Summary

A NEw GoD has arrived.

"WoRshIp mE oR BE DEstRoYED~" – Oddball2

Author's Note

Hello, this is Oddball2, and I am here to bring you the unfortunate news that this chapter has not been beta-read. There is more I would like to talk about, as in the inspiration for how this story came to be, but just like Levi and Chelsea from Raven's Home said, "If you have nothing nice to say, then don't say anything at all". Which in this case, I don't want to start ranting because I don't want an essay as an author's note.

"Badum tssssh~" Drum roll.

*Few seconds of crickets chirping*

Declaimer

I do not own American Gods, Supernatural, H.P. Lovecraft, Percy Jackson, Etc.


Chapter 1 Knowledge is Power

"Nothing is impossible, as the Universe won't allow it. But if anything is possible, then shouldn't the impossible apply as well?"

"Wha- Ughhhhhh!" A low, exhausting groan came from a man in a trench coat who was lying on the ground.

"MhmM-Wha-what happened!?" He mumbled to himself as his eyes opened, and he is greeted by the sight of a creepy room that looked abandoned and weirdly felt off. Groggily, he slowly gets up; his own body feels foreign. His arms felt like they had been cut off from the blood for so long that the tingling sensation felt horrible, but at the same time strangely pleasant because he has his body again. Sadly, the feeling of control is lost as the tingling sensation applies to the rest of his body, which refuses to move. It took all his willpower alone to check his pockets for a phone. Fingers gripped tightly as he pulled the phone out, and he clicked the power button, all while hope and longing grew.

Only the phone didn't turn on.

No matter how many times he desperately pushed the power button – the growing frustration boils to the surface till he burst into tears – it remained unresponsive. The pressure finally broke the dam, and he angrily smashed the phone to the ground with a single swing and a scream. It hits the ground and shatters into pieces.

Horror struck him when he noticed the black ink-like substance, which at first he had assumed was just shadows, and he watched it slowly move around the broken pieces of the phone. Not even fully wrapped around the smithereens, it eagerly deconstructed the pieces, and they sank into the darkness till what was once a phone disappeared without a trace.

"DO NOT TOUCH!" His fear screamed at him.

He gulps when realizing that the black ink is everywhere, almost resembles an intricate root system, but strangely has big gaps, particularly a massive one around him; it was as if it was intended to avoid him.


It took him awhile to snap out of his discouraged state and for newfound hope to spark. After maneuvering himself safely across the untouched gaps, he carefully crawled his way up the wall, and standing on his legs, he used the wall as a crutch to make his way to the door.

Loud creaking from the door's henges echoed as the sight of the eerily hallway greeted him along with more of the intricate roots, but this time there were a variety of strange blood-red shapes, from black circles to vertical slits in random spots. The lights flickered at a rapid rate, with only a few remaining in the consistent comfort of normalcy, except they didn't. This caused his heartbeat to increase rapidly, and his body shuddered as the cold air hit him.

Wrong.

Something is definitely wrong.

Instinctual fear blared all the alarms, and they were all telling him to run as quietly as possible, yet he couldn't move. His body trembled, and his feet refused to budge, as they were already deciding to stay in that spot for all of eternity, but against their will, he managed to force one foot to move forward and then another.

One step at a time.


"Almost there… Almost there…! I'm not going to give up! I will come home!" He repeated to himself; however, his throat refused to utter anything more than the steady, sharp breathing. Each breath froze in contact with the cold air, and his lips turned a terrible pale blue.

"CRUNCH! SNAP! CRACK!"

Feet froze as his eyes snapped in the direction of the sound; it came from the dark room. He held back a gulp as he focused one foot in front of the other – the begging to just run to the exit screamed at him while also giving him contradicting orders to go slower. As his eyes lingered on the room in anticipation for whatever is in there to just suddenly charge out at him, he missed a bunch of the strange black circles and red vertical slits shifting towards him. His prying eyes refused to move, despite the desperate screams of a piece of him deep inside, saying, 'YOU CRAZY! DO NOT LOOK!' but it was already too late as the open room is already in full view.

Utter darkness.

No. It just looks like the VOID. Peering deeper in, something can be seen.

But before he could get a better look at it, his feet scrambled to the door before he even realized it. Hands already seeking the doorknob, his heart leaped with joy as his hands greedily wrapped themselves around the knob, and with a twist, the door opened.

His head finally snapped away from the allure; he turned to the outside world. Sweat immediately creased his forehead, armpits, and every pore in his body.

WrongWrongWrongWrongWRongWRRRONGGGWRONGWRONGWRONGWRONGWRONGWRONGWRONGWRONGWRONGWRONG

Massive crystal Nova's polycoria eyes, the two pupils completely separated as the second ones are smaller and are in the outer ends of the sclera, stared down at him. His body froze in absolute fear as he could only stare at the towering Kaiju Monster. Its skin is that of the VOID, and its body is in the shape of a bipedal Jackal. Its lips are pulled back in what could only be described as a sadistic motherly smile.

"WILL YoU WOrShIP mE, Jimmy Novak~" It spoke, and voices upon voices screamed through his head, yet the urge to grasp his ears and shut his eyes while begging to be spared remained elusive to him as he stared directly at its mouth, where he could see canine white teeth and black saliva dripping down its chin.

His pupils dilated and began to shift rapidly in a singular spot as he saw something in his peripheral vision: the black substance flooding the land has tendrils that are slowly reaching towards him.

"Ji-mmy-Jimm-Jimmy-Jimmy!"

Jimmy's eyes snapped open, and the fear holding him in place slowly lessened its grip. His head shot up, gasping for air, as his mind raced to understand what is happening and where he was.

His eyes glazed around at the room that he is in – the warm light bled through the closed curtain and cast across the area, which helped him see the silk gray bed sheets, a dresser, and a lot of pictures of him and his wife – then his eyes fell upon the family photograph.

Home.

"Jimmy! Come on, we are running late!" A familiar female voice spoke from the bathroom; his head snapped in her general direction as he slowly sat up.

"Uh-" He lets out as he struggles to speak, but his mouth just slacks open. That was until he heard fast, heavy footsteps thundering towards the door. He nearly jolted out of bed as the door opened, only to freeze in his tracks as his eyes embraced the love of his life – the one and only person who he will always choose to be with, forever. There she stood, the Goddess herself, Amelia, looking down at him with stern urgency.

"Honey?" Amelia said as her head tilted for a second before stopping, and her facial expression changed to concern and worry, "It happened again…?"

Jimmy looked at her with uncertainty as she slowly walked towards him, both of them tensing as she plopped down on the comfy bed. She proceeded to wrap her arms around him as a sign of comfort and sanctuary.

"I-I- How?" Jimmy asked as he looked around the room like it was a four-dimensional puzzle with missing pieces.

"Shshhshh. There, there." She spoke softly as she brushed his hair back.

"You- You- Y- You died!?" Jimmy exclaims upon realization, and he tries to get up only to be held in place by his wife's grip.

"(Sharp inhale), (Short sigh)." The sound of his wife's struggle to keep it together hurt his Soul.

"It's not real… I'm still alive, a-and you did not meet an. Angel… Just take deep breaths. Please." Amelia spoke with pain in her voice as she fought to keep herself from crying. She felt her husband's chest move as his lungs slowly inhaled as much as possible and then slowly exhaled all of it. The process repeated until, finally, his heartbeat slowed down and memories began to trickle in.

"We- we moved two years ago. Right?" Jimmy asked as he rubbed his forehead from the slight pain pulsating there, and he felt her head nod above his.

"(Slow Exhale)… So, which dream did you have? Was it the one where Claire got targeted by Heaven?" Amelia asked as she swallowed the daunting thought.

"N- no… I- I don't know? It- It was horrifying!" Jimmy cried out as he proceeded to shake, and his heart pumped faster.

"Hey! Hey, hey! It's alright! You do not have to talk about it! We can call out sick and just snuggle in bed all day." Amelia suggested, and a part of him really wanted to take her offer, but another needed him to get through this.

"No! no." He said, and his face quickly dropped in regret as he felt horrible for shouting at her, "I'm sorry."

"It's all good. Everything is going to be okay." She reassured him, and this time he really hoped so.

They stayed in silence for a few minutes before he finally felt ready.

"It was the laboratory." Jimmy said as he shivered at the image of the Monster giving him the creepiest smile he had ever seen.

It is wrong.

"Which one–the Hunters getting their butts kicked by Raphael or the one where you woke up and the place became one of those cosmic horror movies?" Amelia asked as she wiggled her fingers as a silly gesture for spookiness and had to hold back a chuckle from the image of the hunters getting their butts kicked.

"The latter." He forced the words out as he nearly choked on them.

"Ah! Castiel." Amelia said it with an ever-growing smile on her face. He didn't like how cheerful she had gotten.

"Come on, honey! That isn't a nightmare! From the way we see it, Castiel is finally free, and the Winchesters – ugghh! Glad Darwinism got to them before they could contaminate the gene pool!" Amelia explained chipperly, and Jimmy bit the bottom of his lips.

"I-I mean, yeah. But-" He tried to explain, yet there were no words that came to mind to describe how he feels.

"MOM! DAD! Jesse's hogging the milk!" Claire screamed, her voice heard loud and clear from the dining room.

"We should get ready!" Jimmy said as he eagerly got out of her reluctant embrace but did pause to give her a kiss on the lips. The moment quickly changed into a fit of giggles as their children began to go at each other's throats.

Jimmy began to relax as the fear slowly faded away like a distant memory, but a small piece of him lingered on a single question:

'They're just nightmares… Right?"