WARNING: SPOILERS!!! ~A Watty's 2019 Submission!

Saved for Journey to Scarheart (Sequel to All My Friends Are Heathens)

"We'll wait out here for you, Amber." Elijah told me. "Just shout if he tries anything funny." I nodded, then headed into the building.

The door shut behind me with a bang, and I realised just how heavy it really was. No mortal could possibly pry that door open. The joys of Heathen strength.

I slowly walked down the corridor, my footsteps echoing as I went further inside to the end, and opened the door to reveal a dark skinned man standing there, his back facing me, his hand clasped behind his back.

"I've been expecting you, Amber Blood." He said without question. I merely stood there, mentally prepared for whatever came at me. After all, this guy was the first Heathen. Who knew what he was capable of?

"Tanya told you." I said. "She said that she would." The man, Scarheart, turned around to face me, revealing a face of scars and wrinkles, and eyes that had seen too much.

"That, she did. I assume you're here to learn the true origin of the Heathens?" I nodded.

"Yes, that's why I'm here. My friends told me that they were created in a laboratory, but Tanya said that it was impossible."

"Of course its impossible." He scoffed. "Do you honestly think they could create a human with only half of a heart? Or perhaps one like your friend Elijah, whom has the thirst for blood and can't face the sunlight. Or even Xavier, who's ability to fly gives him a need of more food than the average human and the strength of three men his age." I thought about it.

"Well, I mean, to make a human with wings, wouldn't that take splicing DNA and mixing it up and all?" Scarheart sniffed in disdain.

"I see that you've read. But, it takes more than a bit of gene splicing to create an entirely different human. No, you need proper genes, ancestry, evolution." I raised an eyebrow.

"Ancestry? Evolution? You mean, you're not the first Heathen?" Scarheart shook his head.

"No, although I am the first to be seen as a mutant or as we call ourselves, a Heathen. Before, Heathens were seen as gods, or simply monsters. I suppose you remember in Greek mythology, the legend of Zeus and Hades and all of the gods?"

"They were Heathens?" He nodded.

"Yes. They were born, and found their Heathen abilities young. When they found that they were worshipped, they made up the story of their parents being gods, and the Greeks believed it. Zeus, with his abilities of lightning, Poseidon with his of the sea, Athena with her wisdom..."

"Why was Hades then called the Lord of the Underworld if he didn't really run the Underworld?" I asked, and Scarheart came closer to me.

"Because one touch..." I felt his fingertips trail along my arm, goosebumps rising, but I didn't move otherwise. "And you were dead in an instant." I shivered then as his fingers made their way up my shoulder, and stopped to trail across my neck, before falling. "No one, could touch him."

"So Heathen blood comes from the very beginning?" I asked, moving on.

"Something in the very first human." He told me, taking my hand and running his fingers along my arm where the veins showed through my tanned arm. "Something in their blood that was overlooked, and turned into the Heathens we are today." I looked down at my arm as he traced my veins.