Ever since I was young people would make fun of me having really old parents, my parents had me when they were in their fifties and by the time I was 25 they were both dead.
But either way I loved them, they treated me well and gave me everything I needed. They supported me in my darkest times and now that I know there was definitely an afterlife I hope that I'll maybe able to see them once I reach the full strength of my Template.
"Hey Calypso, have you ever tried getting off this island?"
We were both at the beach on Hammock I made, with my abilities I could actually create anything I wanted as long as it wasn't too complicated and everything I needed was present near me.
I tried making a square camera before and that ended with me passing out after making the hard exterior with iron.
"That's a stupid question my love..." She said not even missing a beat, ever since our dinner a week ago she started calling me things like " My Love" "Dearest" "Husband".
She was honestly really committed.
"Mhm."
I didn't reply to her but instead I looked to the side as a small panel appeared infront of me.
[9%]
Despite how long I've been here I couldn't even get to 10%, it was as it I was missing something important. I didn't know what it was but ever singed I reached 9% my back had began to itch like crazy.
"I've been thinking of trying to find a way out of the island, with you with me of course."
I could see how mid sentence she had panicked in her eyes thinking that I wanted to leave her behind, but after hearing the rest she calmed down and had a thoughtful look in her eyes.
"I've tried many ways to escape the Island, I tried making the strongest boat I could make and it was destroyed by a wave, I tried flying with wings I created from leaves I commanded and I was struck down by lightning. I even tried swimming but for some reason I would always end up back on the island..."
I could hear the pain in her voice, I honestly felt bad for her. I know I wasn't bound to the island like her since I wasn't the one who sided with the Titans.
But I've began to see her as a best friend, I didn't know if it was Stockholm syndrome or It was really just pity for her.
"What if I were to get off the island and-" Before I could even finish my words she grabbed my hand tightly and shouted.
"No!, don't leave me behind!" I could practically see her on the verge of tears, note to self don't mention anything about leaving without her.
'I could try Enochian Magic, but at my current template Level I only know how to empower myself not break curses placed by gods...'
I had a rough idea of how I could get her out of the island, but that required the system and no matter what I said the system wouldn't respond and instead show me the same panel over and over again.
[Insufficient Template Level to Unlock System Feature]
"Alright I won't say anything further, let's go back home and prepare for lunch." I said making her let go of my arm with a simple tug.
"Mhm..." She replied getting off the Hammock at the same time as me.
{Nephilims Odyssey}
"So what's on the table this time my love~"
"I made something my people would call a pie and something called a Milkshake." I said placing a plate with a slice of pie and a cup filled with a strawberry milkshake inside both made of crude glass I created with my powers.
I could easily heat my hands to the point that I could crystalize sand with the help of my powers.
"Milk?, as far as I know there are no cows on the island." She said looking at the things I placed Infront of her on top of our wooden table, ever since I got a handle on my powers her shack transformed to a small medieval house like something I would make in Minecraft.
"Well it's technically made with oat milk." I replied as I sat across her on my own chair.
"Milk from oats?" She curiously took a sip from the straw I made from bamboo and suddenly her eyes widened.
"This taste...amazing!"
I could only smile at her childish response, ever since I could produce flames from my palms I could also produce a cold wave of frost that I could control to make ice. I've been using this to make all sorts of stuff but this was the first time Calypso had ever tasted ice cream since it took me awhile to make enough Oatmilk and Sugar to make it.
And even so I couldn't exactly get it to make a solid shape to even consider it as a solid ice cream, but it was enough to make a milkshake.
I watched her enjoy both the pie and milkshake with a smile and Lunch passed quietly for a while.
The pie had turned out better than I expected crust golden and crumbly, the inside filled with mashed fruit sweetened just enough to be palatable. Calypso ste hers with wide eyes, swinging her legs under the table like a kid.
I sipped the milkshake slowly, watching her. The house creaked gently with the sea breeze, the windchimes outside clinking in a lazy rhythm. It felt peaceful.
Then I saw it.
A flicker of movement through the window.
A bird.
Not a gull or a sparrow something else. It had feathers like polished silver, wings spread wide as it glided across the horizon. The moment it passed our window, something in my body snapped.
It started as a prickling in my back. Then heat. Then pain.
Like needles were threading through muscle and bone.
"Ah!" I winced and grabbed the edge of the table.
"Julius?" Calypso immediately stood up, her plate forgotten as she rushed to my side.
"What's wrong?"
"I-my back!"
I tried to stand but staggered. The itching turned to burning, then to pressure like something was clawing its way out of me.
Then it happened.
FWUMP—CRACK!
My top split down the middle as two massive wings burst from my back. White feathers, half-formed and still slick with something like glowing mist, flared out and sent dishes clattering from the table. My body heaved forward, breath shallow, arms trembling.
Calypso stared eyes wide.
"...Wings," she whispered.
I dropped to my knees, panting. The pain was fading, but my entire body still felt like it had been hit by lightning.
The system panel blinked into view in front of my eyes.
[Template Level: 10% Reached]
[Skill Unlocked: Flight - Seraph Form (Dormant)]
[New Trait: Partial Manifestation Celestial Bloodline Confirmed]
My vision swam as I read the glowing text. My wings twitched, adjusting, settling into place like they had always been there.
Calypso slowly stepped forward and reached out. Her hand hovered above one wing before gently brushing the soft, glowing feathers.
"What in the world...." I could hear the curiousity in her voice.
'What kind of bird was that!?'
I 100% knew it wasn't a normal bird, I've seen tons of birds fly-by our home but it was the first time I've ever seen a bird that beautiful. It radiated a golden light that I resonated with it was almost like.....
"The sun..." I muttered confusing the worried Calypso who had her hands on my back healing the wounds that came after my wings sprouted out.
Shit I think the gods noticed me.
'Then again I was with Calypso, their literal personal prisoner...'
But what the hell was this!?, Jack had wings but they were made of light. Sure in the show it was because of budget reasons but then I thought of another show that she angels and gods.
The series Lucifer.
"Julius, explain!"
{Nephilims Odyssey}
"So you come from another realm ruled by another god?"
I sat beside Calypso with my wings still out, I had no idea how to retract but as we sat I told her of my 'Origin' of how I come from another realm ruled by another god.
I told her how I didn't want to tell her the truth as we had just met before but not I could trust her, I told her simple bible stuff and Supernatural stuff and that I was the child of an Archangel a powerful being that were essentially like the God's in this world and my Grandfather who called himself Chuck was essentially like a Titan as he gave birth to his children and the world.
I tried to explain everything to her so it would make sense but I had barely gotten her to understand any of it, but in the end she didn't care about my origin she was more worried about my health.
"So...do you have wings now?" She asked still caressing the my wings.
"I think I could possibly retract them, I just don't know how to..." I didn't know how Angels retracted their wings, hell even after reaching 10% I wasn't given the knowledge to do so.
"It doesn't matter, even if your head becomes that of an Eagle I would still love you." She said jokingly, but knowing what world we're in I'm honestly afraid that some God would cursed me to exactly become like that.
Meanwhile somewhere on Mount Olympus.
Far above the mortal realm, where clouds coiled like silk and golden halls shimmered in the eternal light of divinity, the gods feasted.
Music flowed lyres strumming harmonies no mortal hand could ever match, flutes singing the breath of wild places. Nymphs danced on polished marble, their laughter echoing through the halls. Ambrosia overflowed from goblets of carved crystal, dripping down tables crowded with roasted boar, pomegranate wine, honeyed olives, and meats sizzling in the very air.
Dionysus was already red faced and laughing, sprawled out like a lazy cat in his vine-wrapped chair. Aphrodite lounged nearby, lazily feeding grapes to Ares, who clearly enjoyed the attention. Hermes cup in hand moved across the room, whispering half-truths and riddles for the thrill of it.
But one god did not partake in the feast.
Apollo stood apart, just beyond the rows of columns that lined the edge of Olympus' grand terrace. The breeze on his golden robes, his radiant hair stirred by the wind, and his eyes that had witnessed time fold and twist remained locked on a distant patch of sea.
Where a cursed island hid a girl… and now a boy.
Or something far more than a boy, but he didn't know what he was.
His hand rested lightly on the railing, golden fingers drumming against the marble. His expression was unreadable. Not joy, not rage, not concern. Just… thought.
Below him, the island gleamed like a forgotten gem and within it, that flicker of power. That surge. That light.
"I gave you a gift," Apollo muttered under his breath, voice low as a whisper but heavy as prophecy. "A whisper carried on wings… but not even I expected you to awaken this soon."
Behind him, a satyr stumbled past laughing with a pair of dryads, completely unaware of the storm quietly brewing in a god's mind.
The god of light narrowed his gaze. He had seen many heroes rise and fall Achilles, Theseus, Heracles, even Orpheus. Some defied the gods, some worshiped them, others were twisted by fate. And yet, none of them radiated that kind of light. The light that dared to rival Olympus itself.
"Would he be another great hero… or someone that would be a headache to the gods?"
Apollo exhaled slowly.
"You shine too bright for someone so young, Julius. Even I cannot tell if you are a blade... or a spark. But one thing's certain."
He stepped away from the edge, letting the laughter and music wash over him again.
"...Zeus won't ignore you for long."
And somewhere, just below the clouds, a silver-feathered bird circled the sea again. Watching. Waiting. Glowing with the warmth of the sun.
Apollo took note that the Light Julius radiated was similar to himself, he couldn't help but wonder that if he was a son of his.