Who is it? God.

‘Wait, magic?’

He opened his eyes and saw that the women were frozen. Time had seemingly stopped.

That was when he sensed a divine power behind the door. It opened, unveiling **** and a small, black-haired woman with tiny white wings behind her. Clothed, to his surprise, and walking with great authority.

If **** was accompanying her, then…

Sigh.

“What do you want? Can’t you see I’m in the middle of something?” Aaron asked, irritated.

“So you are the Chosen One,” said the black-haired girl. “I am Elaine Belloc. Nice to meet you.”

She was not at all interested in his throbbing prick, so with another sigh, Aaron’s member dropped and fell into its flaccid state. He lifted himself off of Ivy's lap and the bed. “You’re the new god of heaven, right? I’ve heard of you. Again, what do you want?”

‘Can’t you see I was busy?’

“I need, no, the world needs your help, Chosen One,” Elaine said. “Have you not sensed it? Your other half has died.”

Aaron tilted his head. “Manhunter? No way, he’s supposed to—” He cut himself off as it dawned on him. The mysterious creatures that were once Gotham villains. The sudden weakness in his powers. “Empty Hand attacked heaven.”

“Yes, Empty Hand,” Elaine confirmed. “The Sphere of Gods is in jeopardy, as is your existence.”

The Sphere of Gods and the various realms that powered it, his powers, were in jeopardy. That put Aaron and everyone he loved in great danger.

“And we require your assistance,” said ****. “Unless you wish for this world to perish, hm?”

He glanced back at ladies, who were frozen in place and worshipping the air. "No, definitely not. Although…could you wait? I need to fuck these whores?”

Elaine rolled her eyes. “Fine. Fine, just hurry it up. We’ll be in the living room.”

“Thank God,” Aaron joked, before jumping back on the bed. This was an orgy he wouldn’t miss for the world.