"So," Ranthael changed subjects, "you wouldn't happen to know where I could find this universe's gods, would you? Would love to meet the other Ranthael in this timeline."

"Ranthael?" The young Daniel cocked his head to the side. "I'm not sure where I'd find him. But maybe Arcedeaniel would know."

"Arce...?"

With that, a ghostly apparition of, let's be honest, probably an older looking copy of the younger Daniel appeared above his head. He yawned and rubbed his eyes.

"What do you want?"

"HE HAS A STAND?" the older Dan yelled.

"Wh-who are you?" Ranthael asked.

The ghostly not-stand looked annoyed that he was awoken from his nap, but more so that the two people in front of him didn't recognize his name.

"Well, I am Arcedeaniel. God, son of Ranthael."

The two universal travelers were stunned silent.

"S... Son?"

"Who's the mother!?"

Dan gave Ranthael a very judgmental look.

"Hey, you'd want to know if it was your son."