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Now we move to another dimension… the Egyptian Pantheon in the Cardinal World of DxD.
Ra sat on his throne, silent, his golden eyes staring into the void. Around him were his children and grandchildren—recreated from faith energy. But the energy was weak. Too weak.
The reason was clear. Egypt's population had fallen. After the great flood, humans struggled to recover. No matter how much they tried, families could not produce children the way they once did. Centuries passed, yet the numbers stayed low.
Ra sat deep in thought, his face hard, when Khonshu stepped forward.
"Ra… if we keep waiting, our faith will vanish. We should take avatars. Spread our influence beyond Egypt. Find unclaimed lands, unclaimed hearts."
Ra's gaze shifted. His divine sight stretched far away… and what he saw was strange. In the land of Thamud, a mortal prophet was walking. Saleh.
Ra's eyes narrowed as he watched Saleh guide his people, leaving the ruins of their tribe and moving toward Mesopotamia. They reached the place that would one day be called Ur.
Ten years later, Ra saw it again. Saleh had died.
Ra clenched his hand. "How can this be? A mortal… no, a prophet of the Most High… but still a man. And yet, his strength was enough to shatter the earth itself, if he wished. But he never carried arrogance. He bore power greater than gods, yet walked humbly."
The hall grew silent. The gods of Egypt looked at each other. Doubt, fear, and curiosity swirled in their eyes.
Then Khonshu stepped forward again, his voice sharp.
"Ra, I have an idea. The Most High hates when mortals call others 'gods.' So we will not call ourselves gods. We will not tell humans to worship us. Instead… we will become guides."
Ra turned to him. "Guides?"
Khonshu smiled under the shadows of his hood. "Yes. I will not say I am the Moon God. I will say, 'I am the helper of the traveler in the night.' The others can do the same. We will not ask for worship. But humans… they will see our power, and they will worship anyway. That fault will not be ours. It will be theirs."
The room was quiet. Then murmurs rose. Even those who doubted—like Ra-djet—leaned forward, considering.
At last, Ra nodded slowly. "Clever… very clever. Not gods. Guides. Let the humans think what they want. Let their own weakness feed our strength."
Khonshu bowed, his eyes gleaming. The seed of deception had been planted.
As time went on,
they began creating their own avatars.
Ra took an avatar and called himself Shamash, the god of the sun, justice, truth, and order. Khonshu split himself into two avatars — Thoth and Nanna. Khoras took the form of Minorta, while Seth became Adad or Ishkur. Gabe became Imlil. Happy took the form of Enki. Thoth took another form as Nabu. Hathor, also known as Isis, became Ishtar. Oriface became Nirgal, and Anubis, who was female here, took the avatar name Ereshkigal. Bass took the form of Pesu.
Hundreds of years passed.
They slowly began to influence people through dreams. Little by little, they introduced themselves not as gods, but as guides.
Ra presented himself as the guide of the sun — showing people how the sun leads to life and light.
Khonshu became the guide of travelers, walking with those who move in the night.
Gabe gave strength to the people, teaching them to fight for what's right.
Seth calmed storms and thunder so people could live without fear.
Gap made the land fertile, and the others did similar things for humanity.
But they all had one rule in common: they never asked to be worshipped.
Humans, however, began to approach them as guides under the Most High. But slowly, as humans saw their power, they also started worshipping them alongside the Most High. Without asking for it, the gods began receiving more and more faith energy.
This faith energy became so strong that it stretched the lives to a million years.
In the Seventh Heaven,
God sat on His throne.
His eyes looked down at what was happening.
"Clever… really clever to do it that way," Roger said calmly. His face showed no surprise, as if He already knew. Of course He knew—He knows everything.
From within His soul, His wife Elizabeth spoke softly, her voice warm but serious.
"Honey… what are you going to do now? Who will you send this time?"
Roger leaned back on His throne, His gaze sharp.
"Abraham," He said. "He will be my next prophet. But not yet. I'll give them a few more centuries. When the time comes, Abraham will rise… and he will be the one to destroy the avatars of these Egyptian gods—or so-called gods."
He paused for a moment, His expression darkening.
"Hmm… Dino massacare that Clown and its cntrolled People," Roger said with a sigh. "Jahil after surviving against Guy as he wanted to control demons. That failed. Then he tried to control angels. Another failure. Such stupidity…"
Elizabeth giggled softly, though her eyes carried concern.
Roger grew silent again, as if weighing all futures at once. Then His voice deepened.
"This time, I will do more. It's time to prepare prophets for other lands too.Reune (Modern-day China ) will need one. So be it. I'll send a prophet there as well."
He paused once more, but this time a faint smile crossed His lips.
"But first… I have to attend something important. In Omniversal Realm Three, our child Ashborn's son is about to be born… with his wife, Cha-Hien."