1 Rude God named Andon

In one of the best bars in the City of New York in 2010, Jack Conners was trying to get drunk to forget his experience in Iraq. When he downed his 10th drink he still saw the vision of his friends getting blown to bits in an IED explosion and there was nothing he could do about it.

The bartender looked at the dog tags around his neck and the 5 bands with the names of his dead friends and sighed. The bartender could not help, but think that this was thanks to their veterans. He poured another drink and placed it in front of Jack.

"On the house."

Jack looked up and nodded. "Thank you."

He grabbed the glass and gulped the drink down his gullet and he sighed. He looked at the armbands and thought about his friends. All of them were young guys who enlisted after the 9/11 bombings as they felt it was their duty as Americans. However, all it got them was his friend dead and he was stuck with PTSD.

The bartender sighed and got a glass of water. "I assume you are a soldier from your dog tags and the armbands. So care to talk about it?"

Jack nodded as he did not have any living family and his friends were dead.

"Well, where do I start. My name is Jack Conners and I served in Afghanistan after the 9/11 bombings along with my friends. After we went through training and were deployed for our second tour my friends and company were blown to bits in an IED explosion."

The bartender nodded. "Well, I lost my son in the 9/11 bombings, and even if you feel it was all for nothing I wanted to say thank you for your service. I know my son would be thankful to you and your friends."

Hearing that made Jack feel just a bit of relief. He paid for his drink and left a one hundred dollar tip. The bartender looked at the 100 dollar bill and was going to return it, but he saw that Jack would not take it back.

The man sighed. "Well, I will take it. My name is Samual. If you ever want to talk you can always do it over a drink here."

Jack shook the man's hand and began to leave toward his home. He had a car, but the bar was just a 3-minute walk from his home so he had no reason to take it. As he stumbled home in his drunken stupor he thought he saw a little kid walking out at night. He checked his watch and saw that it was already 3 am and that was super weird.

"Hey, kid, What you doing out so late?"

The kid looked at him confused and walked up to him. The kid walked around him and circled as if he was checking him out. Jack felt it was super weird and shook his head as the alcohol was making it hard to think.

"What are you doing kid? Where do you live?"

The kid smiled. "You can see me?"

Jack just rolled his eyes. "No shit. What about it?"

The kid just laughed. "Well, you're not supposed to see a god as easily as you did."

Jack just facepalmed. "Are you crazy? Look I am too drunk to care so just go home."

Jack began to walk away, but the weird kid kept up with him with a big grin.

"So you don't believe me. Well, most humans would not believe me or be able to see me, but you can. I like you and it seems you will be interesting."

The kid grabbed his arm and in a bright flash of light Jack and the kid appeared in a strange black void with two chairs. Jack and the kid who was no longer a kid, but a middle-aged man in a business suit. Jack was also no longer drunk out of his mind, but he was even more freaked out.

The guy in the suit nodded as was expected.

"Well, that is common. Well, I am what you would call an old God. I am as old as the Biblical God and just as strong, but I am more of what you would call a god who lived for his entertainment, and I have chosen you as my next show, named Andon by the way."

Jack felt his mind go blank for a second and he shook his head. "I must be so drunk that I am dreaming I am talking to a god. Well, let me humor you. What makes you think I would entertain you?"

"Because I can give you what you want. You do this for me and your friends to come back to life. Of course, you will not see them ever again, but I can show you they are alive."

Jack's eyes twitched at that and he sighed. "Why would a god like you need entertainment? What can a broken soldier like me do that is so fun to watch."

Andon just smiled. "Well I can watch many realms and the acts of many people all throughout the realms, but I am still just one god. I am not omnipotent as no being is truly omnipotent as everything has a limit. However how high can that limit go is the question."

Jack sighed. "So what do you want? How can I entertain you?"

Andon smirked and leaned closer. "What do you think of werewolves?"

When Jack heard that he was confused for a second before he realized what the god wanted.

"You are not going to turn me into a werewolf. They have so many weaknesses from what I know and that would be stupid. Never mind, I refuse, just wipe me out. I will not do it."

Andon smirked. "Too late. Now let's see how many werewolf powers can I fit in you."

Jack wanted to get up or even run, but what use would it be. He was talking to a god who claimed to be just as strong as the Biblical God and even if he was not religious that must mean very strong.

Andon took a few minutes going through the works of fiction and reality to see what he could use. Soon a very black drop of blood appeared in his hands, it was soon joined by a red one, a silver, and a blue one.

Jack stared at the mixed-blood drop and felt it was full of power. Even if he did not want to be a werewolf it seemed this would be not so bad just from what his basic instincts were telling him.

Andon smiled. "See this, this is the DNA of the strongest werewolves and wolves I could find. Mix-matched blood of Fenrir, Demon Werewolf, Primordial, and the Big Bad wolf. If you want to know more about where they came from I will tell you later. So interested?"

Jack stared at the blood and the longer he looked at it the more his mind screamed at him to say yes. The call to say yes was so loud that he just nodded. When Andon saw the green light his calm look was replaced by one like if a poor man won the big lottery.

He pointed at Jack and the blood entered his mouth and when he felt the blood begin to change his body he felt so much power in his body that he wanted to howl in joy. Andon smiled at that as he felt this would be very interesting, but knowing where he was going to send Jack was the real kicker.

"Now I will let you find out what you gained from this, but for now you can go now."

A single snap of the fingers and the next thing Jack knew he was standing in the middle of an open field in the middle of the night with a full moon in the sky. He looked all around and he could smell, hear and see far better than he could ever have as a normal human.

He began to check out his body to see what was different and found that he still had his buzz cut, but he noticed that his hands were larger than his old hands and that he was taller than he used to be which was odd as he was already 6'3 when he was alive before and if he was not wrong he was easily 6'7 now.

"Where the hell am I?"

As if on queue his left pocket began to vibrate and he reached in and pulled out a phone he had never seen before.(iPhone 12) He saw that a small green icon was lit up and that the name Andon was on it. He clicked the green icon and he put the phone to his ear.

"Hey, wolf boy. How do you like the new body? Wait, don't thank me. All I will tell you is this mixed bloodline of yours is even better than I thought. No more vulnerability to silver and even if your head is destroyed you will live. Want to hear more?"

Jack sighed. "I think even if I say no you will still do it. Do I even get any help to find out how to use this power or whatever?"

Andon sighed. "No fun, anyway as I said you are immune to silver, you can probably lift about a hundred tons maybe more. You will grow stronger as you age and you can turn on command. The real kicker is that you will always be in control and not lose to your instincts."

Jack sighed as at least he was strong however why would he need to be that strong. Did that mean he was in a very dangerous world that needed him to be strong? If that was the case he might as well be screwed.

"Anyway Andon, where am I?"

Andon explained. " Well to answer your question you are in Texas 1832. Don't ask why I just spun a wheel and that is where and when it landed."

Jack thought back to his history class and remembered that the Texas war for Independence was from Oct 2, 1835 – Apr 21, 1836, so he was still about 3 years from the war. However, he had no intention of getting involved or maybe he should.

Jack calmed down. "Ok, I am a werewolf now. How the fuck will this be fun to watch. Also if you just want me to kill people don't count on it. I only kill when I need to or if they attack first."

Andon nodded. "Well who said you are the only special one. I just shoved you in the comics of Marvel. Have fun."

Next thing he knew Andon hung up and for a second Jack just stood there with a blank look as he was in deep thought. He looked at the phone and saw in the reflection that he was dressed in a skull-like outfit. (Cover Art minus eye patch.)

From what he knew this was like the punisher and he only hoped it would not rip when and if he turned. He looked at the phone and put it in his pocket while he looked for a place to sit. He saw just open grassland and sat down on the ground.

"Ok, the first thing is I need to get to New York and take a boat and leave for Britain, or anywhere really. The question is how do I get from Texas to New York?"

He just sat there thinking about it as he had no idea how to live in the 1800s. Why was he sent this far back and why in the middle of Texas. Could have at least left in New York or something along with the like.

He sighed and got up and took a deep breath and pulled out the phone and began to go through all the things he could find on it. He found that there was something called youtube and saw that there were lots of videos by Andon in order.

He clicked the first one and Andon waved. "I guess you found youtube and you're wondering what this is about. Well to be frank it is like a small tutorial on how to use your powers. I should at least do that right. Sit tight wolf boy."

Jack sighed and began to play the first video to see what he could do.