Hi how are you doing could you write a DBS x speaker of God female reader story, the reader is basically the speaker of god from hazbin hotel and is the mother of the archangels and the mother figure of Zeno, during the end of the tournament of power she appears and meeting all the universes and introducing herself as the one who created the angels alongside daishikan ?
The Tournament of Power ends in silence.
Not cheers. Not relief.
Just the hum of a universe that nearly wasn’t.
The remaining fighters stand bruised and exhausted on the cracked arena floor. Gods of Destruction watch with expressions ranging from fury to awe. Angels remain composed, as always.
Zeno claps happily.
“That was fun!”
The Grand Priest smiles, hands folded.
And then
The air changes.
It isn’t ki.
It isn’t divine pressure, either.
It’s something... deeper. Like the universe itself holding its breath.
Whis’ eyes widen first.
Then Vados’.
Then every angel, simultaneously, straightens, alert in a way they have never been before.
Above the arena, space parts.
It opens like a curtain.
Light pours through. Warm. Weighty. Impossible to look away from.
A figure descends.
Wings of layered light unfurl behind her, vast, radiant, each feather inscribed with moving symbols no mortal language could hold. A halo no, many, slowly rotating, rests above her head.
She looks… bird-like.
Female.
Serene.
Every God of Destruction rises to their feet.
Beerus’ breath catches.
“…What,” he whispers, “is that?”
The Angels React
Whis kneels.
So does Vados.
So do all angels, across all universes, without hesitation.
The Gods stare in shock.
“Whis?” Beerus snaps. “What are you doing?!”
Whis does not look up.
“My apologies, Lord Beerus,” he says quietly. “But this is… our Mother.”
Shock ripples through the stands.
Mother?
The Grand Priest steps forward at last, and for the first time since the Tournament began, he bows his head.
“You came,” he says, reverent.
She smiles at him, soft, familiar.
“I did,” she replies. “I was listening.”
Her voice carries without effort.
Zeno blinks.
Then his face lights up.
“Mom!”
He launches himself forward.
The universe collectively freezes.
She opens her arms and catches him easily, lifting him into a gentle embrace. Zeno giggles, pressing his face into her shoulder.
“I missed you!” he says.
“I know,” she answers, brushing a hand through his head. “You did very well.”
The Gods of Destruction look seconds away from cardiac arrest.
Beerus stares.
“…Lord Zeno,” he croaks, “you never mentioned having a mother.”
Zeno tilts his head.
“Huh? Of course I do.”
She sets Zeno down and finally turns to the arena.
To the fighters. To the gods. To the universes that nearly vanished.
“I suppose introductions are overdue,” she says kindly.
“I am the Speaker of God.”
Murmurs erupt.
She continues calmly:
“I am the one who speaks creation into motion when God wills it so.” “I shaped the first laws.” “And alongside the Grand Priest-”
She gestures to him.
“-I created the Angels.”
Every angel bows deeper.
“I am their mother.”
Her gaze sweeps the mortals next, and for a moment, Goku swears she’s looking directly at him.
“You have all done something remarkable,” she says. “You struggled. You feared. You chose to continue.”
She looks at Zeno again, her expression gentle yet firm.
“Destruction should never be entertainment, dear.”
Zeno fidgets.
“…Sorry.”
She smiles.
“Curiosity is not a sin,” she says. “But lives are not toys.”
The Grand Priest inclines his head in agreement.
The universes remain intact.
Not because of a wish.
But because she allows it.
Before she leaves, she looks once more at the gathered beings, gods, mortals, and angels alike.
“Remember this,” she says softly. “You are seen.”
And then the light folds in on itself.
The space closes.
She is gone.
Silence lingers.
Finally, Goku scratches his head.
“…So,” he says. “Does this mean there’s someone even scarier than Zeno?”
Beerus does not answer.
Whis only smiles.
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