"Oh? Kitsune," Sunny's voice was calm, almost casual, as he manifested his cosmic throne from thin air and settled into it. The simple act was a declaration of absolute authority in her own sacred space. "I heard your demigod died."

Kitsune flinched, the casual mention of her greatest loss a sharp, painful jab. But she recovered in an instant, her face melting into a shameless, hopeful pout.

"That is… true," she said, her voice a sweet, sorrowful melody. She glided closer, giving Sunny a flirtatious glance that had enthralled demigods and mortals for centuries. "But why have you come, Lord Cosmos? Are you here to gift me a new Divine Embryo to ease my grief?"

Sunny's expression remained completely unreadable behind the swirling galaxies of his mask. He didn't react to her advance in the slightest. "No," he said, his voice dropping, losing all its previous warmth. "I am here to collect a debt."

"A debt?" she asked, her confusion genuine. "I have always paid for your services upfront, i don't know what you mean by debt."

"The discord you sow, the lives you break for your own amusement… they create instability in my multiverse," Sunny stated, his voice as cold and vast as the space between stars. "Before we discuss your future, you will transfer every last point of your faith to me as reparations."

"You dare...?!" Kitsune's sweet facade shattered, replaced by a flash of furious indignation. The 340 million faith points she had accumulated were her lifeblood, her power.

"I do," Sunny replied, his gaze unyielding.

Kitsune looked into the cosmic voids of his eyes and saw no room for negotiation.

She saw only an absolute, final verdict. Her pride warred with her survival instinct, and survival won. With a trembling hand and a heart full of venomous hatred, she initiated the transfer.

Sunny watched the number tick up, a life blood to her, a mere drop in the ocean for him. With her power stripped, the time had come. His mind raced. 'Will this even work? Adam said a Void-born God is different, that the hierarchy is absolute. This is the ultimate test. If Divine Command could really work on the lesser beings, then my place in this multiverse is truly unshakable.'

He stood from his throne, and his voice was no longer that of a man or a God, but of a universal law delivering its judgment.

"I am here to decree that you are not worthy to be a God. Therefore, your divine status is hereby nullified. You will return to your mortal form."

As the words echoed, the universe itself seemed to listen. Kitsune screamed, not in anger, but in pure, agonizing terror. She felt it as a physical tearing.

The nine ethereal fox tails that were the source of her pride and power wavered, became translucent, and then dissolved into a shower of pathetic, fading sparks.

Her sharp fangs receded, her elegant fox ears shrank and rounded, and the divine energy that had sustained her for centuries drained from her body like water from a shattered vase. She collapsed to the floor, no longer a goddess, but a terrified, mortal woman.

"Thea," Sunny commanded, his voice ringing with authority. "Release all the records of her deeds. Make every God in this multiverse to know that such behavior will not be tolerated under my watch."

"No! No, it isn't possible! How can you take my divinity?!" Kitsune shrieked, her voice now shrill and human. The arrogant goddess was gone, replaced by a cornered, panicked girl.

"My puppets! Attack him! What are you all doing?!" She screamed her commands at the hundreds of handsome, emotionless men who populated her space.

But they did not move. Their eyes remained vacant. They only took orders from a goddess, and the woman sobbing on the floor was no longer one.

Sunny raised a hand and, with a single, sharp snap of his fingers, a wave of pure, restorative energy washed over the enslaved men.

Life flooded back into their eyes. The vacant, hollow look was replaced by a flicker of confusion, then dawning horror as they became aware of their own nakedness, of the scars that marked their bodies, and the fragmented, nightmarish memories of their long torment.

Sunny stood, his presence a comforting anchor in their sea of confusion. "Your suffering is now over," he said, his voice gentle for the first time. "Return to the world of mortals."

With another snap, their traumatic memories were sealed away, replaced by a clean, dreamless blank. They vanished, sent back to Kitsune's home world to begin their lives anew.

"Why are you doing this to me?!" Kitsune wailed, looking at the empty space where her "trophies" had been. "I have never done anything to you!"

Sunny didn't even look at her. "Cerberus," he called. The air grew cold, and the hulking, three-headed form of the Guardian of the Netherworld materialized from the shadows, his fiery eyes fixed on the weeping woman. "Take her to the deepest level of Hell."

As Cerberus's shadowy chains wrapped around Kitsune, she screamed one last time, her voice filled with a final, desperate question. "Why?!"

Sunny finally turned his masked gaze upon her as she was dragged into the portal to the Netherworld. His voice was cold and absolute.

"Because my creation doesn't like you."

The portal closed, leaving a profound silence.

[And here I thought there would be a legendary fight between Gods,] Thea's voice chimed in his mind, laced with a hint of digital disappointment.

Sunny chuckled, the grim atmosphere lifting slightly. "Do you want your master to be injured in a fight?"

[No, Master,] she replied instantly.

"Good. Now, teleport this entire God space and place it in a vacant corner of our universe. I have plans for it in the future," Sunny commanded.

He stepped back through the portal into his own realm. The day was far from over. Thea's analysis had identified nearly four hundred other Gods in the Pantheon who had committed similar misdeeds.

"It's going to be a hectic day," Sunny thought. "Even if one God only takes ten minutes to deal with, four hundred is still a long, dirty job."

He glanced at his faith reserves. He had started with 45 trillion before the judgment. Now, the number read:

[Faith Points: 35 Trillion]

Ten trillion faith points. The cost to unmake a single, minor God. "It all comes down to faith in the end," he sighed.

He had just demonstrated a power that could shake the multiverse, but its cost was a sobering reminder that even for him, such power was not to be used lightly. Divine Command was a God's decree, and it was not meant to hunt rats.

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