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Chapter 1

Welcome, viewers, to another episode of AA Adventures!

Now as you know, we'd normally be posting this in video format, (which will be available at a future date upon purchase) but we're trying to branch out into other formats.

Anyways, on with the show! We rejoin our not-protagonist in its current location.

It had been sitting on the bus, waiting for its newest (potential) source of entertainment to arrive for several hours now, with one of its younger children curled up on its shoulder. The two of them shared a set of headphones as they listened to "Raise Your Fist, Evangelist" by Powerwolf.

It checked over its limits once more as it waited, ensuring its power was accurately set and the world altered to account for the presence of this human-born version of itself for this little adventure.

As the bus shuddered to its latest stop, it allowed itself a little smile as it seemed things were finally about to start. It didn't turn as they boarded, instead observing the trio from behind its shades as they passed before it to claim the back seat.

Two males and a single female with backpacks. From their scent and auras, the female and the black haired boy were demigods (inexperienced ones at that), while the one with the rasta cap was a satyr.

It grimaced at that. It despised Grecian satyrs, albeit not as much as fauns.

Anyways, the trio were only slightly nervous, so it seemed they hadn't noticed the three in pursuit.

Aside from the girl slapping her magic Yankees cap against her thigh nervously, they were quiet for several moments, before the girl sat up straight and grabbed her fellow demigod's knee, whispering his name. It seemed like they finally noticed them.

It studied the children's soon-to-be opponents from the corner of its eye over its daughters crimson fur. They appeared as three elderly women, dressed in velvet dresses and lace gloves, with paisley pursed and knitted hats that shadowed their eyes. The first one seemed to have taken an orange color theme, while the two behind it wore green and purple, respectively.

They sat in the front row, right behind the driver. The two on the aisle crossed their legs over the walkway, making an X. The message was clear, but pointless.

The bus pulled away from the station onto the rain-slicked streets of Manhattan. The boy said that the female had claimed one of their pursuers should have been dispelled for a lifetime. She responded with "I said if you're lucky". The satyr just cursed their bad fortune.

The female seemed to be attempting to stay calm as she claimed they were up against "the three worst monsters from the Underworld", and it had to suppress the urge to shout "bullshit."

These three are supposed to he the worst the Underworld has to offer? That's just sad, it feels sad now. Are you proud of yourselves, you made it feel sad.

It wondered if it should gift Hades some proper hunters after this is over.

Anyways, the children were trying to find a way to escape when the jokes finally decided to do their jobs as the bus entered the tunnel, standing up and flatly announcing they had to use the bathroom before stalking towards the children. Not one single fuck was given at their proclamation.

The girl tried to force her cap on the boy, and to its approval, he at first tried to deny her, not wanting to abandon his comrades.

She reasoned that they were probably only after him, and with his scent covering the bus, the jokes might not even notice them.

Seemed unlikely since they were walking directly towards them. He reluctantly donned the cap, disappearing from visible sight.

It tracked him as he moved down the aisle, such a simple trick meaning nothing to its senses.

It idly noted that the song had ended, its daughter shifting slightly as "Ultrasonic Metal" by Sneak Attack started playing.

One of the jokes, the orange one, stopped for a moment, seeming to have caught the boy's scent and turning to look directly at him, setting his heart into a faster pace.

Its opinion of them rose slightly, before dropping right back down as she seemed to dismiss what her senses were telling the joke before continuing on her way.

Piss-poor senses.

The boy continued up the aisle, nearly making it to the front before the jokes started yelling. They had changed into their true forms, bat-winged hags, each wielding whips that had small tongues of fire dancing along the barbed leather as they surrounded the girl and the satyr.

The other passengers screamed and tried to move away from the jokes, as said jokes tried to interrogate the duo, asking where it was. So, they weren't after these three then, huh?

The girl doesn't seem to have picked up on that, instead shouting that he wasn't here. They responded by raising their whips to strike, and the girl drew a bronze knife while the satyr pulled out a tin can. And what was the boy doing during all this?

Apparently he decided to create some chaos to aid his comrades, lunging for the driver's wheel and jerking it to the side. The passengers yelled as they were thrown from their seats, but it and its daughter were unbothered, with it leaning slightly to compensate for the force.

One of the passengers shot towards it, so it raised its hand to catch them before they impacted, easily halting her with its physical strength. Panicked from the events, the female was flailing and shouting.

It lashed out with its other arm, piercing her ribs and rending her heart, ending her struggle before depositing the new corpse on the seat beside it.

The boy had continued fighting for the wheel, and after the bus had left the tunnel, he decided to give up the battle in favor of pulling the emergency brake, sending the bus into a spin before allowing the still living passengers and the driver to flee from the vehicle, and with them gone the boy removed the cap, shouting to gain the jokes attention in an attempt to draw them off from his comrades.

The joke in orange stalked down the aisle at him, flicking her whip as she went, while green joke and purple joke crawled over the seats, with purple passing over it.

Suppressing its presence, no one noticed it or its child, even when it started tearing strips of soft flesh off the corpse, eating them like string cheese, its daughter dropping down to its lap to tear off her own servings.

They turned to observe as the orange joke tried to intimidate the boy. It wasn't very effective. He drew a pen that, with a click, transformed into a bronze xiphos, causing the orange joke to pause and attempt to convince him to surrender. Still not effective.

Orange lashed out with her whip while the other two jokes lunged at the boy. Orange managed to wrap her whip around the boys arm, but he seemed to be tenacious enough to resist the pain, even managing to strike green with his sword hilt, knocking her back into a seat, before slicing into purples neck, reducing her to gold dust and then slashing back at green, who had managed to recover and attempt another lunge. Predictably, she shared her sister's fate.

Complete lack of coordination.

During this, the girl and the satyr had managed to subdue orange, the girl wrestling her into submission while the satyr managed to disarm her before the two managed to hogtie her with said whip.

Not even strong enough to hold their own against kids and a satyr.

It snorted. Truly, these three were a terrifying force. Cower before the best the Grecian Underworld has to offer.

Its head shot up, ignoring the remaining banter as its sixth sense detected the lightning gathering overhead. For the first time it stood, picking its daughter up and depositing her in its hood, moving towards the back as the children fled the bus and orange made her threats.

It raised a leg, lashing out with a kick that smashed the emergency door off its hinges and sent it flying down the road. It jumped down to the ground as the lightning struck, piercing the bus and breaking the windows.

It turned to observe the children as they fled into the woods, finally stopping the music player and stowing away the headphones, noticing one of the passengers snapping a picture of the boy's face. It turned to reenter the bus, jumping back up from the road, and stalking towards the orange joke, still struggling to escape her bonds and shrieking.

It raised a leg, stomping down onto her back, pinning her to the ground and silencing her. The joke tried to turn her head, no doubt to make some sort of threat or demand its name as her wings tried to knock it off. She didn't have the chance, before it grabbed both of her wings and pulled, ripping them off at the base.

Dropping the severed wings, it removed its leg, reaching down to pick up the writhing-in-agony joke by the neck and squeezing, her bones cracking in its grasp as flesh oozed out between its fingers, her shuddering body falling to the ground.

Bringing her head to its face, it opened its mouth to expose a maw full of silver leonine fangs. Its teeth crunched into her skull, which stayed solid meat and bone while red flames spilled from its fingers to claim the rest. It brought the head over to its daughter to offer her a meal, which she eagerly dug into.

With their appetizer done, it stepped back out through the passenger door to look upon the milling fearful passengers. These would likely be an annoyance to the children on their quest, the mist most likely playing on demigod luck to make them seem at fault, so it may as well do them a favor before it moves to follow.

It lunged towards them, too fast for their paltry senses to register, as it started with the one that had caught the boy's picture.

Reaching out with one hand to crush the camera to powder while the other drove into his stomach, through his chest and out through his head, the torn remains of his upper body blasting into the air.

With that done, it lashed out at the still ignorant humans around it, bone splintering and meat shredding before every blow. Finally it stopped before the last one. A fraction of a second later, the massacre that occurred finally registered on his mind.

He stared at the splattered remains that now surrounded him before looking at it. He fell back as some of the pulped meat and shattered bits of ribcage from its first victim chose this time to land, smacking into his face and torso.

Panicked and still too shocked to scream, he tried to crawl away from it as scarlet flames moved to devour the surrounding corpses. It allowed him to get several feet, before deciding his fear had reached a sufficient level for consumption.

It crossed the distance with ease, its hand piercing his chest, and ripping his heart free. It raised the steaming mass of muscle up to have a taste, smiling at the fear and dopamine salted meat, before tearing half off and offering it up for its daughter to feed.

She yipped her thanks, happily nuzzling her father's cheek (such a good girl), before digging in, balancing on its shoulder while holding her snack with her front paws, and looking positively adorable as she ate.

With the witnesses dead and erased, it turned back to the direction the children had run, setting off after them at an easy lope, leaning down to scoop up their meal as it passed.

And with that we have our first chapter. Aiming for an Alucard type overpowered (while playing demigod). This character has been around for quite some time, and over the last 15 years has been doing other things and changing parts of the setting, which, if I can keep this story going long enough, will be shown in later chapters.

It has existed for a hell of a lot longer than that and over this time, as well as the periods it spent outside of time, it has developed a vast array of powers, either claiming them from defeated opponents or developing and honing them from its own innate abilities and domains. It will demonstrate a number of these abilities over the story, just not to asspull itself out of situations.

Below we have the abilities that our character has allowed itself access to for the purpose of combat, survival and travel during these little adventures. This is here so it doesn't seem like it is pulling these powers out of its ass as it needs them.

Gifted from birth:

Mark of the True Beast: The bearer was born with a unique and potent rune upon on their flesh, a sigil of pure savagery that reveals the individual as nothing more than a ravenous mass of muscle and fangs. The unbridled, ravening ferocity of this raging predator drives it ever on to acts of endless slaughter. The individual has no need of rest or sleep, allowing it to hunt and fight without pause. Absolute stamina. Absolute endurance. Auto-reflexes. Self-manipulative puppetry. Perpetual consciousness.

Strength From Slaughter: The individual can heal itself by fighting and slaying others, devouring their essence. Can selectively absorb physical traits from defeated and devoured opponents (Example:Nemean Skeleton: Challenged and devoured a pair of Nemean Lions, wanting fangs to rival theirs. Incredibly durable skeletal system.)

From Beyond: The mind of this creature is beyond the petty frailties and precarious sanity of a mortal mind. Immune to fear, madness, and powers that cloud, control or delude its mind.

Daemonic senses: The individual was born where there is no light, space or time, instead possessing other senses, beyond mortal comprehension. The individual can see clearly in areas of absolute darkness, and can detect and track magical forces, souls and essences with all five of their senses.

Hellspawn: Born of unreality, the individual is half composed of empyric power. Immune to disease and (most) poisons. Supernatural survivability.

Anathema: The individual is immune to what they deem cowardly powers, powers that would interfere with proper battle, and may even purge this weakness from others. Immune to direct magic powers. Can destroy magical abilities in weapons, objects and other beings. Incapable of using magic. Incapable of being directly hidden by the Mist. Limited by their personal definition of magic.

Earned/Developed:

Indomitable will

Partially Realized Demigod: The individual realized early in life the true, vast potential of the power at their command and seeks to master it, beginning the process of shedding their human half. Pyrokinesis(capable of generating and controlling both normal fire and a ravenous/destructive fire). Calokinesis(heat). Blood control. Emotional manipulation/amplification. Can generate empyric energies for a variety of effects (sustaining daemons, tearing open portals to unreality, mutations, etc.) Has no need to breathe. Can survive unaided in a vacuum. Can partially transform themselves into blood and/or fire. Conflict domain manipulation. Divine power absorption. Deity consumption.

Superstrength: The individual realized the true limits of their human half, and has strengthened themselves until they are capable of accessing the full extent of that unrealized power without destroying themselves.(I refer you to the amazing manga/anime series Kegan Ashura and Baki to see what I'm talking about.) Muscle armor.

Nemean Cestus: a pair of half-fingered gauntlets made from the same material as a Nemean Lions hide, and studded with the even tougher material that makes up its bones, fangs and claws. Has the ability to grow silvery claws with the same durability and tearing/cutting power as the Lions own claws.

Ideas, feedback and amusing flames are appreciated.