursuit of his own desires. Would this child carry the same burden? Would they be just another pawn in Akira's endless game?

For the first time, Akira felt a flicker of doubt, but it was quickly smothered by the need to protect and nurture. He couldn't allow the past to shape this future. This was different.

"Welcome to the world, Roxanne." Akira whispered, his voice heavy with emotion.

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In a cozy New York-style café, a silver-haired woman sat by the window, sipping her black coffee deluxe. Her striking features and calm demeanor contrasted with the bustling noise around her. With her blue eyes scanning the newspaper, she exuded an air of quiet elegance. She occasionally paused, her gaze drifting outside, lost in thought while the world continued on, unaware of her serene presence.

"Mom! I want a black coffee too!" A girl came tugging towards the woman who seemed to be her mother.

"No no Roxy, it's too strong for you. Chocolate milk is better for your small body." She hands over a cup of chocolate.

The child pouted, crossing their arms. "But I want coffee like you, Mom!" She insisted, eyes wide with determination.

The woman chuckled softly, ruffling their hair. "Trust me, chocolate milk will make you feel much better," she said, her smile playful yet firm. "Coffee's a little too strong for someone your age." She turned to the barista and ordered the chocolate milk with a wink, returning to her newspaper.

"Fine!" She purred.

PEAK CINEMA.

THE END.