The School Festival Prep:
The Academy was in full "Festival Mode." Students were hanging banners and setting up stalls. It was the one day of the year where the "Normal" world and the "Hunter" world blended together.
Alex: (Sitting on a ladder, lazily taping a banner) "Why am I doing this? Serina, you have shadow-arms. You could finish this in three seconds."
Serina: (Glaring at him while carrying five crates of supplies) "Because 'normal' students use ladders, Alex! If I use my shadow-arms, Lucian will report us to the Council before I can say 'cupcake stall'."
Evelyn: (Passing by with a stack of flyers) "He's right though. Lucian has been following us all day. He's currently 'helping' the girls' choir, but he hasn't taken his eyes off our classroom."
The Interaction:
Lucian strolled over, looking perfectly charming. "Need a hand, Alex? You look like you're struggling with that tape. For someone who hangs around such powerful ladies, you seem... remarkably average."
Alex: (Looking down from the ladder) "Average is underrated, Lucian. It means I don't have to go to meetings or sign autographs. You should try it sometime; it'd help with those dark circles under your eyes."
The school festival was in full swing when the sky suddenly turned a sickly, artificial gold. Every screen on campus flickered, and a booming, celestial voice shook the windows.
Principal David: (Dropping his coffee) "What... what is this pressure?!"
The Global Broadcast:
Two figures in shimmering, over-the-top golden robes appeared on every screen. They were wearing masks that looked like suns and moons, standing on a floating platform with special effects (fireworks and light beams) going off behind them.
The Alpha: (Booming voice) "People of the Earth! Kneel! I am the Alpha, the beginning of your salvation!"
The Omega: "And I am the Omega! We have come to show you that your Lords have returned to rule the heavens!"
The Reaction:
The students at the Academy were terrified. Half of them were on the ground. Lucian was sweating, whispering, "The High Council said they might be coming... the true Creators..."
The Back Table:
In the back of the courtyard, Alex and Allen were sitting at a picnic table. They were the only ones still sitting.
Alex: (Starts laughing so hard he almost falls off the bench) "Pffft— Hahahaha! Allen, look! Look at the guy on the left! Is... is he wearing a cape made of glitter??"
Allen: (Not even looking at the screen, struggling to peel a hard-boiled egg) "I don't know. I can't look up, Alex. If I look up, this egg shell is going to fall into my lap. Is it over yet?"
Alex: "No, no, you have to see this! He just called himself 'The Alpha' while wearing boots with four-inch heels! Who does he think he is? A God or a disco star? And look at the masks... those are definitely plastic. I can see the mold lines from here!"
Serina: (Hissing at them, terrified) "Alex! Allen! Be quiet! They're the Creators! They're broadcasting to the whole planet! They'll hear you!"
Alex: (Wiping a tear from his eye) "Serina, chill. If those are the 'Creators,' then I'm the King of England. They look like they bought their outfits at a 'Gods & Deities' clearance sale. 'I am the Alpha'—honestly, who says that with a straight face?"
Allen: (Finally peels the egg and takes a bite) "Mmph. It's too much light, anyway. It's tacky. Real power doesn't need a golden light show. It's distracting me from my egg."
The Insult:
On the screen, The Alpha raised his hand, and a bolt of "holy" lightning struck a nearby mountain, blowing the top off. The world screamed in terror.
Alex: (Pointing at the screen, mocking) "Ooh, scary! A Level 7 light spell! Wow, I haven't seen that since I was... what, four? Hey, Allen, remember when you accidentally did that when you sneezed back in the 12th century?"
Allen: (Nodding) "Yeah. Blew up a whole forest. My nose hurt for a week."
Evelyn: (Staring at them, bewildered) "You guys... you're really not scared? They're claiming to be you. They're taking your titles!"
Alex: (Grinning, leaning back with his hands behind his head) "Let them. They're doing us a favor. If the world thinks those two clowns are the Gods, they'll never suspect the two guys eating eggs and failing History in the back of the class."
Alex: (Winking at Serina) "Besides, let them have their five minutes of fame. It's hard to look that stupid in front of six billion people. I actually kind of respect the hustle."
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