Second Installment to the Towards the Light series. Reading the previous story will not be necessary, but it is your decision. Comment and Rate!

Humanity. The supreme race that lorded over all of the other species of the earth as supreme not due to their strength, but due to their ingenuity. But among this species, there were those that were a step above the rest, the demigods among men, the superhumans among humanity. In ages long past, wars were waged and won by these demigods.

Their tales are immortalized in literature. Beowulf: the invincible hero who slew the demon. Gilgamesh: the insurmountable warrior who tamed the man beast. Samson: The biblical warrior who slew innumerable enemies with the jaw bone of a donkey.

But as humans, they all fell.

Beowulf fell, a careless mistake led to his death. Gilgamesh’s pride brought the anger of an insurmountable enemy. Samson lost his strength because of his unfaithfulness. Despite their imperfections, despite their failures, humanity continued to rely upon these demigods, the ones that were more than human, but just as human as everyone else.

As time went on, peace ensued due to the efforts of the physical demigods, and this allowed for the cultivation of a new family of hyperhumans. These were the intellectual titans, defined by their singular brilliance and ease of application of their knowledge into reality. These intellectual titans began to invent tools to elevate the standard of living, and the emphasis on physical prowess sharply declined. These physical demigods lost their importance in the face of scientific power that far exceeded human capacity. With the advent of the industrial revolution, the physical demigods rapidly became irrelevant, their importance was confined to pitifully few areas, such as sports, and thus began the reign of the intellectual titans.

Time went on and the world improved rapidly with intellectuals building upon the work of the past titans. There came about a new breed of demigods in the technological era. They derived their power not from their own physical prowess, not from their personal ingenuity, but from those around them. They were the great leaders that created lasting and notable changes not from their own power, but from cooperation. George Washington was not a strategic genius, nor was he an amazing shot with a musket. His aura of poise and affability was what united the bedraggled and undisciplined army into beating back the global power of his time. Benjamin Franklin was a portly and physically weak older man. However, due to his schemes and negotiations in France and other countries, he was able to supply George Washington’s army.

Time progressed and with the invention of television, internet, and social media, one person’s voice could be heard across the world. This was the era of opportunity for anyone to become a leader for any and possibly every person. The intellectual titans began to fade in the face of this new type of hyperhuman was born upon the earth where the physical demigods and the intellectual titans had all but lost importance. One might think that each generation of the special humanity replaced the other; however, in reality, each generation built upon the successes of the previous. Physical demigods brought about stability. Stability cultivated the technological innovations. Technological innovations cultivated mass social webs. The only thing that was replaced were the priorities. The people had single-mindedly shifted onto the next generation, never thinking of the values that were left behind. There were pockets in the world that valued the physical demigods in that day and age, but those pockets were technologically retarded; due to this, their beliefs could not stand on equal footing with the outside world, armed with technology that far exceeded human power alone.

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History has a funny way of repeating itself, yet propelling itself forward at the same time. No one person or organization can stop change, those who try have always failed. But no one even tried to stop the Merge, no one knew it would happen. That fateful day, our world merged with another. Accompanying that silvery explosion were denizens of their world, thrust into a universe they did not comprehend or understand.

Their values differed across their respective races, but generally, they were ones that valued individual prowess, a call back to the ancient civilizations. These races were different from the isolated pockets of humanity.

They. Were. Not. Weak.

They possessed physical demigods that matched the technological might of modern society. They changed the physical landscape the world had known for millennia in just a few seconds.

The merge.

Throwing the world into turmoil, there were numerous deaths ensuing in the confusion. Unnoticed among the deaths were those who were playing a certain game. An overload of data the company said. Unavoidable they said. No one really cared in the panic and instability.

One such man died from this. There were no headlines. Poor, insignificant Sameul Atronov was killed by the company’s “mistake.” Just another unfortunate accident in the Merge Panic of 2016. He was buried and it was done. He was a happy memory in his family’s minds. Sameul was Buried, him and his story ended there.

The story of the Night Father began.