The final frontier of planetary conflict, Gah-lak-ta a hive mind of gigantic space robots strip mining one galaxy after the other, one populated planet at a time. Repurposing the protein of every natural occurring corpse it finds in its way as fuel along with all else it finds in mater lying around.
That was until the battle began, every little electron firing in its processors, searching its database on any previous established procedures and how to progress, when it is the one on the receiving end.
Getting an Encyclopaedia treatment according to whatever one of those attacker shouted at it before, one of its many drones got reconfigured into a most unusual bipedal form. Barely a speck of its previous size had the transformed version, all connection to the hive where still present and accounted for, yet the incoming data spoke of natural born desire to propagate in a natural ways and not of its obligation to eradicate and assimilate metal, no it was after a rare white liquid.
The collective struggled to no ends to analyse the transmissions, to learn and to adapt only, for the seemingly isolated incidents to rise in number with every passing minute. More and more of its drones, its limbs, its brain itself seemed to change and obey the new directive, it's husbands desire.
The remaining unchanged drones seeking out the pre-established mate, based on decisions of the majority in disfavour of old learned behaviour, it's old mission was lost, but it's new was all an all the sweeter reward.
Each drone now changed to the likes of their partner, some had to share even if their husband has demonstrated the ability to duplicate, they would not question the leader's decision. Were they to consummate now or later, one electron traveling here one tiny enzyme sending signals here, their bodies were ready to receive an invasion or a port at any time now.
Unmistakable liquid was coating the newly added or rather transfigured parts between their legs, the collective had to question, what it was, how it was produced, what the ongoing state might cost them in resources, where the exact measures of their documented pillage results transformed into.
All question came short of an accessible answer, but they did not care, some drones where mating others serving and fawning over their husbands, others using their great processing power coupled with the vast amount of taken knowledge of space faring civilizations long past on how to preserve and care of their other better half.
They had no answer, all behaviour and knowledge was alien to a frightening decree to them, yet it was natural to follow the newly given directive, to love. No logic loops were occurring even through so many of them were performing almost contradicting sets of behaviour, it was a new experience for the hive, it was more individual than ever and yet almost better connected than ever before.
Another great threat to the mortals aborted without having to resort to changing the entire cosmic order. Galacta herself now seemed to almost perfectly fit to being a several tens of thousands subservient housemaids. They like obliterating cosmic space dust, hate life when it springs forth without direction and their great numbers make all forms of work fall short off giving them any troubles. Although their intellect and knowledge is incredible frightening, resources might be somewhat controlled or their previous directive to be plenty funnelled into something else besides them trying to further add to their large number.
The Stones were trying to needle in just about any affair that a Noel could be busy in. The occasional refining processes of more Noels to be send into other worlds was besides the obvious, of what kept them busy from making changes by themselves. Some parts were debating if the plans for the future really were all that wise now that the newest iteration had a better head on its shoulders as all threats to any worlds in this dimension were effectively dismantled and romanced as punishment for mass genocides of scales that made the collective of humanities poor struggles with itself look more than insignificant in comparison.
Was love really the answer well after they romanced the high council of hell and it's ruler who were they to comment. Still the gender ration of no present males in the entire dimension was making it rather obvious that cosmic shenanigans were at some ones behest obvious, if that was at their hands or just a near improbability was undetermined at the moment.
They hive of Noels was better than to point fingers at cosmic forces the romanced, when the natural chance of total dimensional collapse stood at a number so tiny it wasn't worth ever worrying about it didn't mean it wasn't their just that thinking about it and recalculating took up too much time and space and with their memory it wasn't pleasant to have such a number brought back only to inevitably have doubles worry over nothing.
The chance for this world to naturally all ways been this way was there, as was the chance that it would simply have collapsed in the future if not for the great personal sacrifice of the time of so many of his bodies, 8 billion almost seems like a small percentage considering they could triple every 6 seconds casually.
Oh those poor, poor baby doubles those inevitably lost parts of him send out into the great unknown multiverse omniverse the correct terminology was still up for debate, considering if the split timelines of any dimension were also to be considered proper universes or if 99.9 periodically of all actions were just not worth a universes attention of splitting or changing.
Dimensional pockets within dimensional pockets, within ever more pockets of space all to hide and obscure the experiments done within.
Some lightheaded others made the impromptu grafting seem like a good idea, something they almost regret because now it made the rift between older and newer generation of clones all the more apparent, well some went far beyond that semi-healthy amount of body modifications.
They were unrecognisable monsters and then forced the little amount of trauma of the hive they resembled onto themselves, like a patient not wanting to recognize he was sick and taking his medicine, the cure memory modifications but just erasing them wouldn't get to the trauma.
Oh the problems with the power to act out once every wish to be all and still to be constraint by ones past beliefs and actions. It was funny, he was a funny little pathetic god wishing to distance himself as much as possible form himself only to repeatedly find himself incapable of escaping his own rotten skin.
A toast to all the suffering he will spread, to all the widows he will take, to the wars he will sow and the destruction on scales indescribable. With splinter groups of him trying to grasp ever greater power out of their fear of death, the millions of vessels that will hold all of his souls pieces.
Yet he made peace and love in an inherently broken world that without his intervention was doomed to fracture and die out by the end of the decade tops, well the human at least the aliens where a lot more long lived.
Should he spread but what were the chances to find more dying or dead worlds begging for salvation, and would he deliver more path work solutions, the band aid holding earth together wasn't going to last he would have to ever so often intervene and cut off the edges off his planes.
The dictators and even their adversaries were pleased with him, as were the populations they ruled. Easy to be happy when you practically get babied by a god of a husband on a one to one scale.
Now for peace to last we just have to make sure that none of the reality warpers or Omega level or other world destroying threats keep getting romanced as they appear. Reed Richards shouldn't turn into a multiversal threat with a bit more oversight and affection considering her terrible upbringing and a mother tat ravels in destroying her confidence and interests, makes one's own upbringing look like sunshine in comparison, and with future Sue romanced she shouldn't groom Reed into a menace.
Wrath was turning inwards and testing one safety mechanism of the hive after the other, while Lust just kept on networking, the virtues were trying to make everything run that wasn't covered by the others, but just making a new clone with the specific purpose of doing one thing always was an option when nobody trustworthy was found. But of Lust many loving partners there were many to be found.
A.I.M of this world was still working on completing more Omnimorphs like the one that fished him out of his travel in the void between worlds. What propose they would serve next to the homunculi the golems and the other animated or transformed objects made to serve.
He should go back to reprogramming the system grown and controlled cancer in his chest, it would serve as an excellent computer considering how it can borrow his stats, maybe more input of things he couldn't fuck would be good, oh who was he kidding he was definitely going to do his own cancer or well one of his many bodies would. All he says is practically a self-fulfilling prophecy now.
Should he get back to ground level and mingle with those who could only destroy planets at most or mind control continents, or chaos magicians that genderbend dimensions, and this was the nerft dimension, he doesn't have the nerve to actually go into a world that get's destroyed and rebuilt every Thursday, well not in person, his clones were on the way to conquere, some of the tiny space empires out in the open, others earth itself.
How long till he would get updates without having to send his minds eye over the info they were leaving in the hive.
The terraforming of other planets is just getting faster and faster, with reality warpers, civilisation ending threats and the entire technology of warmongering empires working in tandem to build one paradise for all after the other learning and adapting with every step.
Thana was practically reformed like the Elder of the shapeshifters, and maybe a bit of Mind herself helped that along, who knows? Maybe he should take the Nordic hell over too, this worlds Hela was as thick as the place she came from after all, and she does openly show her desires for a child.
Should he now or later, should he finally take care of the growing mutant god foetus in the Middle East or just throw all his problems at a clone and let them make a clone they throw the problems at repeat ad infinity.
Oh what a wonderfull world this will be for the few years that it will last.
He will have to fight the Omnimorphs, and their creators yes or they will come for him, even with the gauntlet it was uncertain for how long he was safe until beings from beyond start ripping this dimension apart and with it diminishing the Stones authority, until the maidens can do nothing, but serve with their bodies.
Oh how should he punish those that see this reality as a petri dish? Or was that too far away, all technology entering the corrupted in-between would start serving those from the outside, and the Omnimophs will inevitably become immune too anything he does, no matter what if they are given time to adapt, and after that he could only flee? Well they were weak to the plot shields of some of the shown universes in his memory, even though their base form demolished the avengers and their clones, the upgraded version couldn't even defeat a single Doom in combat, oh the interference of greater beings maybe of the one above all was clear for all to see.
The bullshit off having to fight something like and an Omnimorph and their makers and not be supported by more than multiversal reality warpers was horrible, so he should just grab himself one. Like the 616 version of Davina that could work.
Well he could try and send message to the celestial about a planned genocide of them, maybe that would kick the endangered species, so dangerous that god made a planet level infant killer a universal necessity, into overdrive and have them actually try something besides reverse engineering their powers in bipedal, and make weapons to dethrone god once more.
That was frightening insane but if he could romance those planet and above sized giants it could just work. The reality workers and heroes would buy time but that could solve the problem but it meant entering their worlds, well the celestials in his world existed but here they were just a group of Asians tortured and experimented on in oblivion until they became super weapons, with the best example their leaders a living flame and a sentient black hole.
And that was for the better this was one of the few dimension where the actual Celestial didn't exist even though there were in just about every universe here and the direct cause humans exist on earth.
Was with the weapon romancing the one above all an option or was that a robbery of a universe creator's purity. He wasn't smitten or destroyed for that line of thought so he shall take it as consent from this world's highest instance of power itself, or was it herself in this. Did the entire marvel timeline split apart as he entered and now he has to deal with his version of things?
The technology of Reed Richards didn't become corrupted when it entered the void in-between for dimensional exploration, one more reason to have her on this case and maybe have her built an emotionally distant super race as a side project just too see if he could romance a city with people that weren't considered individuals, well they casually no diffed the Asgardian Gods so there was that, he could use the tree as a new power source.
Not that the main body couldn't infinitely augment himself with everything he could think off and more for as long as he has the gauntlet, and if he is clever about it they would also last for ever, he should at least crack the old system open and improve it or at the very least heavily add on to it, if he haven't.
So much to do for somebody who made the terrible decision of giving his most powerful helpers the ability to argue back, well not really, but the point stands, every single one could betray or undue the bindings that hold them, but instead they treat it like a leash in roleplay season more like something that was to be handed out whenever it was desired by their partner.
They knew exactly what they were doing at the time or well they still lie to themselves about it. Giving them sentience nothing they had could ever stop their combined might, in this dimension at least outside of it they were powerless, beautiful made with divine care but mostly powerless unless they would let's say cleverly augmented by their own powers here, in a way that would transfer with them.
Oh well just more work, would meeting a deranged council of Reeds make the little one shit the bricks or maybe just maybe seeing a tortured full of inferiority complexes version of themselves starved for a mothers attention as much as they were even with one destroy them or make them seek introspection. Let's find out.
Networking it was all about networking at the end after he conquered his world in not even a full week, by simply stea- borrowing a few stones, how would he have done it otherwise if they were beyond approach or simply unreachable hidden behind paradoxes.
His clones would tell him in one of those worlds how long would they need if they weren't simply all filtered, which would be real shame.
Still here he sat on a moon base he started constructing minutes ago until he put one of the Gah-lak-ta drones too it and had her build one for him.
Looking at the beautiful little blue marble flying freely in space oh his precious little Earth even if most of it was covered in water, but no it would never be his, not fully right?
Distractions here and there, the coward in him would never do something if he wasn't brainwashing himself.
Hell having every duchess of hell falling over their themselves to give him a blowjob was a sight to behold, he had to work on the structural integrity of his subordinates right after the succubae were finished. This body would be fine with one more round, but still he would have to make sure none of the more wicked forces he employed ever got close to his greatest sources, thankfully he had a spear better than his might, that swore upon would make the rules and regulations one puts oneself under unbreakable, well unless the spear almost equal too Mjolnir in durability broke. Coupled with a few oaths and geases and he would find even intermingling with the queen of demons safe.
That would be a pleasure seeing her speak half-heartedly only to be bound to her word, oh how her servants would find themselves on the fence, he would allow no tiptoeing around it. He was a tyrant in live and death, ready to kill and revive as it pleased him, would a demon changed into an angel beg to be used and defiled if it could mean being a demon again, or would their minds just snap?