(The Primordials meet their father.)

Chapter six:

Qinglong nodded at this. His voice then softly echoed like boughs of branches full of leaves rustling in the wind, steady and swaying. That does seem to be the most logical of events.

Zhuque's feathers brightened at the thought. Curiosity started to flood her. A roar of an inferno sounded as she spoke bright and cheerfully. "What do the rest of you think he'll be like? All we know instinctually is that his base form is male and that he is absolute. I think he'll be powerful."

Everyone else rolled their eyes at that. Because it's already obvious that he's powerful.

Her curiosity was infectious, though. Everyone, even Hera, had thoughtful looks on their faces as their imaginations started running wild.

Nuwa with her enthreal and sweet voice chimed in. "He will be kind, and loving."

Qinglong reared back, looking poised and proud. "He will be a wise and a man of taste."

Bailhu flashed a ferocious grin and cackled mischievously, which resembled knives rubbing together quickly while submerged in glass. "He will be fun."

Hera, in her even tone, added her own thoughts. "He will be fair."

After a few minutes. A whisper, seemingly from nowhere, yet everywhere, sent chills down everyone's spine's. "He... will be... accepting." Said Siwang.

After hearing everyone else's guesses, in a voice seemingly as old as time itself yet with the power of a full force hurricane Xuanwu slowly spoke. "He will be unexpected. But in the end, be everything you all expect." As he said it, his eyes glowed green like emeralds, still emitting cosmic power, but also his inherent power over time.

As if on cue. The space they were in started to broil. All the floating particles and energy seemed to vibrate. Hera and the Primordials felt a new presence join them, but it was not being formed, not like they were, it was everywhere. It flooded their perception. It brought out emotions in them all. It spread warmth and joy and comfort. All the same time though it radiated power, unlike any of them could imagine.

Clouds began to form above them. They were majestic, full, fluffy, and golden. It brought tears to several of the Primordials eyes. Xuanwu kept a blank look on his muzzle.

Then, the clouds began to show a face tall enough to dwarf of them in size. A prominent nose, large floppy ears hanging down the side of the head, with golden fur... wait, fur?

"Woooooof."

The sound of which. Made everyone speechless.

Then, as if they were never there in the first place, the clouds and the dog head, disappeared.

What replaced them was a man. Still tall, thrice as large as Hera, and still radiating power. He had large bright blue eyes, shaggy brown hair, sculpted facial features, and built like his muscles had muscles. He was wearing a golden robe. The man they knew in their bones to be their father looked at each of them in the eyes. Then started laughing.

(Previously.)

A few hours passed while Travis was trying to figure this out. How does a person go inside himself? It doesn't make any sense. Then again, nothing that's been happening had made any sense. Creating water? Eating nothingness and existence? Who could imagine it was possible? Exasperated, Travis looked up, surprised to find that Jack was still there. Travis pulled out his best apologetic voice he could.

"Sorry for making you wait for so long..."

No response.

"Uh... Jack? Mr. Kirby... sir?"

That got a reaction from the cosmic giant.

"Hm? Oh! Sorry, what were you saying?"

"I said I was sorry for making you wait."

"Oh! Don't worry about it, time is relative here. While it does pass, it's disjointed and is experienced experienced by each individual differently. Heck even inside of ourselves time is a very mutable thing, for us at least. Honestly, I've been on a beach on Xandar in universe 616 during Earth year 2016 while I waited."

"Wait so. Time doesn't matter? But what about my Primordials? Won't they, I don't know, revolt if I leave them alone for too long?"

The elder multidimensional being seemed to frown at that.

"Ah, well, yeah they could, not that it would really do anything. I know I said that time was mutable for us in our own multiverses. However, that is not how it is for you, for now."

"What do you mean?"

"It's one of the things we need to talk about. But just know that, for now, time moves forward with you and with your multiverses outer dimension at the same pace. Anyway, while you figure it out, I'm going back to the beach! Oh yeah, one last thing. Never let your Primordial gods know that you used to be a being much weaker than them. It never turns out well. Instead, cover up your failings with the fact that you were only recently born. It's technically the truth anyway."

That shook Travis up a bit, but he quickly brushed it off and paid attention to his predecessor and observed his actions as he" went to the beach. A flash of energy was seen from the beings head and it entered into one of the small orbs in his chest.

Dumbfounded... Travis couldn't make heads or tails of it. It looked like how he made the Primordials, but instead of an intent to create, there was a different kind of intent. Wait... intent!

Whenever I did anything within myself, there was always intention. The slimy black bastard's came about due to a lack of intention, while the water, steam, deconstructing matter, and the Primordials, all happened due it being my intent! So if I intend to appear where they are, while focusing, then I can! I wonder if there's anything else I can do just through my intentions... maybe, change my appearance? Travis smirked as he heard a certain phrase being yelled out by Bailhu.

This should be fun.