[A/N: Some characters in this chapter use racially abusive language. It is meant to portray their character only.]
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Logan, also dubbed as Wolverine by the First Man for some reason, had a new hobby. He cherished this new life and the people around him. He loved Rose, and she loved him back. And thanks to Lady Hela, Rose's aging had slowed enough that he could enjoy life with her at his own pace.
He truly feared losing Rose to age. Now, seeing his beautiful wife-to-be sit by a table and read books brought him peace.
"Come on, brother. Just one, alright? It's a damn beer, not a blood sacrifice."
Logan growled, cleaning the glass with a cloth as he manned the temple's terrace poolside bar. He mostly manned all the bars in the temple. It was mainly the First Man, his family, guests, and the priestesses using his free and willing service.
But he was barred from letting Helvar drink anything. Lady Hela was against it as she termed Helvar a teenager in Asgardian terms, despite the boy being nearly a century old.
"Sorry, bub. Not messin' with your mom. I've seen what she does to folks who cross her," Logan said, cleaning the glass without looking up.
"Fine, what the hell can I get then? There's gotta be something. I'm dying of thirst here."
Logan paused for a moment, thought about it, and then knelt down to the fridge under the countertop. "Here."
"..."
"It's a damn milk bottle! What do I look like to you? Some drooling infant?"
"Not just any milk, bub. It's mammoth milk."
"Ugh!" Helvar winced away from the bottle. "Why'd you have it?"
"To make Milk Punch."
"What? The hell's wrong with you? They taste fine with plain damn milk!"
"First Man brought it. Fine drink if you ask me. Your father's a genius."
"Ugh... Should've seen that coming. Dad's so twisted he'd tug milk out of a lizard with teeth."
"Given his age, I'd say he's already been there," Logan muttered, and noticed a tall, dark-haired woman approaching. "So when'd you ever touch milk punch?"
"..."
Helvar shot a gaze behind and saw Hela approaching.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Logan held back a chuckle and watched a century-old teenager run away to save his ass from his millennia-old mother. As weird as things were, he loved this new life. Sure, the First Man was batshit insane, but again, who wouldn't be after living that long?
"Hey, Wolfie, can I get something to drink?"
Logan looked up at the woman, who was also dark-haired and wearing an extremely revealing outfit called a bikini. He loved Rose, he really did, but hell, he couldn't help but take a look at Selene's jugs. "Sure."
In fact, the pool was far fuller that day with the addition of so many so-called angels. And really, each one of them was drop-dead gorgeous, especially in their bikinis and those wings. Listening to them laugh and play in the water was… every man's fantasy.
And really, with so many women around, he got to make more drinks, experiment more. Though he still loved his bourbon the most.
Wooosh!
And right then, he saw the First Man arrive from the sky. After the battle with the Queen of Angels, the man had disappeared for a few days. And now, he returned with yet another woman by his side. One he had to say was a beauty.
While this one had skin as pale as snow and hair the same color, he noticed a certain pattern. Dark lipstick, large tits, black leather attire. Clearly, the First Man had a type.
Oh?
Then he noticed Lady Hela reacted so strongly towards the woman. She had ended Helvar's pursuit abruptly, her eyes widened.
This is gonna be interesting.
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"M-My… My Lady!"
Thud!
Hela fell to one knee once she approached the woman beside Marshall. She dropped her head low in sheer reverence and submission.
"The hell's this, Hela? You praying or something? Get off your damn knees, she's a guest, not a damn queen."
Hela glared at her husband in all but name, as the man tried to pull her up.
"Peace, First Man. Hela remains one of my most devoted. It's been some time, Hela. I see you've found someone worthy of your fire."
Hela nodded, eyes full of reverence towards Lady Death, the true personification of death. "I have, Lady Death. We have a son and a daughter to be born soon."
"WHAT?! Holy flaming goat guts, Hela! Drag your mighty, gorgeous self over here!"
"..."
It was embarrassing to be called those names. But she knew better than most that Marshall's tongue had a mind of its own. Even as he kissed her right then and there, looking all happy.
She then focused back on Lady Death and glanced at Marshall. "Did you?"
"Yeah, I fucked her. She said she wants my spawn to see if it comes out swinging at gods."
"..."
Surprising herself, Hela felt delighted and proud of what Marshall had accomplished. Gaining Lady Death's attention was impossibly hard. And to attract her attention to a degree where she wishes to mate? Now that made Marshall likely the only man to do that.
"Good job." She patted Marshall's shoulder.
"Hah, I'll take that." Marshall barked a laugh and swaggered off to the bar, flapping a hand. "I told Death to stop by and show you a few tricks. Live it up."
Truly surprised by that, Hela looked back at Lady Death.
How many could claim they received personal teachings from Death itself? How many could even speak with her?
And yet here she was. Her man had made it all possible.
"So, what knowledge do you seek from the end itself?"
"I can choose?"
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1917, Atlantic Sea,
Jake Hera Adonis could trace his heritage all the way back to Aristotle. He was as purebred Dinosian as they come. Heck, his family had never married an outsider, and that made him completely Dinosian from every side.
But he changed that. While on his state-funded world tour as a leading geologist, he met a Spanish woman. He fell in love, and it appeared she did too. One thing led to another, and in his third year on tour, he had a son.
Approaching the age of thirty-five, he decided to return home and settle down. Although he knew Dinosia's policies barred men and women from entry if they married outside, and allowed only if they left their spouse, he didn't worry. After all, his wife was also a renowned botanist. Though she was nervous about taking the test at Dinosia's Talent Office in Paris.
She passed the test with the highest score, and in mere days, they were holding first-class tickets to a ship taking them to New York. Sadly, it wasn't a Dinosian ship, so they had to settle for the mediocre ships of other nations.
Not that his wife hated it.
She was thrilled to have received her interim Dinosian citizenship. Now, all she had to do was reach the legendary nation and enroll in the university as a faculty member or a researcher. In three years, she'd be a full citizen.
"I can't wait to see your home. You said you have Aristotle's writings?"
Jake smiled, an arm over her shoulder as they watched the horizon from the ship's deck. "And many more things. Most I handed to the museum. They were too precious and I couldn't maintain them myself. But I still have special access to them."
"That's amazing, Jake. I—"
All of a sudden, the entire ship violently shook, and a very subtle and muffled boom echoed from under the water.
Pang! Pang!
A loud bell started to ring nearby. The ship came to a sudden halt and…
"No!" Jake panicked. "The ship's sinking!"
"Alexio!" His wife remembered their son.
Jake saw his wife run into the ship's lobby to reach their room. Their son was sleeping in there. He followed right behind her, but then another thud echoed. The ship shook violently.
"No!"
When he arrived in the room, he found his wife on the floor not far from the cradle, blood oozing from her head, a red mark on the bed's wooden frame corner. He rushed to hold her, but she was unconscious.
"Sir, quick! Head for the lifeboats!"
The sailor shouted through the open door and ran away to warn others.
Jake tried his best. He lifted his son from the cradle, placed him on his wife's chest, and then tried to lift both of them together in his arms. But he knew he wasn't built for physical work. Yet he found the strength to do it.
He walked, even if his legs wobbled. Tears rolled down his face when he noticed water already entering the lobby. They were on higher floors, and if water had reached them, it meant the ship was sinking extremely fast.
"No, no, no…"
He groaned, pouring out every ounce of strength in him. He hoped to reach that last door leading to the deck.
That was when the ship tilted against his wishes. Reaching that door became an uphill battle. With every second, that battle turned impossible.
Splash!
When he fell into the water, it had no bottom. He drowned instantly.
Burning tears in his eyes, he knew he couldn't save them both. Crushed, broken, he only held his son and swam up. But it was futile as there was no way up. The ship fully sank, and water started falling in from the top, from that open door.
And he… just sandwiched there in the water.
From dreams to death, in mere moments, a bright mind faded.
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