His original world knew only beastmen. There were no humans, no fairies, no dragons nor demons, only the varied forms of the beast-folk. 

From the celestial heavens, three progenitor gods held dominion: Chronos-Lux, the eldest and God of Time, Dynamis, the God of Justice, and Terra-Morta, the Goddess of Life and Death. 

They presided over a vast pantheon of younger gods, and with each new divine birth, peace and prosperity blossomed in the world below.

However, this golden age was not to last. 

The young gods, restless under the progenitors' strict rules, revolted. They abandoned the pantheon, descending to the world below to establish their own temples, seeking individual worship. 

To reclaim their authority, the three progenitor gods united their powers. They created a new being, an ultimate instrument of their will: Larz. He was granted the terrifying ability to absorb other gods' powers, along with super strength, pain nullification, and powerful magic that intensified in his animal form. 

The gods also forged for him twin daggers, each containing a fragment of their essence. These blades would allow them to not only monitor Larz, but to also guide him towards any nearby rogue deities.

Despite his immense power he was given, Larz argued that the mission was too vast for one individual. The progenitors, recognizing the wisdom in his words, sought additional aid, searching for companions blessed with potent support abilities. Once preparations were complete, Larz was sent to the main temple in the world below. 

There, he would meet the chosen champions, summoned by the revered Pope Johanna Wilhelmina Alzine, a graceful doe beastman with beautiful brown hair in a tight braid, soft brown eyes, a small brown nub of a tail and two delicate beauty marks below her right eye.

As Larz stood behind the Pope, the grand temple doors swung open in the early hours of the day, admitting the first of his new allies. 

Escorted by a temple nun, a commanding figure appeared: a large man, approximately 6'2" tall, with pale white skin, a striking red mohawk, and an impressive full red beard and mustache. His dark black eyes held a mischievous glint, and a single, prominent horn jutted from his forehead. His frame was powerfully built, rippling with large muscles, and strapped to his back was a gargantuan, double-sided mallet hammer. The nun beside him seemed genuinely distraught, pleading for him to remove the weapon.

"Huh? Why would I do that?! It's not like I'm gonna use it here!" he boomed, his voice echoing through the sacred space. The Pope let out a brief, almost imperceptible sigh, a sound that drew Larz's attention.

The man grumbled but eventually relented, handing the heavy weapon to a nearby temple knight who visibly strained under its weight. He then approached Larz and Johanna, lifting his right hand to his forehead, two fingers extended in a casual salute. A wide grin spread across his face as his eyes locked with Johanna's.

"Nice to see ya again, little Jojo," the man said, his voice a gruff rumble that softened, almost purring.

Johanna's hands clenched tighter behind her, a strained smile barely masking her irritation. "It's nice to see you again too, Drogun. Please, sit in the pew behind you while we await the other two champions," she instructed, her jaw tight. Drogun chuckled, threw his hands up in mock surrender, and instead of sitting properly, stretched out comfortably across the pew.

A few minutes later, another figure arrived, accompanied by a different nun. This time, it was a little female chipmunk beastman with bright golden eyes, a white bushy tail almost bigger than her, and tall white ears perched atop her head. A nervous smile played on her face as she looked around the grand temple, her gaze particularly drawn to the colossal marble statues of the progenitor gods behind the Pope and Larz.

'She's really cute,' Larz thought, fighting the strong urge to hug her.

"H-Hello, Your Holiness," she squeaked, her voice strained from nerves.

Johanna's smile was sweet and genuine towards her. "Hello, Miss Nixi. Please have a seat in one of the pews behind you while we wait for the final champion." Nixi almost bounced to the pew on the opposite side of the temple from Drogun, her feet kicking gently in the air as she sat, as she was unable to reach the floor.

"Aw, come on! You could sit over here, I don't bite!" Drogun called to her from across the room, but Nixi remained silent, staring straight ahead as she continued kicking her legs.

"Ah, whatever," he muttered softly, resting his head on his hands and closing his eyes in resignation.

"Please don't fall asleep, Drogun," Johanna warned, a barely concealed thread of annoyance in her voice.

"No promises, little Jojo," he replied, prompting a quiet groan of frustration from Johanna.

Then, the sharp click of heels announced another arrival from the front entrance. A woman strode in with short, choppy pink hair, light gray eyes, and a large set of feathery wings on her back. 

A deep scowl marred her face, and she made no move to approach Johanna and Larz. Instead, she walked directly to the back of the room, settled into a pew, crossed her arms over her chest, and began tapping a finger against her arm. 

Her gaze, a hard, unyielding glare, was fixed solely on Johanna, a silent message urging the Pope to hasten whatever ceremony lay before them.

Johanna cleared her throat, a cold sweat pricking her skin under the pink-haired woman's intense stare. "Thank you for coming, Mireya," Johanna managed, her voice slightly strained, before gesturing for Larz to step forward and stand directly before her. 

"Everyone, this is Larz, the gods' chosen hero who, with your invaluable help, will restore the world to its rightful balance."