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“HOW CUTE!!!!” Misaki cried, giving Kiyone a hug as they watched the new bundles of joy.
Minako wasn’t squeeing with delight like Misaki.
Dear God, Michi, why couldn’t you have kept your legs closed?! Minako wept in Her mind, though She realized She wasn’t exactly one to talk.
Minako’s heart nearly exploded as She starred in abject dread at the newborns. Laying in beds side by side with one another, Michiru, Soma, Lady Sasami, Young Sasami, and Great Sekolah each cradled their baby girls.
That wasn’t the worst part, in Minako’s mind at least. Each woman had given birth to quintuplets. Minako shivered as She watched each group of quintuplets vying with each other over who got to suckle their mother next.
There are now 25 little shits that are gonna be running around this place. The Senshi of Love realized as her daughters, along with Misaki and Kiyone, tried in vain to comfort Her.
Among Lady Sasami’s girls, the mists of the Sea shone in the eyes of one. For now, little Sozo rested against Her mother.
***
Ah, hell, there’s another one of Her!
That was the first thought both Sammy and Ramia had when the other Tsunami and Lady Sasami arrived in her universe. Then, Sammy nearly shit a brick when she learned that this incarnation of Tsunami had merged with her other self from that universe.
Queen Jazirian, Queen Tsunami, and Princess Misao, on the other hand, looked upon their counterparts with awe and wonder as the Goddesses incarnate stood beside Michiru Kaioh, Soma, and Sekolah. High Priestess Nesirie of Juraihelm had already become acquainted with the Princess of Neptune who was her counterpart. Princess Misao was especially amazed to see that her other self was an adult and to have that sort of glimpse into her own future.
The older Misao was there with of her daughters and mother Suexanna. Her youngest daughter, Shuree, presented herself in a red kimono with her light purple hair tied up. Her green eyes were like that of her birth mother's shy form.
Shuree sighed as Yumiko strolled up to Juraihelm's queens.
"Considering your own heritage, having alternate universe incarnations of Tsunami and Jazirian married into the family would hardly be the craziest thing about our family." Suexanna whispered playfully to Shuree, who grudgingly agreed in silence.
Another wonder to behold was how Queen Jazirian, Tsunami, and Nesirie all had baby bumps that seemed to perfectly match one another. Despite Hers, Queen Tsunami managed to run to greet Her greet Her fiancé. Yumiko expected Tsunami to give her a big wet kiss upon arrival. Instead, she found Tsunami’s face buried deep into her cleavage motorboating the girls wildly. Yumiko sighed.
My little Yumiko’s baby-mama to be is a woman of proper taste. Yumiko’s Misao noted. Nice.
Shuree shook her head and Suexanna giggled as they saw that eager expression on Misao's face that hinted at her increasingly unsavory thoughts.
Queen Jazirian and Priestess Nesirie walked up to greet Lady Sasami and the others. She clasped the elder Sasami’s hands.
“We are still indebted to you for all you’ve done, and all you will do.” Jazirian told them.
“You helped us as much as we helped you.” Lady Sasami assured Her. “You know our lives will always be bound together.”
The Muvian and Neptunian royal families had made their pledge to help Jazirian and Tsunami rebuild and heal Juraihelm’s wounds. It was miraculous enough that the magic realm’s survivors did not hold a grudge against the Queens. Once the truth of what the priests, and later Merrshaulk, had done to them surfaced, the people understood who the true villains were.
Having a people who are so understanding is a rare and precious thing. Lady Sasami thought, remembering how unwelcome She still feels in El Hazard.
Priestess Nesirie, whose own baby bump was even larger than Tsunami's, bowed bowed before Sekolah. She had thanks of her own to give.
“Thank you, Great Shark Spirit, for answering my call.” The priestess said. “And thank you all for being there to help my friend.”
Tsunami’s cocked Her head up from Yumiko’s breasts, a questioning look on Her face.
"I guarantee that you will always have my watchful eye looking over you and your new family for protection." Sekolah swore to Her daughter's counterpart.
Yumiko’s Misao walked up to the Princess for a word of her own.
“You and your mama need to take good care of Yumiko, do you hear?” The older woman said.
The older Misao’s hair suddenly went blonde, and her eyes turned a deep gold.
“And Tsunami should also remember to share any babes She picks up with my girl, do you understand?” The woman commanded with a devious smile.
“Oh, you can bet on it, cherie.” Misao answered devilishly as her own hair and eyes changed to match her counterpart.
Sammy, Ramia, Ryo-ohki, and Rumiya stood from a good distance as they watched the gathering. They all sighed as they overheard the fiendish giggles of the two Misas.
While the others were having their joy and entertainment, Queen Jazirian placed a hand on Her stomach. She knew Her future daughter would bring wonder to Juraihelm along with their new friends. She felt a certain peace watching Tsunami in Yumiko's arms, dreaming of the new world this family would create together. And the vision of a Blue Goddess dancing with a Great Mother Serpent played out in Her mind.
***
Sylia looked up at the woman who stood beside Her now. Finis was so much like Sylia’s adoptive mother, and it gave the girl a great deal of comfort. And Finis’s daughter, Rin, who stood by the woman’s side, was a dead ringer for Young Sasami.
Sylia's greatest source of comfort, however, was Her new family. She felt the loving arms of Her adoptive mother, Soma, wrap around Her while Her daughters came up beside Her. Years in Her own time had gone by, and Sylia was well into Her adolescence. Birthing two beings such as them would have likely killed a girl Sylia's age under normal circumstances, but with the help of Her mothers' magic, Sylia was able to bring Her two daughters into the world safely without any injury or pain to Herself.
The two girls were just like in the visions. The one who resembled Young Sasami, who Sylia named Makoto. The one who resembled Sylia Herself, named for the mythical idealized woman Galatea. And Sylia no longer feared Galatea, a thought She had reminded Herself as She saw the girl’s sweet expression.
One final individual soon joined them, having made her own preparations. Samanta stepped forward.
In another universe, Samantha’s hair and eye color shifted to blue as She stood with Sylia, Finis, and the others. Feeling Her power finally at its full potential, She was now prepared.
“Is everybody ready?” She asked them all.
Oh, yeah!" Rin answered gleefully.
“Playtime!” Galatea squealed with joy.
"I'm more than eager to put these vocals chords to use again." Soma said
“Then let’s do this!” Finis exclaimed.
Finis and Rin began to sing. The ethereal sound of their voices spurred on the spirits of the other three girls. Finis and Rin had learned to bind their singing magic with the souls of Sylia and Her daughters, which in turn aided them to do what came next. The three of them held hands, and a blue aura emanated from them.
Soon, Soma and Samantha joined the chorus, and Sylia and Her daughters felt this whole world connect to their souls. As they had done with Sylia’s homeworld, their song would heal the wounds of El Hazard.
On the world below, Rune and the daughter who shared her name looked to the sky as the felt the soothing touch of the divine song restore life to El Hazard once more.
***
Another world was far less fortunate. The humans of the realm of Enoshima had grown too complacent in their recent time of peace. Decades had passed since any kaiju had appeared to reap havoc in their world. Civilization as they had known it lay in ruins, with survivors scavenging the global wreckage for survival. Those who remembered the past wondered if humanity could ever recover their old heights.
The answer came to them one morning. The answer being a resounding “No”. In the eastern land of Ka, people living in villages along the coastal regions felt the chill as a bellow the elders knew all too well echoed across the land.
Rising from the ocean depths, a new monster that appeared very much like Gojira made landfall. The dark blue scales of Her outer body complimented the light blue of Her underside, and Her spines blazed with hot blue fire while Her red eyes glared upon the humans in coastal villages that fled from Her. Daija prepared to carry on Her mother and father's legacy.
***
Sailor Mare and Sailor Thalassa clasped hands as they stood at the shrine on the shattered moon of the latter’s name. By them stood their 25 priestesses, led by Rochelle and Anais, the daughters Tai bore to Maesla years ago.
“We finally did it.” Thalassa said happily. “What our Goddesses once called us to Neptune to accomplish.”
“And we found so much more along the way.” Tai added, thinking of the family she found with Maesla as a Senshi.
“I wonder if we can return home now?” Thalassa wondered. “I haven’t seen my mother and sister in ages.
“I think home has come to us.” Tai answered as shapes manifested behind each of them.
The pillars of seawater that appeared took on the shape of two women of impossible beauty. The primeval Goddesses Thalassa and Mare called to them. A weight had been lifted from the heart of the Guardian of Thalassa.
Mother Helen, Sister Mina, I’m coming home. Renee said with a tear in her eye.
***
The Sea of Creation flowed through Her. More than just holding sway over it, She was the very personification of the power of imagination and the will to create.
Sozo reflected on Her existence before She had fully ascended to become the Sea embodied. Her childhood in Mu, Her brief time helping young Halia rebuild Neptune. Despite living in the Muvian palace and being a Goddess beyond any that even most deities could guess at, Sozo lived a simple and quiet existence before She fully ascended. Now, with most of Her design complete, She had one more thread to weave.
Do you all hear me?
From different corners of reality, Sozo called to the ones who brought Her awakening. The mothers and daughters who acted as the pillars of the Omniverse Sozo now held within Her. The brought Her awakening, and She needed them once again. The first answer to Her call came when She felt the familiar touch of one who was dearest to Her upon Her shoulder. The one who once carried Sozo in Her womb.
"Tell me, Mama, do you see me differently now?" Sozo asked, Her voice trembling.
Sozo turned and looked into Her mother’s eyes. Though Her true self was beyond what Lady Sasami, or Snake Mother, could comprehend, Lady Sasami saw a young woman with a face like Michiru’s, alabaster skin and baby blue hair like Her own, and radiance like Young Sasami’s that shone in Her blue eyes.
"I still see the darling daughter I have always adored." Lady Sasami answered, Her voice radiating with Snake Mother's divinity within Her.
She sensed Her secondary mother drift up beside Her.
"And by your side we shall remain." Young Sasami swore, the divinity of Tsunami emanating in Her angelic tone.
"As will we." A melodic voice called to Sozo.
Finis' call heralded the arrival of the others. Her and Rin. Juraihelm's Jazirian and Tsunami. Sylia, who had since grown to an adult in Her time arrived along with Makoto. And even mighty Manda and Daija.
Sozo closed Her eyes. Her final transition into womanhood and becoming the Mother of Creation would begin. What the others perceived as Sozo's form split into five separate and identical incarnations of Her. One of Sozo's bodies turned and touched both Lady Sasami and Young Sasami on their cheeks. Through Her other four incarnations, gave the other women the same touch.
"My spirit belongs to you." She whispered. "To all of you."
In that immaterial realm of Creation and Dreams, Sozo became one with them all.
Epilogue
Sasami Kawaii groaned as she fell face-first into her bed. Finally back on Earth after all the catastrophe, she definitely needed a break. Ryo-ohki pulled up beside her in cabbit form before collapsing himself.
At least Misao finally got a happy ending out of all this. Sasami thought.
The two of them laid there for several minutes, unmoving and silent. From out of nowhere, a thought sparked in her mind. A question she had been meaning to ask.
“Ryo-ohki?”
“Yeah?”
“I was wondering, how were the priests of Juraihelm able to seal away the Demon God power from Tsunami and Jazirian the first time?”
“Eh….”
The cabbit groaned again as he tried to snap back to think.
“Well, according to the records I was privy to, they managed to bring the Demon Gods low with the help of a particular magical girl.”
“Oh, another one?”
“Yeah.” Ryok-ohki continued. “Like, they said she had magic related to singing, or something. What was her name….?”
He thought for a moment.
“Oh yeah, they called her Magical Vocalist, Pretty Chiho.” He finally said.
Sasami did not know why, but a slight chill ran up her spine. She brushed off that curiosity and pondered the info as the noise of the karaoke machine downstairs began to blare.
***
The denizens of the Old World knew not what to expect when the fabled Twin-Tailed comets passed through the skies once more. The people of the Empire saw it as a sign of Sigmar’s return. The elves believed Lieath had given them a sign to decipher. The Skaven of Clan Pestilence feared the return of Daemon Sotek. Only the Slann in Lustria knew the truth.
No words could ever describe the fears and apprehensions felt by the warm-blooded races as the skies seemed to open, and they appeared. 25 in number. Massive hovering shapes, many larger than the largest cities, came down from the heavens, bathed in lights of all colors of the rainbow.
Lord Kroak, eldest of the surviving Slann, received the message in his mind from his makers. Now that the Mother of Creation had awakened, the ancient beings who once shaped the world had returned to complete the Great Plan. With their minds as one, the Slann welcomed the great plumed snake Tepok as He led the fleet of His brethren down.
Grey Seer Thanquol scurried away into the sewers of Altdorf as one of the ships approached the city. Worming his way out of this situation would be a tale for the ages…..
***
Nachina sat in silent contemplation. Merrshaulk’s failure and the awakening of the Anathema was no small setback. Nor was the return of the Old Ones. It mattered not. In the end, justice would be dealt to all just the same.
She did not budge as the figure approached her in her private void. The newcomer did not expect her to overtly react.
“The Anathema has dealt a serious blow to the other Four, but She did not have it in Her to finish them.” She said to him, her means of greeting. “Dealing them the killing blow will be a task for Lord Malal
“Yes, for what the Despoiler did to the people of Neptune, She deserves an agonizing end.” He answered. “All four of Them do. I shall help The Fallen bring about that end.”
In her meditation, her mind viewed Kaiyo’s form. All color in his skin had melted away, and the empty sockets marked by tiny points of light where his eyes once were spoke of the former knight of Neptune’s new devotion.
“And how would you begin?” She inquired.
“An acquaintance named Finis handed me a little gift awhile back. I believe this will make a perfect offering to the Lost God.”
A wave of his hand summoned a man’s screams. Dr. Clinton Stingray fell through the void, until he landed in front of Kaiyo, as if hitting solid ground.
“Wh…what is this?” the doctor cried.
Nachina nodded.
“Yes, he will do as your first sacrifice to Lord Malal.” She told Kaiyo. “If he sheds tears as his skin gets flayed, it will be a sign of Malal’s favor.”
"That's a rather odd ritual to perform for the Outcast." Kaiyo noticed.
"Yes, I was just kidding." Nachina smirked. "We are only going to do that for our own amusement."
Raspy laughter carried through the darkness. Stingray never would learn to appreciate their humor.
***
Sozo fell into Lady Sasami's arms, the two of them having reached their climax. Even in this higher state of being, the two Goddesses shivered as they held one another, their breasts pressing against each other. They both felt Young Sasami's arms wrap around them.
Beside them, Sozo's other bodies lay in the arms of the other Lisianthus pairs. Manda and Daija. Finis and Rin. Jazirian and Tsunami. Sylia and Makoto. All five of the Lisianthus pairs served as pillars of the Creation which Sozo embodied.
Sozo gave each of them a kiss before She rested in their arms, feeling the spark of new life already growing within Her.
End