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Willow’s eyes widened as she noticed the small island. Poseidon released her from the bubble, and Willow dropped back into the ocean. Her scowl when she surfaced should have killed him, but she turned and headed for the beach.
“This isn’t the Pacific. It’s too warm,” Willow said as she reached the shoreline and padded out.
She quickly discarded the pants and tunic Atlantis had provided without hesitation. She wore a swimming suit underneath and happily lay in the sun, soaking up the rays. For long moments, Poseidon explored her figure with his eyes and felt stirrings of desire. Willow was shapely, with a flat stomach, more than a handful of breasts, long legs, and a firm ass.
As he watched, Willow shoved herself onto her elbows and stared.
“Well? Not the Pacific?” she asked.
“No, we’re in the Indian Ocean.”
“Why?”
“Because I thought you might want somewhere relaxing and warm while we talked,” Poseidon said. He needed to shift to Jase but wasn’t sure if he’d change with a hard-on. Silently praying, Poseidon remained waist-deep and shifted.
Willow came bolt upright, her jaw-dropping.
“I knew you were Poseidon!” she accused.
“No, I’m called Jase. Poseidon is my merman and Uber merman form,” Jase explained, waiting a few moments because he was aroused.
“I don’t understand,” Willow replied.
“You will. However, in this shape, know that I am Jase.”
“Okay. So start talking,” Willow urged.
Finally having his cock under control, Jase emerged from the water, wearing jean cut-offs and nothing else. He caught Willow checking him out but refused to consider her attention. Jase’s focus was on telling Willow the truth.
“My name, many thousands of years ago, was Or’lan DiMitra. I was a leader under Captain Mir’ald Ula. My people were born as God’s Warriors, and our titles were Protectors of the Jar of Fate. We were once the beloved of God,” Jase began and fell silent.
Willow was sitting cross-legged on the sand, her attention completely focused on him. “Go on,” she urged quietly as Jase sought words.
“The Jar is now known as Pandora’s Box. It contained all the evils, Sins, that humankind had created. God stripped them away from mankind, leaving humans to live in a kind of utopia. Our duty was to protect the Jar from attack, and we did so daily. We and two other teams defended for eight-hour shifts. Until another of God’s beloved betrayed us.”
“Pandora,” Willow breathed, her eyes widened.
“Yes. Pandora opened the Jar, and the Sins escaped. When they realised they couldn’t flee the room they were trapped in, they burrowed deep into our bodies, taking up residence. Using us, the Sins unlocked the portal to Earth and fled, stealing the one thing that could trap them. Nobody knows where the Jar is, although we’ve searched for thousands of years.
“But the Sins became a part of us, and we couldn’t tear them out. We were unaware of their need to eat until it was too late. So, every human we encountered became infected, and then those victims affected others. Soon, mankind had reabsorbed the Sins. It happened so quickly nobody could have stopped the pandemonium. Finally, the Sins began to feed; we were killing machines back then. My original invader was Devastation. When I stumbled upon someone else committing a crime using Devastation, my Sin attacked and killed them. Then Devastation absorbed its… offspring, I suppose you could call them.”
“Jesus,” Willow murmured, enraptured in his tale.
“Over time, we learned to manage the Sins, but not at once, and thousands died needlessly. We trained the Sins to hunt only evil-doers to ease their hunger, and finally, we had some measure of control. When we were attacked and invaded, our natural God bless bodies changed, and we turned nightmares to gaze upon. The Uber merman was never my shape. I had my Warrior side, which is what humankind is based upon, and my Poseidon form.”
“Wait, all humans are based on you alone?” Willow asked.
“No, the shape God’s Warriors took. Two arms and legs, etcetera.”
“Okay,” Willow said and wrapped her arms around her knees.
“We could not change from the monster shape; we were locked into it and, therefore, easily discoverable. As time passed, we learned to communicate telepathically as we spread out, not wishing to stay together. Some small groups remained, but our once united battalion was gone. Some of us found hiding places, and some became Gods and were worshipped.”
“You were a God,” Willow guessed.
“Yes, even though I had lost my God Warrior body, Poseidon’s shape stayed. I’d always had an infinity to control water. How or why, I don’t know? There were a few of us with abilities others didn’t have. Those like me, Lilith, and Pandora could live in the real world. Then there were Yeti, Big Foot, and Quasimodo, whose shapes had been so twisted they became easy targets. And that is what happened.
“Around the time of Atlantis sinking, Hunters appeared. Because we were so scattered, it was easy for them to begin picking us off. There is only one way to kill a Legendary Shifter, which is what we are called now. And that’s by beheading, cutting out the heart and burning all three parts. Leave even a fraction of a millimetre of skin left attaching the head and neck, and we will heal, although in great pain. So, when Hunters thought they’d killed us, they were wrong. But they soon learned. The human race is very adaptable.
