Supernatural: Dimensional Adventure Group Chat (Multiverse)

"5 pm already huh..., I feel kinda old right now, but Echidna sure has a way with words doesn't she Alien X?"

Alien X: ~~~~~~~~~~

"Ya ya dude I got that already, focus on your hunt, but that Shadow Viking Bastard keeps trolling me, dude. He showed up before me like last month showing off his body inside the mirror as he laughed at me, dude..."

Alien X: ~~~~~~

"Who's side are you even on in the first place, and what do you mean you're stuck like this buddy!"

Alien X: ~~~~

"Yes, I won't forget about the bet with using the axe only, ok. Get off my back already dude, won't you have like a million kids since your wife is a spider, just think of all that child support man."

Alien X: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I glanced at the doll in astonishment at its expanse list of insults it would throw at me 24/7, but Alien X seemed to have gotten a wife around the time I met Echidna. It was a white spider doll by the name of Arachneras Rachnee, the white spider stuffed doll was one of the first gifts Echidna had ever given me during this time. She had told me to keep it on me at all times, and one thing led to another for Alien X getting married to the spider under my watch. I even had to show up for their wedding as a makeshift priest to give it my blessing.

I kept walking around the park casually trying to find the trail of my latest hunting trip. I wouldn't call all this walking much of an issue with all the muscle potions I took from Mom, but thinking of her news last week was utterly devastating.

. . .

"Son, I need to tell you something important alright..." My mom said as she pulled me down to the coach to talk to me on one as she had a frown on her face.

"What is it mom, are you thinking what I think you are going to say, Mom? " I felt Mom was just going to tell me I had to increase the potency from the muscle potions once again so I could keep up with my training, but it seemed fate had other plans.

"Lucas, my lovely baby boy, you are our pride and joy, son." My Mom was acting strange with all these compliments she was suddenly giving me, but this wasn't a good look... She kept on continuing to say in multiple different ways how much she loved and accepted me and that my father wasn't against these changes, and you just had to be yourself among other topics.

"Mom, just say it already for Merlin's sake. What in King Solomon's name is so bad that you have to butter me up like this to possibly prepare me for anyway?" I asked getting a little impatient with Mom trying to dance around her words whenever she has bad new to tell me.

"Fine, sweetie I was trying to make it easier so you'll brace yourself for this, but your dreams of looking like your father look to be impossible if my tests are correct.... The potions, and your... your body have had a strange reaction together almost like a mini awakening if it had to be classified by our standards. Essentially your body felt it was already perfect how it was, so any muscles you gain in the future will be condensed in mass & form from now on. On the bright side, your muscles will feed off any passive unused mana your body generates to maintain itself indefinitely; While this may slow down your mana regeneration speed at its current rate by 40-50% you'll never lose any sort of physical gain you get in the future. So you'll never have to physically train to keep all the physical skills and muscles you gain sweetie..." My Mom responded with the news I didn't wanna hear, I couldn't believe God would fuck me over like this and shatter my dreams right before my eyes.

"Sweetie, while you'll probably look this way till the day you die, it's not all that bad your body is something many would die to have with all its abilities." My Mom said trying to express the so-called benefits of looking like a femboy till the day I die.

'How the hell am I going to pull the girls I want, while I look like one... Chances are they think I'm a lesbian or something trying to hit on them. I guess my dreams of being the Giga Chad who walks around with his perfect body have just been shot in the head & back 75 times by God with fate ruling the death of this dream as an accident with unknown circumstances behind the death.' My frown grew deeper as a few tears left my eyes; I could almost hear my future self cursing me to death for wanting to drink those potions and cause this kind of development to happen under our watch.

"Mom, can I possibly change this with transformation magic or something, this can't be happening to me, Mom..." I said while I was doing my best to grab any straw available to me to change my terrifying fate.

"Lucas, your body is really special and pretty powerful for that matter in terms of quality. Your body might reject those changes, and they will merely be a temporary fix that won't affect your true appearance at all if the spell even works." My mom said as I felt God laughing at me as he kept shooting the already dead body of my dream before shackling a 1-ton steel ball to both ankles and throwing the body into the endless sea of never going to happen on my watch.

"Sweetie, just think of the bright side of all this happening, your angelic voice and appearance will never leave you. You know that purifying aspect in that blood of yours seems to be enhancing your beauty as well, you might even rival those Demonness Beyonders I hear about in a few years at your pace." My Mom said as the final nail of the coffin struck my hand thinking it could escape by dressing more manly to get people to not assume I was a girl just from my looks alone.

'Fate is such a cruel bitch.... I'll get you for this whoever you are, no matter how powerful you are I"LL MAKE YOU SUFFER JUST LIKE ME YOU BASTARD, THIS CAN'T BE NATURAL.' I thought hoping to one day get my hands on whoever caused this to happen.

. . .

Soon enough with axe in hand, I found my target at the park feasting on a dead cyclist. The same cyclist I met 3 hours ago if my memory serves me correctly. Yep the same bastard who called me sexy while I was just minding my business, and said I had a nice ass while riding away.

'Hex magic sure is effective, it's not like I killed him, no skin off my back anyway.' I gave a silent prayer to the dude who died. Wasn't my fault in the first place his shitty luck pushed him over the edge with a bit of my handy work. He could have learned from his parents to not be an ass wipe in public or something.

. . .

(California, Sanborn County Park) 1989 August 17th

It was 10 pm with the full moon overhead, and two figures could be seen from above.

One was a FEMBOY(man?), and the other was a beast, but things were not as they seemed as the monster was the one running away from the FEMBOY(man?).

While the beast was unarmed it's claws could cut through reinforced steel like butter. The man carried a two meter long golden battle axe covered in glowing orange runes. On his back he held the axe with his left hand. Sprinting full speed to the monster ahead of him. The blades on the axe looked to be 0.7 meters long each on both parts. His right hand was free to hopefully grab the monster long enough to chop them in half.

Every few minutes a tree would fall as the beast kept running away making a howling sound in fear. Every once in a while the axe would instantly turn the trees it struck down instantly into pure ash. The orange & gold flames never spread after the target was incinerated by the attack. These flames always died out once the original target was eliminated.

Soon enough a pack of wolves showed up from the distance answering the calls of the werewolf. Around 60 wolves showed up and surrounded the man as he stood firmly without a hint of fear.

"I would normally tell those I killed my name human, but for disrespecting me, while hunting me like a madman for over two hours you don't get that privilege you monkey. You didn't challenge me to a duel like all the others, but ambushed me while I was feeding." The beast said with a low growl.

'Damn wolves, I can't even take advantage of this idiot talking on and on like a moron to attack while he is distracted.' I sighed as his axe was charging up for his next attack.

"Any last words human, I will make sure to remember them, as even though you had no honor your strength impressed me, women. If you were a werewolf I would have made you my mate, but I'm not turning you one today as your death will come." The silver-haired werewolf kept the wolves at bay while he looked at the human like he was a dead man walking. The werewolf stood about 2.2 meters tall in his full transformation in his human form; he was only 1.4 meters tall with a weak presence.

'So much for an easy first-time area mission. They said the damn wolf was a regular werewolf, not a fucking pure blood.' I groaned thinking about all the blood that was going to get in my hair and how many hours it was going to take to clean it all up.

'Huh, why is he complaining about me attacking him at his weakest? My parents didn't raise an idiot. Things like honor or fighting fair are simply things you do in games, not life-or-death battles. If I have to aim for the eyes or balls to win the fight then so be it. Better to live a long life as a so-called coward than a hopeless native fool. Look at this foolish piece of trash he is even giving me time to think & breathe. I know Dad and his friends wouldn't give you time to think when fighting.' I thought laughing a bit inside as I looked at the foolish monster make things a whole lot easier with my bet in place.

. . .

A few minutes later the standoff continues.

'Is he still waiting for my response three minutes later? Might as well milk his stupidity to charge my next attack.'

'Wait did he just call me a fucking girl earlier? Mom, please forgive me, but this time I'm not bringing a body home to sell. Guess I'm only getting paid by commission alone once again.' My eyes glowed blue as I used a buffing spell since I technically wasn't breaking the bet using these kinds of spells.

"Pureblood or not you're dead you hear me" I yelled as I waited for them to attack first. Sadly that never happened due to what was said next.

"Even your voice is heavenly, women, you know you would have a beautiful singing voice. I love your do or die attitude, with that sassy tone of yours its enchanting. Human if you get on your knees, then swear your eternal loyalty to me, I will let you live if you do all this." The werewolf spoke as he was seemingly enchanted by the person before him.

"I'M A MAN YOU ASS WIPE, BURN IN HELL." I screamed in rage as I charged head-first into the wolves blocking my way to the fucking werewolf. I held my battle axe's handle with both hands as I activated its powers.

A bust of power from his axe created a flaming golden, orange half-moon of flames. This wave of flames instantly disintegrated his enemies affected by its touch.

"My eyes don't lie, but even if what you say is true. I am willing to make an exception for your face & voice." The silver haired wolf said as he tried flirting with Lucas.

His attitude changed once more as the human before him killed five wolves before him.

'How... I trained those wolves myself and enchanted them to be as strong as full-grown brown bears, they were as fast as a cheetah, and the defense of those wolves could tank bullets without issue. Yet the human still slaughtered five in one hit.' He felt a bit of fear, nevertheless it was time to stop holding back. 

"Wolves attack all at once and buy me time. " A red string-like link appeared connecting somewhere above his head before it vanished.

The werewolf started chanting something as his silver fur started turning red and black spikes grew from under his fur.

"You forced me human, these powers aren't natural in my race, but my affinity to them is high due to being a noble. Usually demon energy can only be used by those born or descended from someone in the demon realm. I am one of the exceptions." 

The werewolf now stood at four meters tall covered in red fur mixed with black spikes.

He looked like he was in a crazed state yet his eyes were still silver showing off his sanity.

When he finished his transformation Lucas was now on his ass as all the wolves were dead.

I was very annoyed and tired from fighting all those wolves, but I should have enough juice to beat that wolf fucker...

'That fucking elder vampire told me about the dangers of being a thrill hunter. He told me only poor, or crazy thrill seekers go outside to hunt. This damn human almost killed, maybe that's why everyone in my family stopped getting their meals fresh.'

"I see you tried your best human, but give up and serve me, and live as my kin." The creature spoke in a demonic voice with a slight howl.

"Echidna is going to laugh at me now dammit. I told her I could finish this mission alone with only my axe. Why did you have to be so fucking annoying? Ranma wouldn't have lost this challenge if it was him with his martial arts skills." I frowned as he looked at the severed werewolf on the ground.

The head was still blinking as if it didn't understand what had happened. Miraculously it still talked via the demon energy still inside its head.

"Human.... how... when... did I die?" The head asked as the light was slowly fading from its eyes.

"Wow that demon energy really is something I'll make sure to ask mom or Echidna later. I'll answer you cause I'm a nice guy, when you said 'live as my kin' I simply stopped holding back, and sent a concentrated wind blade towards your neck." I started whistling before I laid back on the ground to relax, I was already dirty from the fight and a little more dirt wouldn't hurt.

'My demon energy is fading soon, and with it gone my brain will shut down. Talking wastes too much energy, so I might as well think... That female or whatever, that human was as beautiful as they were unbelievably strong... That old fucking bloodsucker would insult for dying as a thrill seeker, even with his warning in Francis Gray's, now Sarah Gold's grocery store.'

'My death while humiliating wasn't as shameful as my other kin who died to hunters with no powers whatsoever. During our battle, they kept mentioning a name of sorts, but I never heard anything. Oh, he's friends with th---' Soon enough the werewolf died not achieving much in the end.

"Fuck you, who is the bitch now you piece of shit" I screamed, just as I was kicking the severed head like a football around the forest. I purposely rearranged the wolf corpses to stand in as goalposts.

It was as bloody and dirty as it was depraved. With the light of the full moon shining overhead, Lucas stood to bask in his glorious victory.

He had worn a black leather jacket with some skinny blue jeans before the mission. Chasing down the werewolf forced him to rip his jeans into shorts making it easier to chase after the wolf. Fighting was such a dirty act, didn't help the jean shorts were dyed blood red. Money makes the world go round baby.

His jacket was torn up and covered in blood, his injuries were only shallow bites with a few minor scratches. The white T-shirt underneath his leather jacket was stained red with all the wolf blood. The wolves damaged his outfit more than they had managed to hurt him even though there were 60 of them.

'Ya, not bringing my phone was the right call, else it would be soaked in blood by now, or broken from the attacks. I should've bought a disposable camera to take pictures of my victi-- victories.' I started to bask in the victory I rightfully earned. Admiring the bloody forest from my fight was surreal, but the beautiful scenery around me truly was an experience. 

Dozens of trees around him turned into ash, and some of my kills stained the ash making a bloody red mud paste. The bodies of all the wolves were either cut to pieces or smashed into a hairy red paste of blood, flesh, bone, and hair. The stark contrast of it all was beautiful, the full moon above only served to enhance the sight before my eyes.

The more intact bodies were arranged as standing football goalposts.

The moon's light highlighted the messy state of Lucas's hair as his brown hair turned dark red from all the blood. Even after doing this, his body smelled like iron & red roses.

'Fluffy' I sat on the werewolf corpse his makeshift chair, I had used my axe to cut off the spikes on the areas I was sitting on.

"Hmm, hey no name loser, while you were very annoying you're pretty fluffy. How about I let Mom & Dad use your body to make me a new gaming chair? Not like you had anything going on in life. The spikes & bones in and out of your body could be made into bullets." I said aloud to the fucking annoying corpse under my ass.

"I'm sure you will be happy with my plans bitch. Get it female dog, cause you called me a .... Eat shit dog bitch motherfucker, your no fun. Hope you enjoy purgatory loser." I spoke head I was still playing around with the same head as a football, I kept kicking it around. Every time the bloody football was out of distance I used my remaining mana on the air magic spells to bring it back again only to repeat the process further draining my almost empty mana pool.

I suddenly remembered what the wolf told me about my voice. Seconds after having the idea I started to sing. It was a poem directed to the werewolf, singing an epic tale of insults of every magnitude. Every so often my musical poem would include some nasty curses, and I kept letting my anger bleed into my personal artistic masterpiece.

Unfortunately for the werewolf his spirit in purgatory could still see and hear what Lucas planned for him as it hasn't been a day yet so his connection with his body wasn't fully severed.

If a necromancer or angel came by within that time, then resurrect him, his soul could leave purgatory.

This wasn't going to happen.

The once proud noble werewolf was crying in purgatory after bearing witness to what was done to his head, then hearing plans they had for his body.

'That lady's voice while heavenly, she is without a doubt a nasty depraved bitch. Just how I like them, if your meal isn't spicy, perhaps at the bare minimum a little poisonous can you even enjoy it? You have yourself a new fan, girly.' he thought before he started to explore his new afterlife.

Her chest was as flat as paper, but her ass, her thighs, they were truly divine. Her kicks in those jean shorts were impressive, then the way she chased after me before made me blush' As he was reminiscing, a sanguine lunged at his neck before being squashed into a blood stain on the floor.

"Stay down you disgusting blood-sucking bat" The werewolf roared at the corpse, and before long a hoard of monsters rushed towards him in a frenzy.

He killed them all without a beat, he kept walking while singing that tune from her about him, written for him.

'She said she hates me. Just tell me you liked me girl, you even wrote something for little old me after I died.' his grin was wide showing off his sharp teeth.

He passed by a few hoards of monsters numbering in the thousands, all of them were slaughtered by him easily.

During the entire time he had a smile while singing the toon his bitch sang about him.