(First person)
Everything started when I was run over, nothing heroic. I didn't try to save anyone or chase a criminal in search of justice.
I just crossed the street without looking at the traffic light and was hit by a Porsche that was coming at high speed, it hit me full force, of course the carelessness was mine.
I didn't feel pain or anything, just death, and I woke up in a white room.
There was an actor there who made the Supernatural series.
"Seriously, is my hell going to be the Supernatural series?" I asked with humor, and the actor laughed.
"Of course it's not hell, it's more like a dream, however, your afterlife will be in the Supernatural world," he said in a very calm and mature tone. "The good side of having made a series about the world is this, I can handpick those who know enough."
Wait, wait, wait, are you saying you are God and portrayed yourself as a retard like Chuck and played yourself?
No way, I must be hallucinating, why would God make such a pathetic version of himself like Chuck?
"You are not," Chuck said with a mischievous smile. "I didn't make my version pathetic, it's just what I wanted you to see."
"Wait, why would you want us to see you as a pathetic god?" I asked in shock, what the fuck is this?
"Of course I would, I wanted to make a joke about myself, a satire proving that I'm not perfect, and I also used that specific universe to test some things," Chuck replied with a playful tone.
"How can a multiverse exist, aren't you unique?" I asked, still in shock, and yes, I accepted that the man in front of me was God.
"Well, you adapt quickly, that's good," God replied kindly and wait…
Damn, he's reading my mind…..
"In fact, the other versions of me, the archangels, and the primordials of other existing universes are just avatars influenced by beings from the original timeline," God pointed upward, "that is, beings with minds of their own, but manipulated by our will without realizing it."
"Wait… weren't divinities just weak beings created by you?" I asked, curious.
"No, when I created the universe… I created the archangels, my personal army, and the primordials, the guardians of the universe," God began to speak about how powerful beings were created. "I gave the power of creation and destruction to the archangels and the domains over concepts of the universe to the primordials."
"I understand, it makes sense," I began to understand what God meant.
"My primordial children were responsible for keeping the universe functioning," God said with an irritated look, "and my archangel children were responsible for defending the universe and policing it."
"I can already see why it went wrong."
"You understand? The primordials joined my sister and abandoned their duties, and the archangels split into factions and some tried to overthrow me and others simply deserted… leaving only the most annoying ones by my side."
"What do I have to do with this?"
"Well, you are a rare case… All divine beings are immortal until their concept ceases to exist, but sometimes a divinity ends up reincarnated in a human body, your soul belongs to a descendant of a primordial," God said with a sigh.
"I don't understand," I asked, still confused. "What do you mean, am I a demigod?"
"No, you are a divinity," God replied with a hint of laughter, "a second-generation one."
"What does that mean?" I asked even more confused. "How am I a god, I never felt like one. What do generations have to do with it?"
"Unlike the archangels, whom I made almost infertile," God began, "the primordials I made completely fertile, but I limited their bloodlines. The more generations away from the primordials… the less access to the conceptual domains of the universe they have."
"So… I'm a god who ended up dying?" I asked confused. "Instead of regenerating with my original body, I was reborn in a human body."
"Exactly, you learn fast," God snapped his fingers. "You were Zeus, lord of Olympus, but when Cronos, your father, returned and awakened the primordials and then my sister, you died in the war. I think she liked your charm and allowed you to continue existing, keeping the concept to which your domain belongs alive."
"Wait? How so, there was a war? Was there an apocalypse in this universe?"
"Exactly, we lost. I was not at full strength to defeat my sister, I loved her and could not fight her with full force, but she did not win either. The universe is disappearing and she died along with me," God said with a sad grimace. "What you are seeing is just a remnant of my existence trying to keep the universe functioning until the end."
"Why are you telling me this?" I asked, confused and sad. So everyone I loved and knew is already dead?
"You were the only being who managed to draw empathy from her, not the empathy of a brother that she has for me, but the empathy of something she is attracted to, you lived up to your name Zeus," God joked. "So maybe you can change the fate of the next universe?"
"What do you mean? The universe won't disappear?" I asked, understanding the concept, if this is the original universe… the entire multiverse will die after this.
"Exactly, but if you change the events of the next universe… the next will become the original," God said with a click of his tongue. "Unfortunately the next universe was the one where I ruined everything and unbalanced the power levels and made my avatar an idiot."
"So… you're saying the fate of the multiverse depends on Chuck?" I asked with a growl… fuck, who can depend on that useless man?
"No, the fate of the multiverse depends on you," God snapped his fingers and my body glowed. "I don't have the power to make you a primordial, but I can make you return to your old body."
"What would I gain from that, I would still be a second-generation divinity, wouldn't I?" I asked. What could I do?
"In this universe, which is the original, yes. In the next, only avatars of primordials exist, me, my sister, and the archangels. You would be equivalent to an average primordial," God smiled and his skin turned pale. "Good luck, my great-grandson. Stop Cronos and the primordials and I will use my last energy to modify Chuck to make him at least useful."
And so the world shone.
Waking up in an old temple was not the most interesting thing I could imagine.
I observed around me and all I found was a lot of vegetation and, in the distance, a city.
I felt the power inside my body, and with a sigh the skies closed with clouds.
Good, it seems God really did what he promised and little by little I trained my powers.
"Father…" the call of a young woman made me look, it was Artemis, the memory of my avatar made me understand that.
"Ohhh, hello daughter…" I said with a gentle smile and walked toward her. "Tell me, what have you been doing?"
"I've been hunting some monsters… they are strange," Artemis said worriedly. "Some are even more savage than they should be."
"Any reason for you to think that?" I didn't know where in the timeline I had been sent, I needed to find out. "Do you have any suspicions?"
"A yellow-eyed demon has been causing havoc," Artemis said with a look of disgust. "I have felt the birth of human demonic children."
"Ohhh, daughter, I want you to find a person for me," I said approaching her and caressed her face and she recoiled as if afraid. "Her name is Mary Campbell."
"What? She caught your interest? Are you going to take this poor woman as your personal incubator?" Artemis asked with a scowl. "Do you know how this ended in the past?"
"I know, I know," I joked, gesturing and touching her shoulder. "I wouldn't be Zeus if I didn't have children, right? But I won't take her for myself, she is free, I just need to see how the board is positioned."
Artemis said nothing more and left, despite her disappointment she was not capable of going against my orders.
Who would imagine that the most rebellious daughter and the one most opposed to Zeus's attitudes would become my most loyal follower.
Artemis returned not many days later and brought me news.
From what was said, Mary was still not married and Dean was not around her.
Which means she had not yet started in the plot of the story.
That's when I decided to play a little, teleporting to the city Artemis revealed the Campbell family was in and I blended in.
I arrived near a bar where a group of hunters were and smiled, I looked at an old man and identified Samuel Campbell.
"Well look at that, seems the hunt today was good," I joked as I approached and the old man stared at me with hostile eyes. "Hey, hey, I come in peace."
"Who are you and what do you want?" Samuel asked with a growl and pointed a .40 at my head. "Answer quickly if you don't want to lose your brains."
I raised my hands in surrender and became serious. "I'm looking for a vampire," I did my best to make a look of hatred. "He's my son, he turned and has been causing terror."
I didn't lie. My avatar really had a vampire son, he kidnapped a vampire and used her as a baby-making machine.
I think he thought that children of monsters would be more powerful than gods and normal demigods and would be a perfect army.
He was wrong, those children born from the vampire were not as powerful as any powerful and legendary child of Zeus and he killed them all and the vampire.
My avatar was despicable.
In the end he released only one and that one really was causing havoc.
I had Artemis hunt him and throw him around here so I could kill him.
"It's my responsibility to eliminate him," I said with a solemn posture.
"Tell me his name and physical appearance," Samuel looked at me now with less hostile eyes. "A father shouldn't kill a son even if the son turns into a monster."
"No, it is my duty, I failed as a father," I said shaking my head. "My duty is to end my son's suffering and all the suffering he caused others."
Samuel stared at me for a few seconds too long. Hunters have this curious talent of sensing when something is out of place, even without knowing how to explain it. The gun remained steady, but the finger no longer pressed the trigger.
"Name?" he insisted.
"Victor," I answered without thinking much. Names are masks, and I have used worse ones. "He looks about twenty-something, dark hair, light eyes… until he's hungry. Then his eyes turn red. He's not a common vampire."
That was enough. I saw the micro-gesture: Samuel accepted it. He didn't fully believe it, but accepted it enough not to kill me there, which for a Campbell was almost a warm hug.
"We have reports of attacks like that," he said, holstering the weapon. "Drained animals, people disappearing. If you really want to deal with this… you can stay."
The bar returned to noise. Nervous laughter, glasses clinking, monster stories exaggerated by fifty percent. Mary was there, a few stools ahead. Young, alive, human. Fate had not yet put its dirty hands on her.
And that… that was new to me.
I felt the entire board. Invisible lines of cause and effect vibrated like harp strings. Every small choice pushed the future a few centimeters sideways. The problem with being a god is this: you see too much and still get it wrong.
That night, the attack happened.
I didn't need to run. The air simply bent to my will and carried me to the secondary road, where the smell of fresh blood tore through the night. The vampire was there, kneeling over a body, trembling hands, confused, like an animal that knows it did something wrong but doesn't understand why.
When he raised his face and saw me, he froze.
"Father…?"
The word hurt more than any angelic blade ever did. The avatar's memory came whole, without mercy. The mistakes, the arrogance, the contempt. The abandonment.
"No," I said firmly. "I am the one who will end this."
He attacked. Not out of malice, but desperation. A flash tore the sky, and thunder came with it, obedient like an old dog. It was not a cruel execution. It was fast. Clean. Merciful, as much as possible for a god who was still learning to be better than he was.
When it was over, Artemis appeared among the trees, silent like the moon.
"It's done," she said.
"Yes," I replied. "And that was only the first domino."
She looked at me with attention, more than as a daughter, almost as a judge.
"The yellow-eyed demon won't like this."
I smiled, feeling the sky move again, distant. Azazel. A pawn that thought itself a player.
"Great," I said. "Let him come angry. Gods like enemies who underestimate the board."
In the city, Samuel and Mary never knew exactly what happened on that road. Only that the attacks stopped. For now. The world went on, ignorant of the microscopic correction in the universe's script.
And I walked back into the night, feeling something rare grow inside me.
Not power.
Responsibility.
The next universe didn't need a glorious Zeus.
It needed a Zeus who finally learned to stop breaking everything just because he could.
That night I got to know Mary better, Samuel was already treating me like one of them.
"Hello, you're Samuel's daughter, right?" I showed my best smile. "Sorry for the compliment, but you're beautiful."
"Thank you, and you handsome sir," she approached also flirting. "What does a man who obviously has less than 40 have a son who looks about 27?"
She referred to the vampire. Great, beautiful and smart, trying to fish for something.
"I was a young father, 13 years old, my father was an asshole and my mother tried but failed miserably," I said with a fake sad look. "My mother left me with a maid and let's say she liked boys."
Mary made a disgusted face and something twisted in my stomach, damn it, you're still there, aren't you? I'm sorry for this mistake, one day I will release you, I only fear it won't be now, since if you are the original, I will be slaughtered and this universe too, so only when I'm sure I can defeat you.
"I understand, so, how are you?" she asked narrowing her eyes.
"Like a father who failed his son and had to kill him," I replied sadly and falsely.
"I'm sorry," she looked down and I laughed.
"Don't worry, I've been preparing for this for 3 years already, but tell me about you."
I pulled out a bottle of vodka and took a shot.
She understood I was pushing the sadness away and drank with me.
She told me her story and we talked all night.
When it was dawn we hugged and kissed.
Little by little I kissed her neck and she gave herself to me, we continued taking off clothes and I went on top.
Our bodies piled and moved at fast and slow speeds varied and together with sexual memories from my past and from my avatar.
I made Mary scream with pleasure all night and finally after two hours when we finished I placed my seed in her uterus.
Dean will be special too, not only Sam. Mary will have two really powerful children, however I will not make him a demigod.
No, that is too dangerous.
I limited the power in the seed and he will not be born now, he will not be my son, it will be as if he were my descendant.
The child will only be part God and thus will be like Sam, a more powerful and useful Dean for me.
I looked at Mary lying beside me and caressed her forehead, she was sweaty and looked exhausted, but no less attractive.
I wanted to leave, but I didn't want to leave her, something in me felt something for her and said she was mine.
Maybe it is the me from my past life, Zeus lord of the skies, the true one.
But I knew I couldn't stay, couldn't get attached to her, she was human and I a god, she was the mother of the protagonists and I couldn't screw the plot that way.
I sighed and altered everyone's memory, made it seem that after the night with Mary, I killed myself and left a letter saying I wanted to be with my son.
"You're just going to leave her?" Artemis asked while walking beside me. "You seemed to like her, I thought…"
"That I could become a better God?" I said looking into Artemis's eyes and grabbed her holding by the chin, a grip not strong enough to hurt her and not weak enough for her to pull away. "Look into my eyes, daughter, I never changed and I won't change, I am Zeus, that is what I am, it's not because I developed a bit of conscience that I will become my brother Hades."
"I understand, sorry…" Artemis accepted my grip and looked away.
"Well, let's go."
She may not have noticed, but when I squeezed her face, I gave her a little power.
Like a blessing that allows a mortal to access a god's domain.
But since she was already a divinity, I saw her access the domain of the moon and felt Selene writhing and resisting.
No, I shook my head, she is resisting only in the soul, she has been dead for a long time.
The original died and what remained was the avatar which is nowhere near powerful enough to assume the domain.
Thank you God for messing up this world, if you hadn't messed it up, I would have a divine-level problem now.
Some years passed, Dean came to the past, I felt it and many felt it and finally Mary met John.
I sat in a bar to drown the sorrows of having "lost" to a simple human.
"Who are you?" I looked and saw something that made me happy. "Why are you disguised as a god? You should be sleeping primordial…"
"Gabriel… Gabriel," I said looking at him and felt fear and anger coming from him. "I don't seek conflict."
"I doubt it, you primordials always seek conflict, since the war when you abandoned your functions," Gabriel growled something and pointed a blade at me. "As a consequence, the angels had to take on a role that wasn't ours and everything got fucked."
"Your father should be enough to solve it, shouldn't he?" I asked with irony, Chuck wasn't capable of solving even his own problems, imagine the world. "But you complain about the primordials, you can dress like our descendants."
"I'm not to blame if your descendants have the freedom and life I always dreamed of," he said with hatred and I looked around, some divinities were on guard, none of them was Loki's child.
"I see you found a new family, it would be a shame if Heaven found out," I threatened narrowing my eyes.
"Don't you dare," Gabriel growled. "If you do anything against them, even call Heaven, I will eliminate you, remember, despite having infinite power because of domains, you were not born to wage war like us."
Gabriel's eyes glowed and he spoke the truth, the primordials were made to rule and the archangels to wage war and defend the world.
In theory they were more powerful in attack and defense power, despite not having infinite power like the primordials.
"So don't make a scene and don't draw attention," I said suspiciously and tossed a glass to him. "Drink, let's talk."
We talked for hours, I made sure Artemis was away, she couldn't hear about Gabriel thinking I'm a primordial.
The primordials must be forgotten, no divinity and no angel, demon, monster or human should remember them.
And we reached an agreement after drinking a lot, an alliance in case Heaven discovers him, I save his divine family who also doesn't know who he really is and in case the primordials awaken, he helps me eliminate them.
A good deal.
Artemis
Artemis was hunting through the forest when something hit her, it wasn't something real, it was metaphorical.
"Aaahhhhh," she screamed in pain and fell to her knees. "What is happening, I have to go back to Zeus, no… if he sees me weak like this… no, he changed… but…"
Artemis cried still holding her head in so much pain.
"You seem very fragile for the tough goddess I once knew," the voice caught Artemis's attention and the pain vanished.
She looked at who the voice was and saw a beautiful woman with colorful hair and a bit taller than her.
"Who are you?" Artemis growled and pulled her bow to attack the woman and shot.
However, the arrow only hit the woman's chest and turned to dust.
"That's not possible…" Artemis went into denial. "These arrows are made to kill gods."