Marshall stopped relying on the fragile pne and used his telekinesis to control everything. He made a dive, his speed surpassing what was physically possible for the pne. He was right behind the blue woman, now disguised to look ordinary.

  "Got you! How dare you invade my nd! I'll catapult your blue ass back to your goddamn pnet in pieces!"

  "What? No, I'm from Earth! Leave me alone!"

  The woman tried to beg in panicked screams, but Marshall didn't stop, and finally, he swooped in, grabbed her, and flew away. He dragged the woman beside him onto the pne and held her there even as she struggled to free herself.

  "Fucking Kree scum! Think you're hotshots, huh? Do whatever you want because you've got shiny ships? I'll barrel into them and shred every damn scrap to pieces, bastards!" Marshall roared and started taking the pne down far away in the cornfields.

  At st, Marshall gently nded the pne, fttening the area around so it was smooth. Still holding the woman with one arm wrapped around her slim waist, he jumped away and nded in the middle of the cornfields.

  Woosh!

  He grabbed her hat and threw it away to get a better look. Her human disguise was beautiful, but Marshall was no weak-minded horndog, just a horndog. He grabbed her throat, lifted her in the air, and growled.

  "Turn back to your alien form or I'll snap your neck right now."

  Eyes moist in fear, the woman kicked her feet around. But she did as asked and started to change back to her blue form. Starting from the top, her hair turned bright red, followed by her entire face and smooth skin in a shade of blue. Her eyes were yellow, somewhat demonic. Then the rest of her body turned blue underneath her clothes.

  "Hot damn, you’re a sight!" Marshall bellowed with a sharp whistle. "Didn’t know the Kree factory was spitting out yellow-eyed wonders."

  "Ugh…"

  "Ah, shit! No wonder you can't speak!" Marshall dropped her like a sack of potatoes. "So, what’s your cursed name? Why’d you drop down to Earth? Don’t tell me it’s just to get into my pants, ‘cause dammit, it’s working! Fuck, I’m basically a tavern whore at this point, aren’t I? Marty’s never gonna shut his gob about this one."

  "..."

  "I…" She steadied herself, her chest tight as she caught her breath. A cough slipped out before she forced the words. "I'm not an alien. I'm a mutant."

  "..."

  It was Marshall's turn to go speechless. Then he frowned and scratched his face annoyedly, realising he may have truly fucked up. But just to be sure, he leaned his face closer to hers and sniffed her blue skin using his prehistoric Dinosaur senses. He sniffed loudly and frowned deeper, noticing the scent of mutants, and not the Kree.

  "Fuck! I do smell a mutant in you." Marshall awkwardly patted her shoulders, cleaning the dust over them as if everything was forgotten. "What's your name?"

  "I-I'm… Raven Darkh?lme… I can shapeshift, and I just wanted to… see the first flight. I'm not an alien, First Man."

  "I fucked up, didn't I?" Marshall muttered, sighing. "Two blue-ass aliens crash-nded on Earth some time back. Well, I made them crash. Anyway, they’re from a blood-drunk, supremacist, space-nazi gactic empire floating in space. You kinda looked like them, the skin mostly."

  Raven patted her clothes clean while staring at the god on earth, her yellow eyes narrowed. "What's a Nazi?"

  "Ah… that hasn't happened yet, has it? Maybe I should gut baby clown mustache?"

  Finally, he looked at the woman. She was slightly shorter than he, but not by much. Her red hair was stunning, her yellow eyes exotic, her lips red like her hair. In figure, she was the personification of an hourgss, yet she looked rather strong. He couldn't help but nod. She was indeed a beauty in every way. And the blue skin? That only made him like her more.

  "Do humans still throw a fit and run off if they catch you like this?" He asked with genuine thought. "I figured the dumb bastards would've gotten used to mutants and oddballs by now, seeing as I've been fucking around their happy little world for millions of years."

  "Well, I'm not a goddess." She said, looking down with what seemed like a frown and frustration combined. "They fear me."

  "Bullshit! I roam the goddam pnet with a house fucking giant T-Rex. Why would they tremble at some blue-skinned beauty queen?"

  "I…" Raven faltered, the blunt compliment catching her off guard. She wasn’t used to anyone saying things like that. "Still, you’re the god here."

  "So what? Fine, fuck it, let's flip the script." Marshall procimed and grabbed Raven's shoulder. "You’re gonna carve your damn name into history, girl. Now cough it up, how old are you?"

  "Twenty-five."

  "Old enough to fly the goddamn pne. Yeah, you heard me, princess. First woman, first mutant in history to fly a pne, you'll be that." Marshall said and looked at the nded pne. "Now haul your ass in."

  Before Raven could even speak, she was shoved towards the pne and then yanked into the pilot's space, thrown on her belly.

  "But I don't know how to fly it!"

  "It's piss-easy, wiggle your ass for direction, kick those scrawny legs for altitude, and... hell, I lost the rest. Figure it out mid-air. I'll chuck the pne up high and yeet you out, you just gotta steer, genius." Marshall didn't even give her time to get used to the controls. Using telekinesis, he lifted the entire pne, himself flying beside it. Then, like it were a kite, he thrusted it forward.

  "Aaaaa~" Raven screamed at the beginning, frantically trying to learn how to control it. "S-Should I… change my face?"

  "What? Then why the hell even bother? No, screw it, you’re pretty just like this. Maybe the nerdy Wright brothers will grow a fetish after seeing you. And you, you’re aching to howl your name to the world, carve it into their skulls. Be proud, bare-assed shameless, grip the world by the throat and ride it raw, treat it like your bitch. That’s what I damn well do."

  "Because it is… your bitch!" Raven shouted, struggling to control the flight. "Aaaa… how do I nd this? How did I even get dragged into this?"

  ####

  Raven couldn't stop frowning. She frowned so much that she feared it'd leave lines on her forehead. She looked at the god in man's flesh fly beside her. She shook her head, cursing her luck.

  I just wanted to see the first flight.

  But here she was, flying the very thing she wanted to spectate. And worse, she was now supposed to reveal her presence to the world. It was nerve-wracking. There were so many journalists in the field with their big cameras.

  She hated this. She just wanted to live nameless, hidden, never approached or bmed for anything. She wanted a normal life where people didn't see her for her blue color or her powers. Where people accepted her as Raven, and not a shapeshifting, convenient tool.

  She had dreams. Desires. Hopes. She had lived her life cautious of others; she was impulsive, and she knew she was emotional. Trying to find a pce for herself in this changing world. And now she was an immortal god's hostage.

  Tsk… I shouldn't have come here.

  Gritting her teeth, she finally saw the rge field where the crowds had gathered. They were all pointing at her. It made her heart shake, nervousness overcoming her. Already, she saw some cameras fshing.

  "I can do this, I can do this." She gathered her thoughts.

  The pne wobbled a lot. But as the ground came closer, she found her controls easing. It didn't take long to realize that the First Man was helping her. That boosted her confidence, and she tried to really maneuver it.

  Thud!

  Finally, the pne nded and quickly came to a halt. It was a gentle nding, and nothing broke apart. She heard dozens of men running towards her, and she almost changed into her human form instinctively. But then the First Man grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet.

  "And there you have it, folks!" Marshall decred, seeing the journalists with cameras and notepads had arrived. "The first damn flight of mankind actually worked. And it wasn’t just some bloke, but even she steered the thing like it was a pony ride, name’s Raven Darkh?lme."

  "Who's the blue bitch? Who let her fly? Where's the police?"

  Heads snapped, mouths froze.

  Marshall annoyedly stared at the man who'd just commented. He recognised him from somewhere, but that didn't matter. He walked coldly to the man, grabbed him by his throat, and lifted him in the air.

  "Goddamn waste of air and space!" Marshall barked at the man's face. "You little shitmeat! I'll make you fly now, enjoy."

  Woosh!

  Just like that, Marshall threw the man into the sky. He threw him with so much force that all his clothes tore apart. The man fully vanished into the sky, only to have his flesh and muscles get torn into shreds and his bones turn to ash during re-entry into the atmosphere.

  "G-Governor!"

  Marshall cpped his hands and looked at the people. "Ah, no wonder I recognised the piss-soaked bastard. Sob harder, choose again, something that doesn’t stink. You don’t get to fp your mouth at me and spit on a Dinosian."

  Raven stared at the god in surprise. She didn't know she was a Dinosian. But she kept her mouth shut.

  "Damn it, you ruined my mood now, and I'm fucking pissed. If another one of you has something to curse, say it. I'll make you fly." Marshall sneered at the reporters. "If you got a problem with her, then you got a problem with me. Hell, not just her, I'm saying it now. If you mess with or hurt innocent mutants, I'll wipe you out like vermin! I don’t give a shit! Your holy books are full of tales of God's wrath! I don't mind frying your whole species then waiting a billion years to watch it crawl back! Capiche?"

  Sadly, the truth was that the world simply didn't know about mutants at that time. Only the likes of the President and military chiefs knew about them. To the rest of the world, mutants were either blessed by gods, freaks of nature, or simply didn't exist. The mutant word didn't exist in the world's general dictionary.

  And what Marshall did made them global knowledge. He brought the cat out of the bag.

  "Y-Your Holiness!" A journalist voiced. "What's a mutant? I'm sorry, I never heard of that before."

  "What? You don’t know? Holy rotten goat balls, you’re actually dumber than you look. Mutants are humans who won the genetic lottery and evolved a little extra than everyone else. They get powers; some turn into damn rock piles, some light up like a campfire, some poke around in your skull like it’s a diary, some fp in the air like fat pigeons, some can teleport. And this charming dy can shapeshift into anyone. They've existed since even before humanity—Dammit, I miss Firehair, she was probably the first mutant. My first love… fuck… I need a drink now."

  Really, in Marshall's head, memories of Firehair were like that sweet, fun, crazy, hot wife of the main character that dies before the start of the movie. He really missed how she used to match his craziness.

  "I'm out. Chatting with you lot rots my skull meat." Marshall walked away, pushing away the men like they were lifeless dolls. He waved at Theodore Roosevelt in the distance, his friend, and headed to the raft he'd brought. Marty, He, and Helvar were already waiting for him there.

  "Wait for me!"

  Raven ran after him. "C-Can I come with you? To Dinosia?"

  "Sure," Marshall said and stepped on the raft. "Get on."

  Nervously, Raven stepped up, eyeing the giant T-Rex who was waving at her, the boy who looked like a teenager, and then the seven-foot-tall goddess-looking woman. As she looked at her, the tall woman was peering back. Raven looked away, feeling as if her soul was being stared at.

  Just like that, Marshall flew away.

  Back on the ground, the Wright brothers finally took a rexing breath. They instantly cursed their luck and decided to never invite a crowd to their future tests. Only journalists were enough.

  Meanwhile, President Theodore Roosevelt sighed in the distance, shaking his head. He wasn't angry at the First Man. He understood the psyche of the immortal god. Humans were indeed insects. He was a decently learned man and knew that the First Man was far, far older than humanity. Considering that, he reckoned humans were a recent addition to the First Man's world.

  He was annoyed by the Governor, who was killed. And then, he got annoyed that he didn't know enough about the mutants. He didn’t give a damn about using them or maniputing them. No, he wanted to befriend some mutants just because it sounded rather exciting, adventurous, and fun.

  And now, he knew what he had to do.

  "Maybe I should put out an advertisement in the newspapers."

  ####

  Dinosia, Dinosia National University,

  David Hilbert, the most influential mathematician of the time, and also a naturalized Dinosian citizen, read a letter. He was the head of the Department for Mathematics, so he received a lot of them from around the world.

  But this one amused him. The letter was filled with mathematical formus and theorems, number theory, and infinite series research, but without the proof and the steps to achieve them. The letter was even more absurd.

  It came from a nineteen-year-old boy named Srinivasa Ramanujan. The boy said that he failed his college degree because nothing other than mathematics interested him. He was pursuing research independently while living in extreme poverty and at times on the brink of starvation.

  However, that was nothing new for David Hilbert. The world wasn't perfect. What did catch his eye was the cim that 'Gods told him the mathematical formus'. Now, being a man of science, he should have ughed at it and ignored it.

  But when he remembered where he was living, Dinosia, the literal home of a god, he gave it some thought. First Man was the father of all humanity, keeper of all knowledge. To dismiss a letter like this… he feared it'd anger the First Man. Just in case it was the First Man teaching this boy. The formus and theorems were indeed very advanced and new, after all.

  So, he ended up writing to the most powerful and knowledgeable man he could speak with, Azul S. Grant, the mutant with god-like powers, and adopted son of the First Man.

  Before long, a Dinosian warship was sent to the Indian Ocean to reach the British Raj.

  ####

  Dinosia, The Temple of the First Man,

  While Marshall really missed Firehair and her shenanigans, that didn't mean he didn't cherish He. As the woman who had given him a son, she was right at the top of his priority list. While she was the more serious type, he found that cute nonetheless. It was fun to melt her stern persona and make her moan his name.

  "Ummmmh…" He moaned sweetly in that warm bedroom, rolling her hips back and forth in a continuous, slow, but deep and sensual rhythm. Nude, she stared down at the only man in the universe who had managed to win her like this.

  Marshall watched her from below, half serenaded by her moans, half aroused by her body, and completely lost in the moment. His rough hands palmed her sizable breasts, massaging them as she rode him, both their eyes locked.

  He smirked faintly as she looked down at him, her lips curling proudly. Her long legs squeezed tight around his powerful waist, holding him prisoner under her, even though they both knew he could break free in an instant. She combed her hair back slowly with both hands, exposing her sharp, pale features.

  He groaned at the sight of her bare neck and proud chest arched forward.

  She reveled in the sensation, the obscene fullness that stretched her each time her hips rolled. His cock throbbed inside her snug folds, filling her deeper than she thought possible, making her body pulse with a joy she refused to admit.

  Her long arms lowered, hands caressing his rugged cheek, her thumbs stroking across his jawline as if savoring the heat pouring off his flesh.

  This was what she adored most. He didn’t want her for her crown, her dominion, or her power. He wanted her for her body. For her womanhood. For the softest part of her.

  “Ummmh… Oh, Marshall…” She breathed out, deliberately letting his name drip like honey off her tongue, just to hear him groan.

  His eyes flickered, dark with hunger at the sound. She smirked again, pleased at the power she held—until a sudden sharp tug at her nipples stole that composure away.

  “Ohh!” Her lips parted, a broken moan slipping free as Marshall pinched her stiff buds between his calloused fingers, twisting and pulling them like tiny levers of her body. Each tug made her body react, her cunt squeezing tight around his girthy spear.

  She gred down at him, purely out of habit. There was no other man alive who would dare handle her like this, and only one she would allow it from.

  Slosh! Slosh!

  The sound of her wet cunt squashing down onto his cock filled the room, shameless and lewd.

  “Ooooooh… I… can feel it near…” Her words were thick with pleasure.

  Her hips lost their slow rhythm and started to pump faster. She dropped herself onto his girthy length with a greedy thump, bouncing herself down, pounding his cock deeper into her drenched core. Her body jolted with every impact, her breasts thrashing as she fucked herself on him. Her ass rippled with every bounce, losing her grace to something unholy.

  “Mmmmh… Yes~” she cooed, breathy and indulgent.

  She leaned down, pressing her swells against his hard chest, smushing them wide between their bodies as her hips rose and fell with hungry abandon. Her hair spilled forward, bck strands raining across her face and his. And then her lips crashed into his.

  The kiss was nothing restrained. Raw, intoxicating, a need she couldn’t hold back. Her slender fingers slid up, pulling him closer as her mouth devoured his. She gave him wet, greedy kisses, sucking at his tongue as if she could drink the air out of his lungs.

  Her tongue slid in, wet and insistent, tangling with his. Their mouths smeared with spit, the sounds of their tongues meeting every bit as obscene as the lewd sloshing of her cunt riding his cock.

  Schlk! Shlk! Plop!

  Marshall chuckled against her lips, his voice vibrating in her mouth as his hands slid lower.

  He grabbed her hips, round and fluffier now than before, the faint softness of motherhood making them all the more irresistible. His cws sank into that pale flesh, dimpling it without disturbing her furious rhythm. His fingers elongated, gradually turning into small tentacles that slithered over her smooth skin. The gleaming tips, wet with secretion, twirled over her puckering hole, teasing her sensitive star.

  “Ughhhh~” He groaned and giggled, body shivering from the stimution. But she didn’t stop, relentlessly pounding her pussy onto his magnificent arousal.

  Marshall didn’t mind giving her the reins once in a while. It was usually him rutting her like a beast, but seeing the so-called Goddess of Death pant and moan from her own naughty greed was a rare delight. And that alone was worth letting her take the lead.

  "Umh, umh…."

  Pp! Pp! Pp!

  Her hips smmed down with the kind of force only an Asgardian body could muster, her divine strength focused into one primal act. A lesser man would have been crushed and killed a thousand times over. But Marshall only smiled into her mouth and rammed his hips up to meet her.

  His cock drove so deep inside her, she broke into wails, the sound swallowed straight into their messy kiss.

  “Ummph—hh…Umm… Ohh!”

  Their mouths were soaked, lips shiny and swollen, spit dripping from the corners of their lips to their chins. Their tongues rolled clumsily against one another, sometimes missing, sometimes sliding, leaving sticky trails across each other’s lips.

  “Ah!” He finally tore her lips away to catch a breath, gasping against his cheek before trailing kisses down his jawline. She buried her face against his neck, her hot mouth biting and kissing across his skin while her hips never stopped rising and falling.

  She fucked herself harder on his flesh rod, taking him with all the need of a reckless goddess lost in lust.

  Pp! Pp!

  The tremors rose in her belly. Her back stiffened, her wet walls tightening. She was close, so close she could feel the shudder gathering at the base of her spine. A wondrous feeling threatening to break through her body.

  “Unnnhhh… Marshall… make me… come…” Her moan was deep, commanding even in desperation. The moan of a goddess giving in but refusing to sound small. And then, her body betrayed her.

  Her pussy walls seized around him, cmping down so hard it made Marshall’s cws dig deeper into her hips as his finger tentacle retracted back into normal digits.

  “Gaah!” he snarled, dragging her down onto his cock until she was fully impaled, womb stuffed with every thick inch of him.

  Squelch!

  She kept rolling her hips in smaller circles even as her orgasm ripped through her, her movements messy, twitching, desperate to wring more from him. Moans poured from her lips, tangled with breathless mumbles. “Ahhhh—”

  Her climax was molten, a hot gush that flooded down around his cock, soaking their thighs, soaking the bedding. Her back arched against him, breasts pressed hard to his chest, her hands cwing at his shoulders. Her moan spilled out like a hymn corrupted into raw, unholy music.

  “Oh… Marshall. What ar—” She started, but her voice cracked as her body convulsed around him.

  Marshall didn’t let her finish. The moment her climax subsided enough for her body to go sck, he moved like a predator.

  In a single roll, he flipped her under him, pinning her down into the sheets with his weight. His cock never left her. Still buried to the hilt, still throbbing inside her, still eager and rabid.

  "What? You've had your fun on top, now it's my turn, my deadly goddess," he grinned.

  Marshall pressed a kiss against her flushed cheek, then crushed her lips again, just as hot and ravenous as before. His knees spread her thighs wide, forcing her long legs apart. He started to pump her with his entire length, hard and heavy, his balls spping against her ass with every stroke.

  He, so tall and limber, easily locked her ankles behind his back, tightening around him, as if she could trap him there.

  But Marshall was too damn strong. When he pulled back, he lifted her entire body an inch from the bedding, her ass coming off the wet sheets with his motion. And when he smmed back down, her soft flesh smushed under him. The bed groaned, the wood frame protesting, his cock drilling her so deep it felt like he was striking deeper inside her than her body should allow.

  Did some other part of him turn into a tentacle inside her? She didn’t know, and at this point, drowning in bliss, she didn’t care. It was sheer, utter pleasure.

  “You… if you…” He moaned, panting between his bruising kisses. “Weren’t you… You’d be a dead man for all… this.”

  “Hah! I know.” Marshall grinned against her lips, watching her face twist with heat. “I guess you couldn’t repel my charm.”

  "Madness, actually—eeeeeh!" she squealed when he rammed up into her, stealing her breath.

  “Thanks for the… compliment! Ah!” he groaned, arching his spine so he could bury his face in her breasts.

  He tched onto one, suckling hungrily, his palms rounding and kneading the magnificent swells as though they were his to mold. Her flesh spilling between his rough fingers. Every inch of her was divine, pale, smooth skin stretched over impossible beauty.

  To him, she was more of a sex goddess than Aphrodite, who herself was a gaudy blonde slut compared to this dark queen. He carried herself with dignity, even now, as her curving hips squirmed beneath his relentless thrusts.

  Pp! Pp!

  Creak! Creak!

  Her slender legs cmped tighter around his back as his meat rod rutted up into her snug depths.

  Marshall lifted his head, breaking their messy kiss, staring into her eyes just as her walls started to flutter around him, milking, warning him. Every nerve ending in his cock was humming, balls tightening.

  “He…” he grunted, breath ragged. “Should we have another child? I was hoping for a daughter this tim—”

  "Shh…" He pressed her fingertip on his lips. "I would cherish having a daughter. Helvar holds too much of you in his nature."

  Marshall chuckled, eyes wild with delight. Then he crashed his lips back onto hers, his tongue sweeping inside. His hips pistoned harder, deeper, smming her down into the groaning bedframe. With every thrust, he lifted her inches off the bedding only to smash her soft flesh under his weight again.

  Pp! Pp! Pp!

  He clung to him, arms tight around his neck, as if afraid he might vanish.

  “Oh, oh, ohhh… Yes-ssshhh~” she moaned into the kiss, broken by shuddering need.

  Marshall’s guttural grunts mixed with her whimpers, their mouths glued together.

  Their bodies convulsed, locked together, grinding and smming through the waves of bliss. Her divine walls squeezed him mercilessly, drawing every drop, while his cock erupted like a geyser inside her.

  Hot seed bsted deep, spurt after endless spurt, gushing so thick it overflowed around his shaft. The mess was obscene. Cream squelched and sloshed out around his cock with every rutting thrust, mixing with her own gush until it dripped down in white froth.

  Squelch! Schlk! Splurt!

  He’s eyes widened, her body trembling under the sheer volume pouring into her. She had never felt so impossibly full, her belly fluttering as his heat kept flooding her. For a flicker of a moment, she wondered how she had gone from conquering the cosmos to lying here, stuffed and bred by this mad, immortal man.

  And yet, her heart offered no compints. He was perfect for her.

  Their lips never parted, both moaning into each other’s mouths, eyes shut, bodies burning in the sticky afterglow.

  “That was… deadly,” Marshall rasped with a crooked grin as his cock finally softened and slid free, leaving her cunt a dripping mess. He rolled onto his back and dragged her against his chest, his arm pulling her close. “I get to name her.”

  He rolled her eyes, her face warm against his jaw. "As long as it's not a mockery of a name."

  "Come on, He. I ain’t that batshit. I'll pick a cute name for our daughter. Soft, so when she guts someone, they’ll choke on the irony." Marshall fondly imagined the future.

  "Helvar is the same. He may look harmless, but when he speaks, his madness cuts deeper than yours. I love him, but keeping him steady grows harder with each day. You should guide him. He’s drifting away from reality, blind to the world and the price of his choices."

  Hearing He be so serious, Marshall agreed right away.

  Knock! Knock!

  "Dammit, who the fuck is it now? Wrong fucking timing!" Marshall annoyedly groaned and jumped out of bed. He didn't bother to cover himself and just opened the door angrily. "What?"

  "Ah…" Rose O'Hara yelped, the girl who had come to Dinosia with Logan. "F-First Man… A-A letter came…"

  Rose gulped, extending the letter, but her gaze was frozen on the god's manhood, coated in an unhealthy amount of white stuff. Even the scent was so potent.

  But Marshall didn't even look at her face, grabbed the letter, and shut the door. He jumped back into the bed, under the quilt, pulling He back in his arms. Then he opened the letter. It was from Azul.

  [Father, I found this rather peculiar man. He is a genius in mathematics, but he cims his knowledge is given to him by the gods. He cims that he receives the formus in visions. I was curious if you taught him. I have attached the material.]

  Marshall turned the page and looked at the formus. A deep frown marred his face.

  "What the fuck is this demonic shit? Did they mash bugs on paper and sent it to me?"

  In the end, Marshall threw the page away. It was nonsense to him. Math was for nerds.

  He only knew and needed one w.

  His goddamn fist.

  ####

  Not many knew, but there was a bar inside the First Man's temple. It was, after all, the home of the First Man. It was also the pce where most of the people Marshall collected over the years gathered to drink.

  "Fuck this shit." Helvar cursed, old enough to be called an old man, yet possessing the body of a teenager. "Uncle Marty, that smug pile of goat shit thinks he's clever? Oh sure, he can stack bottles till the floor looks like a gss graveyard. Big bloody deal. I’m still growing, I can’t drink a damn river yet."

  "Grawwrfff."

  "Exactly! Dad bottoms out every bottle. I'll drown that bastard in beer next time. Anyhow, I'm off to Japan, you tagging along? Their Emperor is a real bitch, gets me whatever I ask for. Even oinked like a hog when I ordered him."

  Marty frowned, his big T-Rex head looking at the young man. "Ruff?"

  "Oh, don't tell Mother. I sometimes sneak out. I can fly too, big whoop. But tell me, why the hell does Dad keep plowing half the pnet? I don’t get it. Though, credit where credit’s due, that alien Ajak? Yeah, she’s packing some serious gifts. Shame no handy copy of her lying around."

  "..."

  Marty could smell it. The damn madness reeking from Helvar. The same one that was in Marshall. However, there was a difference. Marshall's madness was curious, fun, and nonchant. But Helvar's felt… dangerous, unrestrained.

  "Growl rwaruff."

  "Rex, Uncle Marty. I know my crap. Just fooling about, strangling boredom. It's not like I'm kicking kittens or anything."

  But Marty didn't stop looking at the kid. Even when Helvar left, Marty kept staring at that empty seat. He'd lived with Marshall the most, and he'd seen the signs. Marshall never felt scary, no matter what. But Helvar… he felt scared for a moment there.

  "Yup, he's gone off the rails."

  Marty's head turned to look at the wild man with a wolf-like beard at the bar.

  "What? Don’t give me that look. Saw the punk at the university a couple of days ago, beating the students bloody. He wanted to sit in that spaceship First Man hauled in. They told him no, so he dropped them, climbed in anyway, and tried flying it. Broke a few parts while he was at it."

  Marty frowned and quickly got up. As the temple was made for his size, he easily passed a few halls, lobbies, and found Marshall at the indoor pool, swimming with He, Raven, Morgan Le Fay, and Selene. They were all clothed, at least.

  "There you are! Jump in, Marty!"

  Marty shook his head and growled endlessly, letting out all his worries and doubts, and what he'd heard from Logan just now. Only Marshall and He understood him, so they were the first to frown and get out of the pool.

  "He beat the students?" Marshall snarled. "That brat! Even I don’t screw with their learning. Where is he?"

  "Ruff~"

  "Japan? Alright."

  "Marshall, wait."

  "No, He. You crack the whip on him, and it’s still useless. What he really needs is a skull-rattling smack to remind him he’s mortal. He walks around like he can’t die just ‘cause he’s got my blood pumping in him."

  "No. I meant you should bring him here before deciding his punishment," He said evenly. "It would be unwise to make yourself a spectacle before a crowd."

  "Oh, I wasn’t about to kick his ass here on earth."

  ####

  Pacific Ocean,

  "Ummh… hmm-hm~" Helvar hummed a tune to himself as he flew across the ocean, not a single care in the world. "What should I do this time? Ah, let's get him to present every food known to his country. Hah, if I don't like something, I'll get him to sp himself."

  Spsh!

  Bam!

  "You'll do what?!"

  Out of nowhere, Marshall came from the ocean below, grabbed Helvar's colr, and pulled him along towards the sky.

  "Dad?!"

  "Son."

  Wooosh!

  Marshall kept flying vertically up, passing many yers of atmosphere in seconds before finally pushing towards dark space.

  "Is it fun to torment them? Is it fun to beat them? Just because you're bored?" Marshall questioned him.

  Helvar's eyes widened. "I… Y-You do it too!"

  "No, I don't beat students senseless. I don't set an emperor to grunt like a pig! Yeah, if someone curses you? End them. If someone plots to betray you? End them. If someone damages Dinosia's pns? End them! Still, I don't go about wrecking people for sport."

  Helvar frowned and tried to push Marshall's grip off his colr. "But we're gods, aren't we?"

  Marshall's eyes became cold, his disappointment so visible that Helvar shrank his neck.

  "Gods? Gods my fucking ass. You don’t even know what the word means, do you? They spped the title on me ‘cause nobody could put me down. They begged me into divinity ‘cause I handed them fire, made them pnt seeds instead of chewing bark, and taught them how to stop crawling on their bellies. But I’m no god. I’m just a freak who hits too hard. If that makes me a god, then light a candle and kiss it. But you, what the fuck are you? You think you’re strong? Strong enough to head to space in that ship? Then fine, let’s fucking see."

  Woosh!

  Helvar, on the verge of tears, felt the air change. As they entered the real dark, deep space, he couldn't even breathe. His face turned pale, his eyes big and wide. He felt cold, very cold.

  "Can't breathe, can you? Pathetic! Truly a god? Are you sure, little brat?" Marshall sneered at his son's face. "You are nothing but a marginally tougher meatbag. Even true Asgardian children are stronger than you. Out there in the dark, a billion savages could kick your skull and grind it into bloody pulp. To them, you're no different from those students—an insect!"

  "S-Sorry…"

  Marshall sternly nodded and covered his son in his telekinetic shield, finally letting him breathe.

  "Do you know how much you made He lose her goddamn patience? She barely ever opens her mouth to whine, but you cranked her nerves so hard she begged me to babysit your sorry ass. She’s scared you’ll trip down the same bloody road she crawled on." Marshall took a slightly softer tone while they flew down to earth again.

  "Humans? Weak little gss dolls. You don’t owe them jack. But you don’t get to smash them around for fun like they’re wind-up toys either. You are… Helvar, eating yourself alive. You’re a mammoth stomping through an ant farm. Your swollen pride, your bloated ego, it’s shoving your brain into a fog of your own bullshit."

  Finally, tears slid down Helvar's face. "I'm sorry, Dad."

  "As long as your thick skull knows you screwed up, fine, I’ll take your damn apology. But you’re gonna drag your sorry ass to those students you pounded, buy them something shiny, grip their hands like a decent human, and admit you were acting like a rabid donkey."

  "A-and the emperor?"

  "Ah, fuck that guy, he really is a bitch." Marshall shrugged. "Anyway, I’m chucking your sorry ass to Asgard tomorrow. You’ll find beefy bastards there who can actually swing at you without crying. You’ll train with them."

  "You mean, Uncle Thor?"

  "The shampoo ad? Yeah, he can train you. Only damn thing he’s got going are bulging biceps and shiny hair."

  Finally, as Helvar calmed down, he started to look around while asking random questions. Like how Marshall could breathe in space. How could he fly that fast and high? How he was so invincible. Marshall told him everything other than the st one. He really didn't know how he became so strong.

  "Ah! Dad! Look there, that ship's sinking!"

  It was night, and they had seemingly flown down to a random pce on Earth. The air was cold, and the sea below had some fog. In the middle of it, there was a massive steel ship, cracked apart in two pieces from the middle. He noticed four boiler exhausts on that ship. It really was massive.

  "Oh!"

  Something suddenly hit Marshall's brain, like an old memory reignited. From the sky, he looked at the various floating rafts and debris. A lot of people were swimming, screaming in the freezing cold water.

  "Build a big-ass raft out of that floating lumber with your telekinesis and fling those soggy bastards onto it." Marshall released his son so he could fly on his own. "About time you earned yourself some angelic name or something."

  "Got it, Dad!"

  Helvar flew away quickly to get the job done. The moonlight was plenty, thankfully.

  Meanwhile, Marshall flew around the ship and quickly found what he was looking for. He hovered low and approached the rge wooden pnk on which a single woman was lying. Meanwhile, a young man swam in the water, just his head out on that pnk. They were crying and kissing.

  "Oh, Jack—"

  "Shut the fuck up, you sag-titted bitch!" Marshall snarled out of nowhere. He had no idea why his guts boiled in anger, but it spewed out. "Blubbering over a shitty one-night stand you fucked because you were bored, who conveniently dies so you can marry some other loser with deep pockets. Only for you to grow old and cry for 'Oh Jack, my savior', my wrinkled ass misses you—Move the fuck over, hag! There's enough space!"

  Marshall grabbed the young boy and pced him on the pnk. Yes, the pnk still floated on the water just fine.

  "See! It ain’t sorcery! I goddamn know you plotted his murder to hide that syphilitic Cleopatra pussy of yours!"

  "..."

  There was silence for a while, broken by someone using a whistle in the distance.

  "Ugh... the hell am I pissed for?" Marshall frowned suddenly and floated away. "Jesus, my brain's fucked up. Whatever. Sit tight on the raft. My kid’ll haul you out."

  "..."

  The two young one-night stand lovers stared at the floating god. Though the seed of doubt did rise in the boy's mind.

  In mere moments, Helvar lifted the two lovers and threw them on the much rger raft. The raft was already covered with dozens of people. Later, Marshall helped to find the people who had drifted a little too far.

  "No! Let me die!"

  "..."

  However, to Marshall and Helvar's surprise, there was one Japanese man they had saved, who tried to jump into the water again, but the people held him.

  "W-What's wrong with him, Dad?"

  Marshall scratched his jaw, humming. "Probably wants to commit sudoku or something. Folks in Japan do that a lot. Or maybe he's got a screw loose… more than us."

  In the end, Marshall shrugged as the people knocked out the poor Japanese man to save his life.

  He flew away with Helvar after making sure nobody was left floating. They didn't bother to check the sunken ship; it was too much work. But counting the number of people on that massive raft, there were hundreds they had saved.

  "Dad…"

  "What?"

  "I feel… amazing! When they thanked me, it felt like… I mattered and…"

  Marshall rolled his eyes. "Alright, that's good. But don't go all Superman on me now."

  "Superman? Who’s that?"

  "How the fuck would I know?"

  "..."

  "But you said it, Dad."

  Marshall shrugged. "Kid, half the shit that comes out of my mouth is questionable. Try living a hundred million years, you’ll be leaking nonsense too."

  Helvar sighed, nodding. He stared at his father as they both flew home. He honestly looked up to him, but at the same time… felt confused. He had a father. Marty was an egg. Thor was a baby. But he had no clue about his father's origin. Was he ever a baby?

  He asked his mother before, but even she had no clue. He'd once asked his grandpa Odin as well, but even the old man had no clue. The best answer he got was that he just happened.

  It made no sense. How could something just happen without an origin?

  "Stop thinking that deep, kid."

  "Huh? Dad! You were reading my mind?!"

  "You make it too damn easy, so of course I would!"

  BOOM!

  The father and son halted all of a sudden. They were just off the coast of Dinosia when that boom resounded.

  BOOM!

  Then it echoed again.

  "Someone's fighting." Marshall fumed and flew as fast as he could towards the origin. "Head home, Helvar!"

  Wooosh!

  He broke the sound barrier and appeared at the battlegrounds in the blink of an eye. Thought it was a battlespace since the two fighters were flying in the air.

  "He!?" Marshall saw He floating in the air, her entire battlesuit conjured on her body.

  The other woman was dressed in golden armor, a golden winged helmet, with long red hair and red markings around her eyes. She held a sword in her hands. Though she was barely dressed, other than a golden armor-like bra, elbow-length gauntlets, small panties, and thigh-length golden boots, nothing covered her body.

  Boom!

  The two women were meeting each other to csh their bdes, producing a loud noise.

  Marshall moved with a snap, getting between them right before they could strike again. He grabbed both their bdes with his bare hands and kept them frozen in one spot.

  "What the hell's going on?" He asked He. "Who is she?"

  "My sister… I believe!"

  "Sister? This redhead?" Marshall stared at the red-haired, fiery woman, just as tall as him, her body rather slim despite her breasts being so full.

  "Are you… The First Man?" the woman asked, gritting her teeth as she failed to pull her sword from the man's grip.

  "Who's asking?"

  "I'm Ange, from Heven… You must…" She never stopped fighting Marshall's grip. "You must… act! Heven is going to invade Midgard!"

  "Why?"

  "There is little time! M-Malekith pns a War of the Realms! You must act!"

  "Milk-teeth? Who's that?"

  "..."

  Ange frowned, shocked by the ck of concern the man showed. She looked at He for help but found herself even more speechless. Instead of annoyance, she saw fondness in He's gaze as she looked at the First Man.

  "H-He's a Dark Elf, he's e—"

  "Dark Elf? The hell is that? Woman, I ain’t here to get stamped as some cosmic racist jackass. I don't hurt bck people… not since I let them settle in my Mammoth farm."

  "..."

  Ange frowned, her eyes wide in pure helplessness.

  Shhhhh~

  And just then, a massive portal appeared not far from them. It looked like a bifrost beam, but it was dark in color.

  "Damn it!" Ange cursed.

  From that portal, a small army of women appeared, all of them with wings. At the front was a tall, brown haired woman in red and gold armor, matching Ange's.

  "So you're here, Ange?" the leading woman smugly voiced, confidence brimming.

  "Q-Queen… of Angels!" Ange shouted to alert the rest. Thankfully, she felt her sword become loose. Though what happened next was more absurd. "Don't!"

  To her shock, the First Man went floating towards the Queen of Angels.

  "Stop! He, stop him!" Ange shouted, but only received a shrug from the Goddess of Death. "He'll d—"

  "Goddamn!"

  Ange froze at the First Man's words.

  "Queen of Angels? Fuck that, Queen of titanic fuck-pillow milk wagons is more like it! Look at 'em! Sweet hell, I’d drown happy in that cleavage swamp! Um-hmm!"

  "..."

  "Jesus Christ, you could smother a whole vilge with that rack and I’d still say thank you!"

  No, it wasn't just Ange.

  Even the Queen of Angels froze.

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