Meanwhile, back on the atrial plan of the gods, a desperate trixter god was trying to bribe his way out of a very tight situation.
"Come on! I'll let you try it for a wile! Cotton-candy clouds! With chocolate rain! Pleas don't tell him!"
"DADDYYYY!!!"
A clash of thunder, louder than any mortal could comprehend sounded throughout the infinity plane. On the horizon, a titanic visage appeared. A Metal giant apron a throne carved of raw Admantium. At its feet, a mountain of demonic sculls, some as large as a house, his defeated foes. His voice was the singing of angles, the screaming of daemons, the pounding of hammers on the anvil of creation, for he was the great one. The God of gods, ARMOK the blood god.
"WHAT TROUBLES YOU MY DAUGHTER."
"Discord is being mean to my worshipers again!"
"IS THAT SO..."
Discord was known for two things, his trickery and love for chaos. A lesser known aspect was his silver tongue. He's voice has tempted mortals across the multiverse. He could turn brave heroes into cowards and convince lepers they were the pinnacle of beauty, and have whole worlds agree with them. In his mind, he had already come up with a thousand and one ways to defend himself, weaving word and verse into an impenetrable shield of twisted logic. What came out of his mouth was this:
"See-I-But-well-I-Umm-but-no-see-it-she-me-umm... yes."
Armok droped the hammer, literally. A hammer the size the empire state building, made of solid admantium metal, covered in refineries that would send a lesser creature mad in it's divine beauty. Discord was annihilated to the subatomic level, the very neutrons of his body shattered under the blow. A slap on the wrist by god standards, but a good thump would teach him his lesson.
"Serves you right you big bully. Well, I guss I should goapologize for his actions. Better do it in person and-"
"CELESTIA... WE HAVE BEEN OVER THIS WITH YOU AND YOUR SISTER. THAT IS NOT THE WAY OF THE GODS."
"But father! If you would just let me try, I know I could-"
"CELESTIA I WILL NOT ARGUE ABOUT THIS!"
Celestia hangs her defeat and walks out. "Yes, father."
On the shoulder of the giant metal god, a small horse mare appears in a shower of light. She is Faust, a minor god of a small human nation in some no name universe, and the wife of Armok. The story of there courtship is as varied as the voices that tell it, but the theme is always the same. Love always finds a way.
"Love, you are too hard on them, you can show compassion once in a wile you know."
"I MUST BE FIRM WITH THEM IF THEY ARE TOO LEARN MY WIFE. YOU WILL SEE, THIS 'PARADISE' THING IS JUST A PHASE. IN TIME, THEY WILL BOTH BE THE PROPER DEITIES THEY SHOULD BE."