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Gotham's Dead End Bar - Companion Piece #2
🕑 Added 2025-02-26 01:12:38 +0000 UTC— Didi —
How long had this fight been raging? Didi didn’t know. Perhaps she couldn’t know, and for one such as her, that was a terrifying prospect. All she could say for certain was that her beloved was TIRED.
Weary of Body. Weary of Heart and Mind. Weary of SOUL, most of all.
Sean fought for an eon, an age, and even beyond. He was given only mere moments of respite throughout it all. Infinite waves of invaders pounded against his mounted defense. When one fell, two more took its place. And from beyond time, space, and reality itself, Didi watched Sean’s longest, strongest life as it reached its zenith and end.
Her beloved took his seemingly endless battle beyond the Gates of that reality. From what Didi was familiar with, he would be past the White Gate, where even Del dared not tread.
He walked the Dreadlands and Infinite Madness at the borders of his current multiverse. He went where only Outer Malice and Eldritch Doom awaited. He guarded reality itself from invasion.
In that damned boundary between existence and nothingness, even Didi’s concept flinched and wavered. It was the infinite sea, not of stars, but of whole universes and multiverses filling the ‘skies’. The Void Between, and from that Void, existential threats surged forth.
The Madness that lurked in the Void Between aimed for Sean’s reality in that life. It sought to consume, corrupt, and conquer his whole multiverse. It hungered — for Life, for Death, for every concept in between.
Many shapes and shades of it flooded forth. Ever-questing tendrils and tentacles as wide as stars. Legions upon legions of ‘Demons’ below even the worst Luci’s Hell could conceive. Powerful Entities, Outer Gods, and twisted facsimiles of ‘people’ who called the Void Between home. Massive monsters from the depths. Concepts and ideas that were too damned for any one reality.
Many worlds and myths spoke of a ‘Primordial Chaos’ before Creation. Through watching that life of Sean’s, Didi discovered where the Primordial Chaos went once Creation had truly begun… Creations were built on the reality-stuff it left behind. But eventually, inevitably, the Void Between returned to reclaim the Creation it wrought.
The Void Between and its Primordial Chaos was the eternal beginning and the eternal ending. But that didn’t mean realities went easily into its writhing goodnight. Just as the Void had Madness, reality had a Madness of its own. A Madness of Endless proportion — Death, Destruction, Despair, Desire, Destiny, Dream, and most fittingly… Delirium, little Del…
While Didi and her siblings weren’t present in those other realities, their concepts existed wherever the Void waned and Creation reigned. Creation was just as infinite as the Void beyond its borders. Not everywhere, but in the pockets of reality that infinitely dotted the Void Between.
From their concepts, something ‘real’ sprung forth. Despair and Comfort, Desire and Contempt, Delirium and Composure, Destiny and Continuity, Dream and Certainty, Destruction and Creation, Death and Conception. Endless dual natures and Endless possibilities from them. Something REAL to push back against the reclaiming Void.
Endless D/C concepts inspired reality everywhere they touched. Heart and Mind. Body and Soul. LIFE. People and beings — mortal and divine — who would fight for all they knew.
It was the natural order of things. The Void Between was chaotic and destructive, but it wasn’t intelligently focused. Its ‘reclamation’ was simply the automatic action of it swelling back to fill ‘space’ where it had once been. Like a great tide of all things — to be and not to be.
The real Madness and Malice came from the things that inhabited the Void Between. ‘Life’ but not as Didi knew it. They were impossible, alien antitheses to true Life’s very existence. They weren’t a mirror to reality, but something entirely OTHER. And with that OTHERNESS, they rode the tide of the Void to fruitfully ‘real’ feeding grounds.
Against that surging alien tide, Sean fought. And he didn’t do so alone. He had men and women by his side, beasts and divines. Every one of them had long since transcended reality’s limits. They’d reached for the Heavens and risen beyond. Cultivators from across a whole multiverse gathered to defend the Gates from Outer siege.
Sean knew them all, and so Didi knew them as well. She knew them by their ridiculous titles and deeds, by Sean’s friendships and rivalries with them, and for a few, by how they touched upon her concept in their Daos. Cultivators were — as Sean would put it — a ‘bullshit bunch’.
They were all at the peak of power. Far stronger than any god Didi knew of except the Source. None were truly Endless. But the greatest among them were perhaps only a step and some below. It was a gathering of greatness that could move entire multiverses.
Sean was included at that peak of power. The oldest and wisest of masters. The most loyal senior and junior brothers. The staunchest of sisters. The noblest of ascended spirit beasts.
There were the cultivator twins, yin to each other’s yang. Brothers who walked mirrored Daos. Twin paths to immortality and beyond that couldn’t be separated. They argued and bickered as much as they fought side by side, back to back. Jin the Most Divine and Gin the Most Damned.
There was the cosmic black widow. A seductress to sway even the stars. Where she passed, whole worlds held their breath. The slightest sway of her hips quieted gods and devils. The supple softness of her curves hid a most lethal secret. She Who Comes With Dawn and Sunset, Fourth Sister Bai Xiaodan.
There was the oldest of the old masters. A senior who made his home at the end of time itself. His sword could rend apart atoms and spaces and Time with ease. A man of peace and contemplation who’d been called to take up his arms for one last fight. Senior Zhong Hong, the Swan at the End of Time.
There was the highest ascended spirit beast. A beast of gluttony turned noble and thinking even as she consumed entire worlds. Her fur was black and white with yin and yang, twin furnaces circling each other in her core of cores. Simple Bamboo started her Dao, unknowingly at the time, and her gluttony only escalated until it was known to the whole multiverse. Fu, the Paragon Panda of a Thousand Stomachs.
There was the Dragon of the cosmos. A great serpent between the stars. Its physical form was sinuous, like a living strand of silk. As wide as any star and so long that it weaved through an entire universe the Dragon called home. Its spirit was even more massive. A primogenitor that gave birth to the life that ever-sought to climb its cosmic scales. Long’un, the Star-Devouring, Life-Giving Serpent.
There was the little cultivator queen. A diminutive woman of royalty. She was born to rule and took that birthright to a fittingly illogical extreme, as all cultivators were wont to do. With her royal decrees, men, beasts, and divines alike bent the knee. Furthermore, she was a mother, almost constantly giving birth to whole new lines of royalty to impart on the many worlds of her home universe. Little Qian Xifeng, the Phoenix Mother of Many.
There was the young master, one of nature itself. He was Life and Growth. A ‘young’ man of green and brown and flowers forever blooming. Nature’s laws were his word, and his word was nature’s laws. Liang Ye, True Brother Amidst the Heaven’s Roots and Branches.
There was the young mistress. An icy jade beauty. Considered oh-so-young by her peers there. But an unmatched talent all the same. She ascended again and again on her Dao. Through it all, she never forgot the sect of sisters that first took in the orphan girl she once was. Even at the peak of power, she represented that piddling, insignificant sect as if it were the greatest institution in the Heavens. To her, it was… Yan Yanyu, Young Mistress of the Eight Storms Sect.
There was the noblest being of all — man or beast, demon or divine, through Heaven, Hell, or Earth in between. A being raised by a man touched once by Death, a man who desired nothing more than peace on his farm. A being who never shed the beginning his first master granted him, no matter the Heavens he mounted. A being who crowed in every dawn, even beyond the borders of reality. The noblest of cocks, standing straight and tall. Bi De of the Fa Ram.
Finally, there was Sean. Didi’s beloved. Her Sean, yet… not. Not yet. ‘The Drunken Fist’, they called him. ’The Change That Awaits’. The first moniker followed him from his lowest of origins. The second only came as his Dao evolved.
That Sean had lived a life of millennia. He’d grown and grown himself to the peak of power. He’d walked a path, a Dao, that ascended him above the Heavens. He’d been through so much that Didi even worried this version of him had forgotten her concept’s gentle caress on his Soul…
It was an essential life that Sean led. One that was fundamental to everything he became. The Dao he followed and the enlightenment he found carried over even now, Didi knew. But she lamented him being away from her concept’s loving embrace for so long all the same.
The Sean she watched had come so far, for so long. He began that life as a mortal. A ‘cripple’, even. From that inauspicious start, he carved his own path, his own Dao.
From alcohol to poisons to pure impurities, Sean rose and rose. He ascended past the first Heaven and then the one after. On and on he went, his cultivation growing, his Dao adapting and evolving. He became Change itself and stood at the peak of power amongst his peers. There, at the peak, he received the call to arms just like the others.
Now, Didi could only watch as her beloved fought where time had no meaning against enemies unending. It was a terrible, terrible war. Stars were born just to be thrown at fodder. Supernovas went off to little effect. Magicks to end entire worlds razed the Dreadlands. Concepts were wielded like swords, Daos like spears. What would’ve been an apocalypse anywhere else was merely another hour on the contested border of reality.
Sean had allies at his side. Some noble friends. Some contentious rivals. All united in the fight against everything that threatened them from beyond. But even with such commendable comrades beside her beloved, Didi couldn’t help but ache for Sean. Dozens and dozens of transcendent beings fought against the Malice in the Void Between, yet there was still no end in sight to their plight, their fight.
The stalemate took a toll on everyone involved. But Sean most of all — Didi saw, she felt, she knew. Her beloved was exhausted. Didi could sense his end was near. Not an end of mistake or failure, but one he chose for himself. Sean played at the motions of Change… but he was done with that long, long life of his. He greeted his quietus on his own terms. Didi watched with bated breath to see how he did so, how he finally returned to her.
“Another abomination falls, haha!” Jin the Most Divine exclaimed.
“That was my kill, wretch!” His twin, Gin the Most Damned, swore.
“In your most damnable dreams, wastrel!”
“Must you court death always?!”
“Death at your hands is the only demise I would accept, Most Damned!”
“Gah! You say the truth we both know so plainly, brother!”
“Enlighten me, dost thou feel the same?”
“You needn’t even ask! The answer you seek has always been — and will always be — yes!”
As they bickered, the cultivating twins carved through the battlefield like a mirrored tornado. They moved as one, breathed as one, and slaughtered all comers as one. A shadowy entity from Voidy depths was ripped in twain by Jin’s bare hands. A tentacled horror was kicked to oblivion and back again by Gin’s barefoot, quite literally disappearing on the spot only to reappear dead. On and on they went, impossible to stop or separate.
“Your animosity is as touching as any show of brotherhood,” Fourth Sister Bai Xiaodan deadpanned, her voice reaching across the whole battlefield on the borders of reality.
“Truly, we are honored to witness such petty bickering,” Senior Zhong Hong joined her deadpan in the same cutting tone.
She Who Comes with Dawn and Sunset moved like a wrath, like rolling fog that crept along the ground. She was untouchable and everywhere at once. Shadows lengthed where she looked. From their darkness, she sprung with lethal intent. She stalked the Dreadlands with a sword in hand and Death in her heart of hearts such that Didi could plainly see it.
A wicked web was weaved through her kills. A formation etched in Maddening ichor and caustic not-blood. Bai Xiaodan wove Death, a sight so beautiful and pure that Didi’s breath caught on her lips. It was a fitting tribute to her concept. And so, even as far removed from the events she watched as she was, Didi made sure Death answered Bai Xiaodan’s call.
Upon completion, a bony maw of splintered fangs rose in the Dreadlands. An Outer God was casually caught in those jagged jaws. It struggled, a mess of exploding eyes and putrid pus and lashing limbs. But Death had seized onto the Maddening being. Soon enough, it withered and wasted away.
Yet as the formation of Death sprung to Life, Bai Xiaodan froze in place. She looked upward and stared at nothing and everything. As powerful as these cultivators were, even Didi couldn’t completely conceal herself from them, it seemed. Bai Xiaodan didn’t know where, why, or how, but Didi could tell she sensed something aiding the Death she brought.
“Fourth Sister? Are you well?” Senior Zhong Hong asked.
“Un. It is nothing,” Bai Xiaodan excused her odd behavior.
But to Didi alone, she whispered thanks with a deeply bowed head, “Mine gratitude, Senior Sister...”
A little wind carried Didi’s silent acknowledgment to the little sister of Death she’d never known to claim. A little sister closer to her level than almost any could hope to truthfully say. Cultivators were a bullshit bunch to be certain but Didi was never one to turn away family, wherever, whenever, and however they might be.
As Didi’s acknowledgment washed over her, Bai Xiaodan’s eyes fluttered slightly. She turned back to the fight at hand with a newfound contentment in her heart. She did so just in time to catch a writhing, Eldritch knife-arm before it was plunged into the old master’s back. The creature it was attached to quickly liquified like a fly in a spider’s cocoon.
“An unnecessary assistance, but you have my thanks as always, Fourth Sister,” Senior Zhong Hong said.
“Leaving yourself open on purpose is far from noble, Senior Swan.”
“I simply believe in giving all of my enemies equal chance to finally bring me my demise, Fourth Sister.”
Bai Xiaodan sighed, “It is a miracle you have lived so long as to become old and gray.”
Senior Zhong Hong sighed right back, “A miracle and my greatest shame. None I’ve encountered have liberated me from my curse of long and fruitful life.”
Even in the midst of heated eternal combat, Sean spared the time to laugh and quip as Didi knew best from him, “Haha! Don’t go humoring the suicidal old man now, Beautiful Spider! He’s been seeking death for as long as I’ve known him. If I have it my way, he’ll be seeking death long after, too!”
“Ever the wastrel. Ever the fool. Ever the menace, Daoist Drunken Fist,” Senior Zhong Hong scowled.
“Call me what you will, old friend! My name will always be-… Sean… Caine!” Sean turned his quippy retort into a grand, showstopping attack.
With a shout, he declared his True Name for all of existence to hear. Not for the first time. And certainly not for the last. But its invocation had impact all the same. Sean’s fight turned in an instant.
He faced a shadowy giant of colossal proportions. Its limbs were pillars beyond pillars. Its hollowed-out chest cavity could’ve contained the Colosseum. Its head matched any megalithic statue, carved into an expression of Malice and Madness. The giant rampaged rampant, stomping and swinging its massive arms to strike at Sean.
Sean kited the Colossus behind him, pulling its proverbial strings. It tore through the ground and the air itself as it gave futile chase. A man trying to swat a fly. But the fly was the one to win the day.
Sean’s shout, his proof of self, was heard. The Dreadlands shook. As if made real, his declaration physically struck the giant. His True Name carried wrathful weight — Life and Death and experience beyond reason — obliterating everything it touched. The giant’s hollow chest caved inward and disintegrated around the True Name. The Atlas of some Void-based depth toppled.
The Colossus that could’ve held up a world shattered a sheer hole through the Dreadlands on its way down. Almost instantly, it disappeared into the depths of the Void Between. A dozen Void-born terrors were dragged along with it.
But even for the magnificent feat, none batted an eye. Sean’s fellow cultivators barely looked up from their own battles. And the forces of the Void certainly didn’t care, certainly didn’t stop coming. Immediately, Sean was assaulted again by flying horrors that swept across the hole he’d made in the very Dreadlands beneath their feet.
Sean swayed and wove his way between questing claws, Void-blooded weapons, and thirsting tentacles. His manner was calm. Utterly at ease. With a drunken tilt to his every movement, he countered right back at the impossible swarm. Paradoxically slow punches rent unreality to pieces. Sean looked as if he was doing nothing more than training. Sparring, even as he ripped through foes who would lay entire realities low.
And as their enemies continued to stream forth from the Void — just to fall to fist and sword, formation and Dao — the cultivators kept up their casual conversation.
“A woeful name for a True Daoist, Senior Brother,” Bi De, the Cock of the Heavens, sniffed imperiously. His wattles jiggled with the oh-so-human motion and all the while, the clawed spurs of his chicken feet diced through tangled tentacles like knives in the kitchen.
Sean laughed, “Perhaps, Big D, but I’ve never claimed to have fully assimilated into the culture. My name is mine and I shall wear it until the end of time. A woeful name for a woeful Daoist, yes?”
Bi De clucked a scoff, “A greater lie this lowly rooster has never heard, Senior Brother!”
“If you are ‘woeful’, this one shudders to think what the rest of us are!” Yan Yanyu, Young Mistress of the Eight Storms Sect, joined the conversation to declare.
“Truly, his humility is sickening,” Liang Ye, True Brother Amidst the Heaven’s Roots and Branches verbally cut with a face as if sucking a lemon.
“This mother finds it rather charming,” Little Qian Xifeng, Phoenix Mother of Many, demurred. “One can only hope the seed he has fostered upon me grows to embody the same.”
Didi could sense Life in the Little Mother’s womb. She traced it back to its Conception and felt Sean’s touch upon the moment. A son. One who would begin a royal bloodline of Rebirth and Change, reflecting both of his parents. Qian Xifeng cultivated the wee babe in an Inner Womb and her physical body was unhindered in the eternal fight she joined.
“An intriguing idea,” Bai Xiaodan’s whisper carried across the battlefield, deadpan but curious. “Mine womb has long been rendered barren by the Death I cultivate. Would the Little Mother be open to a potential surrogacy?”
Seeing the thought her newest little sister contemplated, Didi almost leaped to give her approval. More Family! Even if she might never meet them… Another wind of Death brushed up against Bai Xiaodan, carrying Didi’s feelings on the matter. The little sister stiffened imperceptibly but nodded to the source of the wind only she felt.
“Most gladly, Fourth Sister,” Qian Xifeng fondly agreed.
Sean smirked, the expression one of casual amusement, “The Myth of Consent… Isn’t there someone you forgot to ask?”
Bai Xiaodan waved dismissively — the gesture also serving to sever several shadows from the strings that animated them, “The idea is merely in its conception. When the time truly comes, I shall come kowtow at your feet, Brother Sean.”
The statement brought Didi happy little flutters. At the same time, she watched as a sudden wave of exhaustion and resignation washed over Sean, “Yes… When the time truly comes…”
He fell silent, even as the others continued to converse their ways through the eternal slaughter.
Down, went their enemies. Void-stone walking fortresses were torn apart at their foundations. Void-scorched armies were cleaved wholly in half. Void-damned concepts failed to penetrate the defenses of reality. Void-born monsters writhed themselves to true Death in ‘real’ agony, Didi’s concept finding purchase on them for the first time as they left the Void Between.
Fu, the Paragon Panda of a Thousand Stomachs ate her way through the battlefield. Insubstantial shadows went ignored, but those Void invaders with meat on their bones weren’t so lucky. With quick, munching, crunching bites, she swallowed a whole Outer God. She slurped up its countless tentacles like noodles. She chewed tender Madness and chowed down upon crunchy Malice, even the Void proving to be nothing more than fodder for her Thousand Stomachs.
Bi De clucked and chortled, “Your gluttony knows no bounds, Insatiable Sister! Should we worry of Madness as it digests?”
Fu was preoccupied with her chewing, but a reply still came. When it did, the whole Dreadlands vibrated with the calm but massive rumble, “WORRY NOT, HEAVENLY COCK. IF SUCH MADNESS COMES TO PASS, I SHALL SWALLOW OUR SISTER WHOLE AND CONTAIN HER UNTIL SANITY RETURNS.”
The ‘sky’ of the Dreadlands moved like a coiling serpent. Beside Bi De, an enormous eye opened. The Star-Devouring, Life-Giving Serpent Long’un put any worries at ease. Its sinuous, seemingly infinite body was both transparent and solid. Within, entire worlds were born, lived, and died. All none-the-wiser to the Cosmic Dragon around them.
With a great, slithering pass through the Dreadlands, Long’un released its terrible fury. It breathed supernova fire. It crushed Void Demons and Unreal Shadows with black holes along its scales. Yet it never dared to swallow the foes they faced as its name described. To introduce the Void to its Inner Universe would be to invite disaster.
Through it all, Sean remained uncharacteristically quiet. And despite the awesome carnage around him, Didi focused her eyes on him alone. Now, her beloved’s weariness truly showed. Not even the conversations between his allies — his peers, friends, and rivals — pulled him from his Soul-deep fatigue.
He went through the motions, fighting and killing his way through the endless enemies carried upon the tide of the Void Between. But… nothing had Changed. Not for a long, long time. So long that Didi had to exert actual effort to cast her view back so far.
For Sean and his Dao of Change, that was a crushing issue. Nothing Changed on the borders of reality. Perhaps nothing could… And Sean was drowning in the stagnation. How long would he be stuck to that noble defense? Another eon? Another age? More and longer still?
Didi’s heart went out to that version of her Sean. So powerful. So enlightened. So… stuck. Didi ached for him. She mourned. She couldn’t help but reach out. And so, for that briefest of moments, Sean felt Change once more.
Didi’s words wouldn’t reach him there. Nor would her touch. But the ghost of an echo of her love…? A reminder that Death loved him brushed against Sean’s transcendent senses. A reminder that Death would always welcome him back, even if Didi herself couldn’t meet him just yet. She was still far in his future… but his Endless Life and Death journey was just waiting to be resumed.
The Change ran over and through him from ear to tiptoe. Sean stood straighter. He removed himself from the eternal fight, flying up above it all. Didi’s reminder prompted Change. The Change after stagnation for so long prompted a decision to resolve itself within Sean. Death awaited always, and now, Sean remembered.
Suspended above the Dreadlands, Sean began to bring Change from within himself. An awesome weave and working of Magic unseen. For a moment, Magic itself seemed to blink. Then, giddily, eagerly, it flocked to Sean’s will.
Enlightenment brought ‘Endless’ power. In that moment, that grand finale of a most transcendent life, Didi felt Sean touch upon her level. He became both Endless and Temporary. Not Death and Conception as she was, but Death and Change in a way only he could be.
Even then, he was hers. Sean was still ‘of Death’. Didi’s breath caught in her throat as she watched. Tears welled up in her eyes. She was proud — oh-so-proud — and struck speechless.
Sean was not. He had words for each of his allies — his peers, friends, and rivals. They too stopped and stared. From the Heavenly Cock to the Divine and Damned Twins. Sean brought his Will of Change and even the Void Between seemed to pause.
“Sorry, Bai Xiaodan. I guess you won’t need to kowtow. But Qian Xifeng stole some of my seed and stored it away within her. You have my permission to do whatever you wish with it.”
“Sorry, Qian Xifeng. I won’t be there for our son. I’m sure he’ll do us both proud. I don’t blame you for stealing more of my seed. I’m sure you only had the best of intentions for it. All I ask is that you give it to Fourth Sister as I’ve said.”
“Sorry, Jin and Gin. We were never close, but you fought beside us anyway. Stick together and keep striving to one-up each other, yeah? And maybe open yourselves up to others. Your brother may be your other half, but there’s room in the Heart for Many.”
“Sorry, Zhong Hong. You won’t be dying today. But there’s no need to seek Death, old man. She’s waiting for us all in the end.”
“Sorry, Fu. I’m sure you’ll dedicate one of your feasts to my name. Eat well, noble friend.”
“Sorry, Long’un. We won’t be able to finish that shogi match. If you need a new rival, though, try the chicken. He’s surprisingly good.”
“Sorry, Liang Ye. We won’t be squashing our beef with butted heads like mountain goats on a cliffside. It’s not as Nature intended, but I’ll leave my gardens to you. Look after them well. I know you’ll see that the sproutlings are blameless, even if I was the one to plant them.”
“Sorry, Yan Yanyu. Never let anyone say you aren’t worth the position you’ve achieved. You might be young, but you’ve earned your spot here at the peak. Just don’t forget your roots.”
And finally, “Sorry, Big D. You noble, noble cock. Give my love to the Farm. Your first master will always have the right of it. Peace, Contentment, Family, Hard Work with your own hands… That’s true happiness, true power right there.”
The reactions to his apologetic goodbyes were many and varied. Jin and Gin stood at attention with closed-fist salutes over their hearts. Bai Xiaodan looked away with the slightest dusting of blush on her porcelain cheeks. Zhong Hong grumbled and turned away to hide the regret that suddenly entered his eyes.
Fu stood to give a perfectly practiced bow, slurping Outer God tentacle noodles into her maw all the while. Long’un shed a single, star-quenching tear. Qian Xifeng blushed and sputtered frantically as her thievery was called out. Liang Ye scowled a scowl without any real weight behind it. Yan Yanyu nodded firmly and gratefully to Sean’s advice.
And Bi De crowed to the rising sun, “Blessed be the Fa Ram! I will erect a grand tribute to you when I return. We shall always remember the wandering Drunken Fist.”
Sean spared them all one last smile as he brought his Change upon the Dreadlands. Magic soared. Sean waned and receded in its wake like a sunset at sea. But even as he Changed himself to Death, Sean pushed on. He was the cause. The effect was unthinkable.
Behind them all, reality itself surged and pushed outward. It washed past its Gates and into the Dreadlands. Everything it touched turned ‘real’. And everything ‘real’ obliterated the unreality of the Void Between.
Sean Changed his reality in that life during his final moments. He encouraged it to expand, welcoming and guiding it when it did. As if Creation began anew, the Void Between was pushed back against its tide. The Malice and Madness invading the Dreadlands were drowned in the swell. A new border was defined, and once it was, reality curved up and in to seal itself from the Void Between.
The seal settled. That multiverse set itself above and beyond the Void Between. It wasn’t completely closed off to the rest of existence, just much, much more resistant to intrusion. Didi struggled to maintain her view, only doing so long enough to see Sean fade from that life of his and slip back into the reincarnation cycle with a serene and satisfied smile on his face.
Far away and forever by Sean’s side, Didi blinked in utter shock, “… Sean?”
“Mhmm~?”
“Were you ever going to tell me that you were temporarily Endless?”
Then, it was Sean’s turn to blink, “I was? Huh… Neat. Anyways~…”
Suddenly much more awake, Sean decided that — while Didi was still reeling — was a good time to sneak his way under the covers and bury his face between her soft thighs.
“Ee~OO~p~!” Didi squeaked and moaned and just about fell apart.
Soon after, she decided that Sean’s temporary Endless status wasn’t nearly as important as the glorious, glorious, glorious things he was doing with his tongue.
IIIII
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Comments
KickedElm0
I realy wanna see how Didi would reaction to Warhammer 40k she would be realy angry
dryskies_btb
My OCs. But yeah, Bi De is from Beware of Chicken. And more easter eggs from that story are likely to show up in the future.
dryskies_btb
Bi De is from Beware of Chicken, but the rest is OC. The whole multiverse bit gives me a lot of room to play with. You might even be able to say that all Xianxia/cultivation stories take place in the multiverse.
dryskies_btb
The others are all OCs. But I imagine Sean's cultivation origins took place in the Beware of Chicken world. Something to look forward to on the cultivation world road trip I have planned.
MercerV12
Ahhh, finished my re-read and could happily read these chapters finally, Didi is always good civilisation.
HiCierra
TFTC cant wait for more!
Thereader
love the story
Kz3838
Thank you for the great chapter, love how you described the Cultivator's fight. Stay safe out there and keep up the good work!
Gamesempie
Bet we're going to meet her again on one of their date/trips. You know how Didi adores family.
Gamesempie
Always nice to find people who share similar tastes. "Beware of Chicken" really is an awesome story. For those who don't know, that's where Bi De, or Big D, is from. Anyone know anything about the others?
Alex Wierzbicki
Is this an actual novel setting?
Vinicius Vieira
damn Bai Xiaodan fourth sister is fine
Achearon
i recognize bi de but did you make up the other characters or are they from different novels?
Achearon
you my friend are a maestro of words. I thank for this wonderful chapter and look forward to more in the future.
ExodiaTheForbiddenOne
God what an amazing chapter truly this is peak fiction
dryskies_btb
Sauce Bonus 1: nikawuw 2: leighbunbun 3: katsumi_tori 4: venomousdolly 5: pinkchyu & buttercupcos2 6: fraoula_ 7: Madtiii 8: babiiuzui
