3000 BCE, somewhere in Egypt,

"Goddamn, Marty, you and your fatass. Who the fuck destroys a cave in their sleep?"

"Grufff~ Grawah~"

"Uh-huh, who you tryna fool? I know you were fucking some dino-bitch in your sleep. You were spanking her with your tail, weren't you?"

"..."

"Blarrrgh!"

Marshall's head turned towards the big T-Rex. "You've done it now, bastard! How dare you bring my Firehair's name into this? She loved me!"

"Grrf!"

"No! She totally loved me! Then that spicy chicken nugget swooped in and stole her. How would you even know? You've never been in love, boy." Marshall defended himself, "Firehair chose me over Odin actually."

Marty just rolled his big T-Rex eyes and continued to walk, his entire back covered by a comically large backpack. It was their furniture from the cave his tail had destroyed while in sleep. And now, in that scorching heat, they walked on the desert looking for a new cave to settle in.

"Uwaaaaaa~"

"Hah, Marty, why're you crying? I didn't scold you that much."

"Rrrawr."

"It ain't you?" Marshall halted and looked left and right. No matter the direction, all he saw were dunes in every direction, with some mountains far in the distance. "Then who's crying?"

"Uwaaaaaa~"

This time, even Marty turned his head in alert, looking left and right.

Sniff! Sniff!

Marty and Marshall both started sniffing the air like pigs, making loud noises from their noses. Both of them had similar predator abilities.

"There!" Marshall looked and started walking.

Barely a few hundred meters ahead, they found a child. It was all naked, a baby boy, perhaps a few days old. Marshall had no idea how he was still alive. But something stood out.

"What in the goddamn smurf's ass is this? Wait, what's smurf again?" Marshall exclaimed at the baby's strange features. It had gray skin and blue lines running across its lips and face. It was ugly and malformed.

Without a thought, Marshall grabbed the baby's single ankle and lifted him in the air, upside down. Even more surprisingly, the baby stopped crying and stared at Marshall with his blue eyes.

"Damn, looks like we've got ourselves a fine alien baby."

"Wraaaah?"

"What? No, you can't eat the alien baby, Marty. We're gonna raise him. What if his alien mom's hot? Or his mom's sister? Damn, I can see the appeal—grey pussy, ummm… Probably tastes like blueberry cheesecake."

"..."

Marty rolled his eyes in pure disgust and speechlessness.

"That's it then. His name's gonna be… Bob! Yeah, that sounds alright."

"..."

"Graaawr!" Marty roared at him.

"Calm down, Mister 'I'm too good for Bob'. Maybe… Monty will be a better name."

Marty sighed and let out a small growl, a name, a suggestion.

"Azul?… That sounds like a nice name. Azul S. Grant. Marty, you've got a nephew now. Hah, alien nephew."

"..."

Marty just shrugged, and for the next few years, carried the little kid on his back. But as the years went by, it became very clear that the grey baby was anything but normal. His strength was otherworldly; he didn't get sick, injuries healed instantly, and so much more.

At some point, when the child grew into an adult, Marshall simply dropped him off at Dinosia to receive formal education, so he wouldn't be considered illiterate forever.

Well, that was the initial plan.

Who'd have thought the boy was similar to Marshall in ways—Immortal.

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Present Time,

Dinosia, 1860,

On the terrace of the temple of First Man, a T-Rex, a seven-foot-tall woman, and a big-breasted woman rested, sunbathing. The weather was usually sunny and beautiful where Dinosia was situated.

Moreover, there was an addition: a three-year-old kid rested beside the seven-foot woman. His hair was dark blonde, his eyes were green, his skin was as pale as death, but his face was far too similar to his father's, albeit cuter.

"Mother, is father still fighting the tentacle monster?" asked the little kid, smiling, staring at the sun for no goddamn reason, lazily shaking his feet as if enjoying his time.

"Most likely," Hela responded. "Either that, or he's simply lost somewhere. Worry not, he'll eventually return. Your father's beyond death."

"Even for you?"

"Even for your grandfather, Helvar," Hela replied with a sigh. She'd lost to Marshall every single time she'd challenged him.

"But it's taking Master so long," Selene commented from the side, wearing a rather skimpy outfit that only covered her breasts and loins.

"Grawr," Marty agreed.

Thud!

Right then, a figure landed on the terrace. It was a big man, more than seven feet tall, shoulders wide, body carved by the gods. But he didn't look human. With grey skin and blue lines across the face, hairless all over, the frame covered in ancient-looking garbs. He moved elegantly, arms at ease behind him, as if he were strolling.

Nobody reacted to him. Heck, Marty waved his little T-Rex arm.

"Good afternoon, Uncle Marty." The giant alien man said, and looked left and right. Then his eyes settled on the little kid beside Hela. "What happened to my father? Why does he now stand in the form of a boy?"

"..."

"Wrah-wraah-wraaah~" It was Marty laughing, though it was so beastly that any ordinary man would piss his pants. "Grwaaah."

"Oh?" the grey man eyed the boy with a fond smile. "Father's son? Ah, that is a fine surprise. I did not know he could sire a child, least of all with Lady Hela. Truly… wonderful. Then it seems we are brothers."

The large man walked over to the young boy and squatted beside the sunlounger. "I am Azul S. Grant, young one. In the lands of Egypt, they speak my name as Apocalypse."

The little boy sat up and shook hands. "I'm Helvar Marshallson."

"An honor to meet you, young brother. Now, if I may ask, has Father come as well?" Apocalypse stood up and looked at Marty for answers.

Marty lazily growled back.

"What?!" Apocalypse exclaimed. "He was swallowed by tentacles?"

"Gruff~!"

"By a book?"

####

What was cosmic horror?

Marshall never really asked that question. But he still got the answer.

"Haaaaaa—What the fuck is this?"

He was dragged into that whirlpool portal, and then he found himself in a completely different world. It was a planet, or perhaps it wasn't. He couldn't tell what it was, but it was certainly a planet the size of countless Earths.

It was entirely made of green water. Those tentacles dragged him into that water.

But then he realized he was wrong. No, it wasn't just green water; no, the planet itself was a living creature. A massive octopus-like creature, whose body was so huge that it was the core of the water planet.

The octopus had countless, massive tentacles, and those tentacles had smaller ones protruding out, and those small ones had even smaller ones branching out. Like endless roots, one out of another, they covered the entire underwater region of the planet.

And Marshall was dragged into it.

"Fuck! Stop poking my ass!"

"Not there!"

"There ain't no treasure in there!"

"Fuck off! Haaaa!"

Marshall enveloped his body with cosmic flames, then added Zeus' thunder into it.

Sadly, it didn't go his way. The tentacles were infinite; the more he burned, the more they surrounded him. The more vanished, the more snugly they curved around him.

In no time, he was covered by the tentacles from all sides, and then squeezed in from all sides.

He died—Physically squeezed to death.

It was shocking to Marshall. What in the universe could be so strong to squeeze Odin and Zeus's physical bodies to death?

####

Splash!

Splash!

A whirlpool formed on top of the First Man's temple in Dinosia.

Splash!

First, one arm came out of it. Then another. And then Marshall's entire body crawled out of it. He was drenched all over, his face looked tired, but everything was exactly the same.

"Aaargh… Fuck!"

At last, he pulled himself up entirely and rolled to the side. Sprawled on his back, he looked up at the bright blue sky. The warm sun felt so comforting. The gentle breeze made him love Earth all the more.

"Master!" Selene shouted and rushed over.

"Grawr!"

Marty and Hela also followed.

Marshall was panting hard, gulping his spit. "Finally… back… What did I miss?"

"The birth of your son," Hela commented.

Marshall's eyes grew wide. "It's a boy?"

"Hello, Father."

Marshall eyed the face of his son while he was still lying flat on the terrace. "You've got your mom's eyes. Rest is mine—Handsome. But why are you so big?"

"It's been four years, Master," Selene added from the side.

"What? I was there for so long? Shit, no wonder it was getting boring."

"What happened there, Master? Where did those tentacles take you?" Selene asked.

Marshall covered his face with his hand, exhaling a deep sigh. "You don't wanna know, trust me. It was an underwater hell. Fought that bastard for four damn years… Feel sore."

"Gruff brrrfff?"

"No, Marty, I didn't get my ass fucked by the damn beast. What's wrong with you?" Marshall glared at Marty's massive face. "And no, I didn't fuck it either. I'm not into that. But… That tentacle fucker, it was an octopus the size of the sun, rolled into a ball with water all around it like a planet. It tried to swallow me in its—I don't know if it was a mouth or a pussy."

"..."

They were speechless.

"What's pussy?" Young Helvar asked.

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