"Remember! Once we enter the mundane world. You need to blend with them. You need to be them. And most importantly, they must never find out who you truly are." An old woman on her late seventies spoke to the teenagers occupying the bus she was assigned.
The smile on their faces spoke in volumes of how happy they were to embark on this trip. After all, it isn't in everyday that one gets to travel from the FirstWorld to any other world, and they couldn't help but embrace the moment.
But certainly, the smile on their faces quickly faded the moment the woman spoke those words.
"But why? We are gods. We are faster than them, stronger than them, smarter than them. Why would I live a life of those beneath me?" A young girl of about sixteen years stood and questioned with her hands crossed over her bloomed melons.
Even though she seemed sixteen, that isn't her actually age. Her real age is 200 years old, just like everybody else in the bus, except for the driver and the old woman.
They age differently from everyone else because they aren't human. Well, at least not entirely as this bus is full beings who belongs to the lineage of gods and humans.
They are known as the halfbloods, and their original home is the FirstWorld, the world created first by the Maker and centered in the middle of all the universes.
At the age of 200, every halfblood is required to travel to a mundane world where they would practice how to utilize their godly essence and come back to save the FirstWorld.
The FirstWorld is actually dying, and it all started about a million years ago when the daughter of the blind blackblood demon god awakened her fluxed energy.
The fluxed energy is basically some type of abilities, powers if you can call,, and one always awakens those from the father's lineage.
Like for example, if a father of the child originates from goddess of ice bloodline and the mother originates from the god of sun bloodline, the child would always awaken Ice elements as their fluxed energy rather than heat, or fire elements.
Like let's say, the mother of the child originates from Thor's bloodline, who's the god thunder and lightening, and the father of the child originates from Loki's bloodline, the child would always awaken Loki's powers, which are known as the fluxed energy (FE), and unfortunately, one can never have more than one fluxed energy (FE).
But her FE was different, dark and corrupting in nature.
The more she used her FE the more she was lost, bit and bit untill she couldn't be saved anymore.
And with her corrupting FE, Quinsela decided to take over the universes, but to do so, she must first conquer the FirstWorld.
The war has been fought for countless of ages, and each time Quinsela's army grew even more stronger and almost taking over the entire FirstWorld, but the more she grows stronger, her FE corrupts the FirstWorld and killing it slowl by slow.
That's why at the age of 200, the young halfblood would travel to mundane worlds around the universes, where there are plenty of pure mana, and as they train and grow stronger, their body would naturally absorb more and more of the pure mana and store them.
All they would need to do is travel back to the FirstWorld where their body would naturally release the mana absorbed and stored, to the atmosphere, and try and cleanse Quinsela's dark essence.
Well, one could have said that the gods could basically descent to the FirstWorld and interrupt Quinsela's plan of taking over the universes since they are basically stronger as compared to halfblood. But with the agreement set by the Maker before the FirstWorld was officially made the original home for the halfbloods, the gods can never directly interfere with the matters of the halfbloods, no matter what.
The punishment is unbearable, and no god would dare to, and same goes to the halfbloods. Although they can basically interacte with mundane, they must never allow the mundane to discover who they truly are unless they claim them.
To claim a mundane is basically making them your worshiper, or a dedicated follower. They must be willing to keep your secret, protect them and die for you. And once you stop claiming them, you must eliminate them.
The rule might sound sh*ty but it was implemented basically to control how many of worshiper a halfblood could have, as more worshipers brings more strength that could almost rival the gods.
The other reason for this particular rule is to make sure that a very few percentage of mundane have the knowledge of the existence of the halfbloods. That's why this particular rule affects only the halfbloods and not the gods, as to the Maker, halfbloods are, but just an abomination.
"Well, let me see." The old woman spoke in sarcasm while scratching her chin. "The last I checked you also f*ck like them, sh*t like them, eat like them, sleep like them and not forgetting going through the same menstruation period as them, so eat it up supergirl and sit your small ars down." She rioted. "I didn't set the f*ckin rules, and if I were you, I'd try so much to avoid the golden sand flames. Not even your godly parents can survive them." She spoke while turning around and headed back to her sit.
"Sh*t! Why do they always have to drive me nuts." She complained while sitting down next to the driver. "At this rate, they are gonna kill me with an heart attack."
"First, heart disease are for mundane." The driver responded. "Second, you are old enough to die."
"F*ck you!" The woman shouted while stomping her feet on the bus.
As she did, a loud and terrifying explosion echoed through the air and what followed next was the bus traveling in front of them flung tens of meters in the air.
Everything else went silent, so silent that even the air seemed afraid to move, as if death itself had paused to watch.
The wreckage of the bus hung in the air for a heartbeat longer, a monument to chaos frozen in time, before it crashed back to the earth with a deafening, metallic shriek.
Smoke curled upward, twisting like grasping fingers, choking out the moon's feeble light. But the darkness didn't belong to the night alone.
"Now see what you made me do?" The woman spoke in a dazed state.
"Yeah, that's not you." The driver responded while gulping heavily as his heart skipped a bit.
Fear could be seen written allover his aura as all the cells in his body screamed for his to run, especially after his eyes landed on the cause of this.
A hulking shadow rose from the mangled wreckage, climbing with slow, deliberate movements, like a predator savoring the moment before the slaughter.
Black fur, slick with shadowy mist, pulsed with something unnatural, as if it refused to settle, writhing and escaping his very being.
Muscles coiled beneath the thick coat, each ripple a promise of destruction. And when it lifted its head, twin pools of dark purple fire burned within his skull, eyes that held no mercy, no hesitatio, only hunger.
It's breath came slow, measured, as if tasting the fear that had soaked into the air with black saliva dripping from its jagged fangs, sizzling where it landed, corroding metal, scarring the ground.
The wind dared to whisper through the trees, but it was wrong, all wrong. The sound carried no relief, only a warning, the last, desperate plea of a forest that knew something terrible, something more older than time itself had arrived.
"Sha_sha_shadow werewolf!" The driver gulped, almost chocking on his own words, but this only sounded as an invitation as it moved.
A single step. A razor-sharp claw dragging against steel. A guttural sound rising from his throat, something between a growl and a laugh, a promise, a death promise, but this didn't seem to frighten the old woman.
"Old enough to die, hhah!" She chuckled while licking her lips and spread her palms out.
The temperature inside the bus suddenly dropped with icy mist crawling around her hands. Her face become more cold and serious, with her eyes burning full of rage.
"Let's dance baby." She spoke in a cold voice.