Speaking of Dyonisus I wanted to ask but the way Zagreus was initiated counts as a form of adoption doesn't it just like how Zagreus did the same to Megumi and Tsumiki when he adopted them? I ask since depending on some of the worlds he eventually goes too it might be brought up.
He was marked by higher power similar to how the First Son to Burn himself had been by Apollo. It's a mark of favor the like Oracles bear, but Griffon doesn't bear ichor in his vein like a demi-god should bear... Zagreus on the other hand has partaken from the flesh and blood of Dyonisus and carries his starlight marrow. It is more nebulous.
 
He was marked by higher power similar to how the First Son to Burn himself had been by Apollo. It's a mark of favor the like Oracles bear, but Griffon doesn't bear ichor in his vein like a demi-god should bear... Zagreus on the other hand has partaken from the flesh and blood of Dyonisus and carries his starlight marrow. It is more nebulous.

So it depends on how you look at it fair I sort of figured it might be like that though I lean more towards yes myself given the flesh, blood, and starlight marrow aspects especially since he's become a hero and partially divine. Anyway either way it still definitely has potential to have some interesting effects in some worlds.
 
Offhand would you give virtuous sons gods like Zeus have universe shaking power like he does in some myths? I know it's kinda not really known. In Greek myth at least at a certain point earth and the sky were literally infinite in scope so I was curious how much their power in actual scope stretches. Like would it reach to similar if more conceptual level to saint seiya where even a 7th sense user could throw attacks equal to the Big Bang much less 9th sense gods who have domains and do it as easily as breathing?
 
Also something I've been think/wondering about but are Yuji and Tsumiki (Inumaki?) following a bit in the footsteps of Kanzeon Bosatsu? given certain things like their virtues and such.
 
So it depends on how you look at it fair I sort of figured it might be like that though I lean more towards yes myself given the flesh, blood, and starlight marrow aspects especially since he's become a hero and partially divine. Anyway either way it still definitely has potential to have some interesting effects in some worlds.
Considering he killed the new god, Heartless One, as a mortal cultivator you are not wrong. I am just being obtuse for the sake of Percy's crossover.
 
Offhand would you give virtuous sons gods like Zeus have universe shaking power like he does in some myths? I know it's kinda not really known. In Greek myth at least at a certain point earth and the sky were literally infinite in scope so I was curious how much their power in actual scope stretches. Like would it reach to similar if more conceptual level to saint seiya where even a 7th sense user could throw attacks equal to the Big Bang much less 9th sense gods who have domains and do it as easily as breathing?
I said it before, but Virtuous Sons' Zeus is following his Orphic version which is his strongest manifestation. While the traditional Zeus is still beholden to the Fates and backs down from fighting Primordials like Nyx one-on-one, in the Orphic version he ate Phanes, making him super omnipotent and invincible. The 7th sense is similar to the speed force in that it either ignores attrition or self-contains it, but even Zagreus can move at Tachyon faster than light speed by invoking his first labor. He doesn't do it often because it is prohibitively expensive to his heart blood. Heroes are no joke, Heracles broke Adamant chains, the manifestation of Zeus's heavenly order. Zeus was so spooked he imprisoned the original muses and sabotaged the Tyrant Realm.
 
Considering he killed the new god, Heartless One, as a mortal cultivator you are not wrong. I am just being obtuse for the sake of Percy's crossover.

Huh do you mean Percy Jackson? That's actually rather amusing since one of the reasons I brought this up was because I was thinking about if he ended up going to the Percy/riordanverse or at least a world with a version of the Greek pantheon around.
 
Hey can Company Dionysius posses The Pjo version to have a quick chat with Zagreus
or come to his dreams when he reaches Tyrant relam
The thing, gods in the riordanverse are affected by worship. Differently from the Roman pantheon, Orphism still recognizes the Greek pantheon but with changes. So, what would happen when Zageus who is still connected to his cult set foot on there? My idea was to have Dyonisus, Hades, and Zagreus fuse into a aprocimaion of Virtuous Son's Bakkho. Zeus certainly would be spoked since Hades on his own was already a match for him.
 
WRATH OF THE RIGHTEOUS 1
"So, what do you have to say for yourself?" Gojo pinned me with his meanest stare. He wasn't alone either, Tsumiku, Megumi, Nanami, Haibara, and Geto were also present. All clearly broadcasting their opinion on the news that the rumors of my death had been exaggerated. And that I made no motion to correct them. A bittersweet cocktail for sure. There was no way for me to keep a lid on it after my ascension to 3rd rank of the heroic realm.

I was seated in seiza position and bore their pinning glares and accusations with stoic resignation. "What do you expect out of me? I survived by the skin of my teeth by outside assistance from a third party," I explain while pointing at Logic who easily joined me even while limited by the portable AI core. "I found myself stranded in another realm with no means to return and when I finally managed to contact you all I learned the years had gone by when for me only months had passed. You had already run yourselves ragged once in pursuit of my whereabouts. Believe me, I had no intention of abandoning you all, I just didn't want to give you false hope."

"Hope, ah?" Megumi started, pinning me with a betrayed and indignant expression that hid nothing of his hurt, the flame behind his eyes reduced to embers. "Even so it was our decision in the end-

"Megumi," Geto interjected, and the weight of his voice was heavy enough to draw the attention of all present. This was not the gravitas of a mortal cultivator, Geto had entered the Realm of pratyekabuddhas (Solitary Buddhas).

Cultivation is the refinement of the soul, not only biding it to multiply but also bringing order to a chaotic soul. But what would this mean to a curse user? The influence of the Greek heroic realm is self-evident as a hero stands alone but ultimately this is a fruit of Tengen's making. She was the one who spread the teachings of Buddhism and jujutsu to Japan. The soul of a jujutsu sorcerer is tied down and submerged in curses (resentment) from the cradle to the grave, they cultivate so they can sever- no, dissolve these ties, and become truly free.

Geto is one of my first students, he knows my presence like the back of his hand. It was easy for him to hear my muse's siren song and answer her call. He seized my magic even more quickly, to the point he was among the scarcely few granted mythical power after my latest breakthrough. A fortuitous time as well, Argyrchiara only cares for the genuine pursuit of virtue. Their personal ideologies are of no interest to her. This makes it so the cardinal sin of cultivators of virtue, hubris, is left free to fester.

My rapid acquisition of mythical power has led to a sharp increase in power among my favored souls. In an ill-conceived pursuit of self-validation, they had decided to solve their differences in a trial by hunger. This spurred Geto to step in with his common shamelessness and the egregious audacity worth of a hero. He went public at the least convenient time and admitted… he hated monkeys? He went as far as declaring it his capital virtue even! He confessed that at his lowest point, he wanted nothing more than to eradicate them from the surface of the earth but in the same breath, he told of how I saved him. I showed him that if he followed that path, he would be no better than the monkeys he hated, and that he had in him the power to rise above monkey mediocrity.

With tears in his eyes, he loudly declared that what separated monkeys from humans was the capability to lift others instead of oppressing and pushing them down. He implored the enlightened souls present to stop fighting among themselves and instead work together to lift humanity, saving them from their monkey nature. Geto ascended on the very spot, being crowned by tribulation lightning that cowed all combatants back. The sight of Geto in the throes of triumph was so awe-inspiring that all mortal witnesses had their souls awakened on the spot. His Domination Soul and burning heart flame ensured it was memetic as well. The thing was being broadcast and all those who found kinship in Geto's words awakened to their place in the world.

His already global notoriety was catapulted even further. He became both a controversial and even reviled public figure yet he found a global mass of enthusiastic followers and true believers. His defenders became true keyboard warriors, pointing out Geto seized his hatred in hand and rose above it, countless of his new converts published that his sincere words cured them of their misanthropy and that he was a saintly force of good, who was steering the awakened always from violence and violence.

To me, the secondhand experience of this fiasco was a stark reminder a boy can leave middle school but you can take middle school always from a boy. I was filled with a mix of pride and secondhand embarrassment, my two first students were irredeemable class clowns! Yet, I couldn't argue with the results. His overwhelming display of power and public support forced his rivals always from violence and into battling in trials by spirit, proving their points by spreading their faith to the masses. Which was fine by me, there are countless roads to Olympus Mount after all.

More interesting was the rekindled rivalry between the Black Heart Buddha and the Honored One. Gojo who was born set apart from others and destined to greatness once more is faced with opposition from a dark horse from an unremarkable background elevated to greatness by the faceless masses. A tale worth of legend, I can't thank Tsumiki enough for keeping them in line by pointing out how gay it was every time sparkles fled as they eye fuck each other. Sure, they loudly deny this but the public cares less for the truth than an interesting story.

But I digress, Geto was about to defend my case so I will keep my opinion to myself until it is convenient.

"Zagreus-sensei always kept part of his background to himself but now he is finally forthcoming with the truth. This is because he feels we can be trusted with it now. Battling a god… it is no simple thing. You own to know it better than me, gods live apart and yet habit every human heart. How is a mortal to fight this? They can't. We couldn't. Ignorance was our only defense. And with any hope we won't have to worry about this for a while but the Pandora box was opened and now he had the power to make a difference."

Haibara, blessed be his golden retriever heart, pilled on. "Come on people. Shouldn't we all be celebrating things instead? He is alive and trying to get back, that is what matters. Far better than the glom idea he kept making all those weird questions because he was a disembodied soul slowly going senile! The whole misunderstanding about time dilation is so funny too! How rare is it for our know-it-all teacher to be wrong?" Or not. Only this airhead bastard would talk about my blunter so casually. It doesn't help me anyhow everyone is getting a burst of laughter at my expense!

So, imagine this. A cherished person who was supposedly dead for years suddenly comes in contact with a close group of friends. Said ghost is a bit loony and sometimes asks crypt questions, but comparing experiences they all come back to the topic of time. Of course, they would be concerned for the soul of their friend, right? Enough for them all to agree on a single version of events to not trouble his restless soul.

I taught them too well it seems. Enough for them to lie to my face and get away with it. Again, this just serves to show even heroes and tyrants aren't above mistakes. I wanted answers more than I wanted to be right. Once we put our cards to the tablet it became clear most of the time lapse happened between my disappearance and resurgence. Time indeed moved quicker to them, but just about 3,45 times my perception. In the end, mapping how the 3 million worlds operated is not something I can do on my own.

That is why I have my next destination set toward the World Wound. I an interplanar disaster caused by the intersection and fusion of two different planes of existence, connecting the planet Golarion to the Abyss. Demons, as it turned out, don't make for the best neighbors. Who would have guessed?

"Father. I understand why you tried to keep it from us. But we want to help you however we can, even if this would put us at risk of running into monsters like this unamenable moon god of yours. But we aren't children anymore, so please let us help you." Tsumiki implored me with her mastered puppy god eye, and despite standing taller than any mortal all I could see was that peppy little girl I took under my wing so long ago. Low blow!

I signed in defeat, "Fine, I will be more forthcoming from now on."

"That is not enough!" She talked with me all imperiously now, it seems she learned to become bossy as of late. "You came closer to death against the Iron God than ever before! This Golarion is clearly not a place to be taken lightly. And by the way, please stop picking fights with gods, would you? I can't sleep soundly while dreading what sore trouble you got yourself involved in."

"Come one Tsumiki, I have a responsibility toward others. My breath would literally invert if I gave my back to people. Besides, the World Wound has been locked in a stalemate for the last century. I know my limits, if gods could not solve this riddle then it is too much for a single hero to solve. Besides, mythical entities like Unity are statistical unicorns. I met demons from the World Wound in the Hollow Garden, the rogue AI kept them captive as pets to be released for more realistic scenarios. The odds of me encountering a demon powerful enough to kill me are as good as my chances of being struck by lightning!" I say jokingly to her frustration.

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"I am Deskari, Lord of the Locust Host! Usher of the Apocalypse! Behold, Iomedae, your poor impostor! Your city will fall to me. Your followers will feed my hunger!

I had to jinx it, didn't I? I forgot the mantra of the heroic realm: beloved by the muses, reviled by the fates!

The Mendevian city of Kenabres is a fortified crusader city bordering the Worldwound. It houses one of the Wardstones, powerful artifacts shaped as giant obelisks that cordon and quarantine the Worldwound, preventing demons from overrunning Golarion. Despite this, the city has not seen anything more than the occasional demon brigade for the last half-century… until now.

A demon lord decided to crash the seasonal festival in honor of the crusader goddess. The medieval park was been overrun by demons teleporting out of nowhere, catching the Crusaders when their pants were down. The demon lord took a gambit he could endure the power of the Wardstone for long enough to destroy it. The initial sound of crashing rock was not from a falling wall after all. The quarantining cordon is broken and demons once again could simply teleport inside the city of Kenabris and beyond.

"Deskari, Lord of Locusts! Leave. My. City!" Terendelev, the silver dragon protector of the city declared toward the heavens a challenge to the demon lord as she resumed her true form.

From the horizon, an insectoid man with the lower body of a locust jumped on the roof of the city's church. He stood taller than an elephant, had the head of a praying mantis, and wielded a scythe made of bones; he certainly cut an intimidating figure against the setting dusk. With another jump, he closed the distance between him and the silver dragon. Calling it a fight would be a joke of poor taste, he pined Terendelev's head with the flat side of his weapon and prepared himself to scythe her life away by severing her serpentine neck.

Ah, I hate to fight inside cities too! Well, it was a nice day to die anyway. Argyrchiara, I called feeling the crown of torn be placed on my head, followed by slender arms enveloping me in a hug.

Always by your side.

I stroked my heart flame, my pneuma exploded outward like a detonating star and I discarded my juvenile disguise, resuming my true stature and donning the raven's mantle. The power of the Iron God suffused my flesh and my cloak of shadows, hardening it into magnificent black armor with six metallic wings. I genuinely looked like an avenging angel of death.


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I intercepted Deskari's execution blow with one of my own, our clash was loud for the wind to shriek. Despite being the lesser between the two of us, my surprise attack made up for the difference and I successfully pushed the Demon Lord of Infestation and Locusts. An entrance worth of an archangel, I would say.

"What?" Deskari exclaims in indignation and offended pride. "Iomedae, you coward! Do you think this pawn can make a difference!? I will pile his bones at the gate of the Rasping Rift, do you hear me? Let the feast begin!"

While the demon lord was busy cussing at the heavens, I used this chance to adjust. It was clear the city was condemned but I could still save its people. I manifested my mandala intention, the halo of coronation light bringing me up to one hundred and twenty percent. Which was nice but more of a side effect, even simple domains can be used as a medium for virtuous techniques. I sacrifice a thousand years to the flames of my heroic heart, coloring my mandala halo with my [Star Rage].

Over scant two decades yet a lifetime ago, the moon god Rher cursed a city to ruin by bathing it with his baleful moonlight. Since that night I have sworn to defy him and his ilk. Today, under the light of a grim sunset, a defiant star shines like the dawn. This is not the cursed Festival of monsters, my light touches the souls of all presents and shares with them my spark, dragging out the promise of greatness they had always been to meet to seize. Due to fear, doubt, due to self-hatred. All these excuses were banished by my coronation light, this was the end of their days, and they had this one chance to seize the treasure inside their souls now or never at all.

My light reached all the corners of Kenabris and touched every soul. Logic, still accompanying me inside the compact AI core, threw in her lot, backing her own power through my light to reroute and rallying all scattered and disoriented citizens into a coherent fighting force as thousands of souls not only awakened their souls but also instinctively comprehended their true nature and took their tentative first steps to seize their virtue.

"YOU!" Deskari howled in scorn and hatred yet even the demon lord could not conceal the pain he was suffering under my light. He was not the only one.

While I uplifted the lowly mortals, I also castigated the mighty demons. It was high time to put all lessons from the Hollow Garden to good use, extraplanar entities still carried the imprint of mortality. Their transformation did not sever them from human morality, it was trivial to drag their fears, doubts, insecurities, and failures and use them to strike their Ego. To make true demons from their beating hearts, eager to tear themselves out from their chests like they were ravaging beasts.

"Me." I continued for him with a jovial tone full of levity and derision. "Sorry, but I have no intention to give you my name. I never greeted a bug in my life before I crushed it and I have no intention of starting now."

Deskari screamed with a thousand voices at my insult, every vermin in the city buzzed loudly to broadcast his fury. He lifted his scythe high and brought it down, I answered his blow with one of mine own, my starlight blade leaving a trail of starry night as it pursued the life of the demon lord in front of me.

Our blows outpaced the wind, clashing at such speed and frequency it was more like a unique uninterrupted collision than a chain of attacks. Deskari's strength and power were truly titanic in scope, to the point it was cheaper to break from the constraints of space-time to deliver five different blows with a single swing in different directions to adjust his swing than to try to directly overpower him.

It was an outragedly dangerous game that demanded perfect mathematical precision and where even the smallest of mistakes and nicks were unforgivingly costly. Deskari wielded poison in its every attack and it proved itself capable of matching even my outstanding constitution. Worst, its poison also serves as the carrier to thousands of microscopic demonic eggs that quickly multiply and spread throughout the victim's bloodstream and flesh alike. And to make things worse, like the brain harvester, the demon lord can hasten the parasite's lifecycle to hatch from the inside out of its victims. Only my refined constitution, iron god quintessence, the burning starlight flowing in my veins, and mending nectar are keeping my head above water.

Deskari also possesses a rasping armor of keratin that buzzs an aggravating sound wherever he is struck. It probably was meant to debilitate those who dare to strike him but I am above such concerns. My mind had long since been broken down by Rher and rebuilt stronger for it. Even the horrors of the outer gods find no purchase in me. Even his main weapon's greatest asset was the ability to spread pestilence and create earthquakes every minute or so has little use against me.

I can win. And this isn't simply my virtue overwhelming my common sense here. Deskari is the greater and more terrible between the two of us but our compatibility couldn't be worse. His main vector of attack is countered by my specialty and the longer this goes the better I adapt to it. Normally this alone wouldn't be enough, a demon lord is a ruler of the abyss, having legions of his lessers at his beck and call, a royal guard of his favored minions, and the power of his layer to boost himself with. But Deskari had to leave all his defenses behind to perform this daring attack, he is as vulnerable as will ever be.

Deskari opened his mouth, releasing a jet of withering acid that melted everything it touched and carried his poison. I answered by channeling a starry night bean of entropic energy to stop his attack and sterilize the place. Our battle carved a path of destruction and toppled buildings through Kenabres, like a scar across the city's face. To the demon lord's disbelief and outrage, he could not best me or wear me down.

Yet as things are I will burn out first as I am fighting on two fronts, empowering the crusaders with the light of my virtue. I desperately need to do something to break this stalemate in my favor.

Or, you know. Some hero with more heart than sense can tip the odds in my favor.

I would not believe it if I hadn't seen it for myself. A midnight bolt carved a trail of shadows as it flew in the air like a bird, advancing unerring despite the turbulence caused by our exchange of blows. It pierced the prodigious armor of the Demon Lord, making him arc his spine back in pain and shock.

Through a hero's sense, I discerned how the essence carried by the bolt infected Deskari like it was a deadly poison. It suppressed all desires and strong emotions and replaced them with apathy and deadly anguish, weighting the spirit down and striping it of its strength, leaving it as cold and passive as stone.

More than that, I recognized it for what it was - a Technique Reversal. The natural state of this essence was to instigate carnal passion and secret desire.

I found instantly a sense of kinship with this essence. It was very similar in nature and behavior to the [Wheel Turning], the dance of Life and Death throughout the circle of Samsara. Enough for me to easily mimic it with my foundational technique. While I had never done so before during the middle of a battle, I had ample experience expanding my virtuous technique's interpretation with far more convoluted means for inspiration.

This however wouldn't be enough to put Deskari down for good tough on its own. That is why I will go the extra mile. Nectar is an amplifying substance. Joined with healing herbs, it becomes a perfect panacea. Joined it with an unshakeable poison though? Let's find out. Hemlock became dangerous enough to kill tyrants, who are normally immune to poison due to their total authority over their flesh. This poison of despair might be what it takes to put a demon lord down.

My sword shares my name and flesh, it was trivial to transfer the remains of my nectar to it and have Argyrchiara, my heavenly muse, breathe the essence of Hope (despair) into it, making a lethal cocktail to rival Hydra's legendary poison.

Deskari was even generous enough to turn his back to me to reprimand the audacious mortal with an earthquake, opening a precipice under his feet as a reward for his trouble. Fortunately, a Tiefling spellcaster used [feather fall] on him, granting me the opportunity to stack the Lord of Locust Host in the back instead of saving the brave young man.

As expected, Deskari shrieked like a little girl. "Oh, my. You are tight, aren't you? Is this your first time?"

"What- Whatever answer he intended to give was lost as Deskari shocked on his own blood. He was far from done though, expertly swinging his scythe to get me out of his back.

I did just that. It wasn't like I had much more to give myself. The nectar had kept my head above water but without its fortifying effects I began to sink, Deskari's brood was tearing me from the inside out even as they died burning. But worst of all, I was running out of time. I went too far to redeem myself. To undo right here and right now what I couldn't twenty years ago under accursed moonlight. It was simply too familiar a sight for me to not risk it all for the one chance I could save them all. My virtue and my fundamental hubris, Hope (salvation).

Deskari turned to me, using his precious Riftcarver as a crutch. The hatred and black bile he threw my way would have cowered even the most hardened warrior but I was no mere brute. I am a hero, that is why I smiled despite the pain and doom ahead.

"You, shining whelp! What are you? How dare you harm me so? Impossible! I know what you are made of – mortal ambitions, mortal frailty. And fear. Fear of decay, forever imprinted on mortal souls. Even your precious Iomedae! But I? I am chaos and death, and the end of times… I cannot be defeated! I will destroy you, and the Impostor shall bear witness!" The demon lord's scream shakes the earth with countless hisses, yet it is a pitiful thing. Full of astonishment and fear in the face of overwhelming despair. A host of emotions burst into the Deskari's massive compounded eyes. Anger that turned into pain, then shock which begets anger once more.

"Millions of eyes and yet you are still blind, aren't you? First – I don't even know who this Iomedae chick is. I came here as a tourist." I say casually and flippantly precisely because Deskari shows himself to be prideful to the point of madness, indignation is eating at him more than my poison of despair. "Second – you have already lost. The sun has set five minutes ago."

Deskari finally looked up at what I had been preparing ever since this battle started.
カルヴァリアの星 - Art


The one-kilometer wide ring of light, an angelic wheel deployed in the stratosphere, blazing with focused sunlight. Reflectors I created to capture cosmic power using the vortex dragon's spatial talents, rhetoric, and the stolen power of the moon god recast by the lens of my virtue.

"Third – I severed your ties connecting you to your abyssal realm on my last strike. This will be your final death. Star Storm!"

Deskari's scream was muffled by the sizzling Star Meteorites raining down his head like a guillotine as the world was consumed by light.

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***ZAGREUS CANCEL THE APOCALYPSE***



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-//-

"Now, hear me out." I tried to argue with my disgruntled children but they were having none of it, to the amusement of my worthless students.

"Double lariat!!"

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[AUTHOR'S ROOM]

Have you ever played a new game + where you started out facing the final boss in an unwinnable battle but you beat him anyway and unlocked a secret ending? That was basically what happened. At first, I intended for it to end in stalemate but after refreshing the story by watching the game version I went – wait, can Zagreus actually win this for good? Deskari spells list are nothing to write home about and his fearsome poison is something Zagreus can manage, especially after he acquired the Iron God's quintessence.

At the same time, Deskari was super vulnerable. Normally demon lords have access to something called Abyssal Resurrection, causing their soul to return to a hidden location within its realm, and it is immediately restored to life once per year. But Zagreus's last labor allows him to perceive and sever these ties and connections, even if they are supposed to be beneficial; privileges of a hero. Plus, Noctitula's power which is notoriously lethal to Demon Lords exists in these nifty artefacts called midnight bolts and one is canonically used in Deskari. This gave Zagreus a precious hint as to how to weaken Deskari and trap his soul. Finally, demon lords have access to mythical power while inside their realms, but only inside their domains. They are like the abyssal version of extraplanar tyrants.

Zagreus not only advanced but also reached 7th mythical rank, granting him improved surge, Legendary Item (Ex) [1st], and Mythic Crafter (Mythic) feat. Now that his marshal and trickster package are online, he will focus on making his sword into a busted artifact!

It was as close to the ideal scenario for Zagreus as he would ever get. Deskari was a dangerous mix of intelligence and arrogance that perfectly set him up for a fall. In the tabletop adventure, Kenabres is supposed to be attacked by Khorramzadeh, a Balor lord that kills the silver dragon while she tries to save the pcs. I guess in video games they were more mindful to introduce the final boss at the beginning since he wouldn't be seen again until the final act.

I finally went in deep at the heroic realm equivalent for jujutsu sorcerers. Since curse users are doomed to die cursed deaths, it would make sense for them to work toward the dissolution of resentment due to their Buddhist inspiration.
 
The thing, gods in the riordanverse are affected by worship. Differently from the Roman pantheon, Orphism still recognizes the Greek pantheon but with changes. So, what would happen when Zageus who is still connected to his cult set foot on there? My idea was to have Dyonisus, Hades, and Zagreus fuse into a aprocimaion of Virtuous Son's Bakkho. Zeus certainly would be spoked since Hades on his own was already a match for him.
For a sec I was wondering why zagreus faith alone would do that then I remembered hes likely recounted countless tales by the time he goes there and would likely have a cult of thousands if not millions in his soul by then. Depending on how long from now he may actually have more souls than people who have practiced a greek religion have ever lived. Of course percy jacksons underworld is sort of layered and we see people of other faiths being judged in the underworld like Christians. So the afterlives of other religions obviously share a similar metaphysical space enough so that you can see judges well judge other religions on a metaphysical level. Faith based world and all its layered and confusing.
 
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offhand how many people heard he has no idea who iomedae is? Like I know that was probably a trick to piss the demon lord off but did a lot of people hear that? Cause its pretty funny if they heard this dudes just a passerby.
 
offhand how many people heard he has no idea who iomedae is? Like I know that was probably a trick to piss the demon lord off but did a lot of people hear that? Cause its pretty funny if they heard this dudes just a passerby.
I intend to have it as a long-running gag for this saga, since he not only said he doesn't know who she is but he also called her by the slang of chick. Sure, it might cause trouble down the line but killing a Demon Lord give you a lot of leerway. Iomedae hasn't made any noteworthy achievements since the Shinning crusade when she was still mortal.
 
Haha oh I love this the family and friends moments though I'm a tad confused by Megumi and Tsumiki's reactions here since they've already known Zagreus was alive for a bit now not to mention you mention Zagreus was talking to a few others as well?

Also speaking of your really making me want to know what Yuji's doing given he's not there and on that note was a right about Yuji and Tsumiki possibly Inumaki as well following a bit in the footsteps of Kanzeon Bosatsu?

Wow I'm impressed with Geto though strangely this does fit a bit with what I thought when it came to him ascending to the third realm.

Aww again the family and friends feels are wonderful also hilarious the Gojo, Geto rivalry/friendship seems to be back in full swing these two really should just get married already. :D

Hahahahahahahahaha oh Zagreus when will you learn your as bad as Gojo when it comes to jinxing yourself! And oh he so deserved that from Megumi and Tsumiki so very much!
 
Oh also what are the names of the first two realm for Jujutsu sorcerers since we now have the name for the third realm? Also how big was the awakening that Geto caused?

And how are Megumi and Tsumiki reacting to meeting aunt Logic?
 
Haha oh I love this the family and friends moments though I'm a tad confused by Megumi and Tsumiki's reactions here since they've already known Zagreus was alive for a bit now not to mention you mention Zagreus was talking to a few others as well?

Also speaking of your really making me want to know what Yuji's doing given he's not there and on that note was a right about Yuji and Tsumiki possibly Inumaki as well following a bit in the footsteps of Kanzeon Bosatsu?

Wow I'm impressed with Geto though strangely this does fit a bit with what I thought when it came to him ascending to the third realm.

Aww again the family and friends feels are wonderful also hilarious the Gojo, Geto rivalry/friendship seems to be back in full swing these two really should just get married already. :D

Hahahahahahahahaha oh Zagreus when will you learn your as bad as Gojo when it comes to jinxing yourself! And oh he so deserved that from Megumi and Tsumiki so very much!
Orphic House is kind of the necromancy branch of the greek mystery cults. Zagreus never stated he was alive, so they thought he was contacting them from the grave. Both of his children know the souls of heroes linger, after all.
I decided to set aside one portion of each chapter for them too. There will be more.
 
Oh also what are the names of the first two realm for Jujutsu sorcerers since we now have the name for the third realm? Also how big was the awakening that Geto caused?

And how are Megumi and Tsumiki reacting to meeting aunt Logic?
Gojo and Yuji had been the first to enter the Solitary Buhhda realm. Much like in the greek realm, Gojo decided someone can only call himself a proper sorcerer after stepping into the 2nd realm, the sophic realm equivalent. So the progression goes: curse user, sorcerer, Pratyekabuddhayāna (solitary Buddha), Bodhisattva (savior Buddha), and emptiness (Olympic equivalent).
 
Gojo and Yuji had been the first to enter the Solitary Buhhda realm. Much like in the greek realm, Gojo decided someone can only call himself a proper sorcerer after stepping into the 2nd realm, the sophic realm equivalent. So the progression goes: curse user, sorcerer, Pratyekabuddhayāna (solitary Buddha), Bodhisattva (savior Buddha), and emptiness (Olympic equivalent).

Awesome and I wonder if it will mirror Greek cultivation when it comes to there being a sixth and seventh realm since looking a bit at Japanese lore they do have the equivalent to primordials and sort of Titans? Or would that and the Jujutsu sorcerers cultivation be two different things?

List of Japanese deities - Wikipedia
 
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