The Disciple: First Mission

Epilogue

I had always known Nathan would make the decision—he'd always been inclined to take risks, to leap into the unknown with the same confidence he wore like a second skin. But hearing him actually say it, seeing that unwavering resolve in his eyes, made it real.

"I accept," Nathan said, his voice steady as ever, a quiet power in his words. "I accept James's offer. I'll join the Myth Legends."

It was not exactly a surprise. After everything we had seen, everything we had learned, Nathan was destined for something greater. The world wasn't going to let him stay in the shadows for long. Still, the finality of his words hit me like a wave crashing against jagged rocks.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked, keeping my tone neutral, though a part of me wanted to challenge him, to make him rethink. It wasn't just about power or the titles they handed out like candy—it was the responsibility. Becoming a part of the Myth Legends meant more than just joining a group of extraordinary individuals. It meant stepping into a legacy older than time itself, one filled with its own rules, dangers, and burdens.

Nathan didn't flinch. He met my gaze, a smirk tugging at his lips. "If there's anything I've learned, Gabriel, it's that the only way to avoid being a myth is to become one."

And that was Nathan. Fearless. Always thinking two steps ahead, even when the road was treacherous.

James had approached him, offering him the title of Myth Legend of Egyptian Mythology, an honor that had weight behind it. The gods of Egypt weren't just myths—they were real. The power of Ra, Osiris, Anubis—they would all become part of Nathan's essence. His bloodline, his abilities, his fate would now be intertwined with the very fabric of one of the oldest mythologies in the world.

I nodded slowly, my mind working through the implications. The Myth Legends were not just a group of people with abilities; they were forces unto themselves, each of them embodying aspects of mythology in a way that bent reality. I knew Nathan had the strength for it, but he had no idea what this would fully mean. But it wasn't my place to warn him—not yet, at least.

Before I could say anything more, the sudden blare of alarms cut through the tense silence of our surroundings. It was a sound we had come to associate with something terrible—a signal that something had gone terribly wrong. My head snapped toward the screen in the corner of the room, where the news feed was flashing. Images of chaos, people running, buildings crumbling, and a strange, flickering shadow overhead.

The broadcast was coming from downtown.

"Terrorist attack," Nathan muttered, his eyes narrowing as he watched the chaos unfold. "This doesn't feel right, though."

The air in the room seemed to thicken. I could feel it—the electricity in the atmosphere, the sense that something far darker was looming just beneath the surface. There was a chill in my spine that wasn't just from the cold. It was a feeling, a sense of foreboding.

"This..." I started, but I couldn't find the words.

A symbol flashed briefly on the screen—a sigil that made my blood run cold. It was an ancient design, one that I had only seen once before in the depths of the most forbidden texts. A sigil connected to him. Lucifer.

"Lucifer," Nathan whispered, his face turning grim. "It's him. He's making his move."

We stared at the screen in shock as the camera panned upward, revealing an impossibly dark figure, taller than any human, standing atop the wreckage of a collapsed skyscraper. His silhouette glowed with an eerie, unholy light, like the very fabric of the world was warping around him.

I could feel his presence—a terrible, chilling aura that reached out across dimensions. Lucifer was here, in this world, and he wasn't waiting anymore.

Nathan's decision to join the Myth Legends had just opened a door—a door that we could never close again.

"We need to prepare," I said, my voice low, edged with the certainty of what was to come. I turned to Nathan, knowing that this was just the beginning. "You've just stepped into a bigger world than you could have imagined."

He didn't look scared. Instead, he was focused, sharp. "Let's get to work."

And as we watched the city burn, the first storm clouds of a much darker age began to gather.