1 The Beginning of the Adventure to Become a God

It was a sunny day outside with leaves moving in the wind. Alexandar was a chill guy around 179cm or 69" tall if you will, with a very short buzz cut and a small goatee. He was wearing dark black polaroid sunglasses a blue adidas shirt and ripped dark blue jeans.

He was just relaxing on his porch, sitting down on a chair with his right foot on top of his left knee. There was a table next to him with an ashtray and a shot glass of some good stuff his grandpa made 8 years ago. That he had brought over the last time he visited him and grandma back home in Europe. Aside from the drink, he was smoking a Cuban cigar and listening to the sounds of nature, relaxing in life. Until it happened...

'Going back half an hour before the incident started.' Working in a weed shop selling that good old Ganja, another boring day passed for Alex. Thinking of what option to choose out of his two daily routines, the first one being make food, relax outside, enjoy a blunt with some music, play some MW be a little toxic go to bed. Or call somebody over to hang out with, and the rest of the process is pretty much the same. He went with option one in the end.

While walking back home and being lost in some unnecessary thoughts he reached the door of his house, which he got from a good friend for free. His friend was moving somewhere more tropical to say and he wanted to be able to come back to this house like a vacation home, but he thought it was a waste to leave it just like that for such a long time. So he just gave it to Alex and said whenever he comes back that Alex owes him a barbecue and a guest room as a vacation hotel. I was down for it and boom free house.

Opening the door he enters the familiarity that is the mess of the place because of the party that ended yesterday morning that he didn't clean up behind. Being a master-level procrastinator Alex decided to do it later which would probably drag on until it starts smelling morbidly bad to the point that it is not breathable. It is already quite bad though.

Walking through the mess to the backyard was quite a journey in itself as he had to evade puke mixed with alcohol all over the floor from the puke party tragedy which we are just gonna ignore. Going out successfully feeling like a survivor of war, having PTSD flashbacks from all the puke, he took in a deep breath of that good ol fresh outside air.

Exhaling slowly while sitting down on the comfy wooden chair he took out an acrylic black box. While opening the black box reminiscing of the first time having a cigar. Alex thought it was nasty at first, we all probably did, but they are addictive so we continued smoking them anyway.

Lighting the cigarette in his mouth, crossed his legs and started looking towards the sunny sky. Exhaling a cloud of smoke into the air, he grabbed the shot glass filled it all the way to the brim and downed it like a champ.

But right after taking the shot as if a switch had been flipped, the sky turned pitch black with no light no moon no stars. Nothing anywhere except the lights from his own house that he forgot to turn off, not being able to see anything except his backyard he started to freak the fuck out.

Still thinking rationally, he ran straight towards the house as if by survival instinct. He wanted to grab the WW2 beretta which he inherited from his father. Not even a few measly steps something froze him in his tracks as if time itself had stopped. If he couldn't move his eyes to look around he would have thought that time really did stop, well he probably wouldn't even know it happened. Trying to feel the rest of his body that had gone totally unresponsive, He heard a deep laugh behind him.

"HEHEHEHEHE." Hearing that laugh was the only thing he could do. He felt as if his eyes had hairs and all of those hairs stood up straightly with goosebumps all over them. He could feel that something was standing behind him. As the tension in the air grew stronger by the second Alexe's heart plummeted to the bottom of his soul from some unknown pressure. And suddenly he was back in his wooden chair sweating profusely as if he had just run a world record-breaking marathon.

"Ahhh What the Fuck ha, hah" Trying to calm himself down he felt that someone or something was standing right in front of him. Alex was trying his hardest not to look at it as it was giving lots of death flags. However, his curiosity got the better of him and he got the full view of the thing in just standing in front of me him.

How to describe it, well it looks humanoid, to say the least as in it has two arms two legs, and a bald head, but that is where it ends. As it has skin that is a mix of black and dark blue with blue veins moving through its skin in lightning patterns, standing at around 2 meters in height with a ripped physique and a couple of inches long claw-like nails coming out of its fingers.

As he was observing the creature and moving his eyes from bottom to top he got locked in its gaze, and again his body became unresponsive. But this time he could not even move his eyes as if they were petrified in the creature's gaze. Suddenly it opened its mouth to speak with its otherworldly deep voice that sounded like massive waves crashing into a huge cliff.

"Hmm, I thought you were going to get a heart attack when you started sweating so badly." He paused for a little bit before opening his mouth with those sharp teeth again. "Well, that doesn't matter as you are probably going to die anyway".