Scott and Jesús were sitting opposite each of other in Scott’s office. There was silence for a moment, the uncomfortable type. Jesús decided he should break the silence; the sooner it’s commenced, whatever it is, the sooner it ends. “Why don’t you tell me who you are, I know nothing of you. Only that I heard your name from that one Mayan God.”

“Gukumatz you mean, he commands the four elements, earth, fire, water, and air.”

Scott paused for a moment. “Let’s see, I guess I should start off with how old I am.” Closing his eyes and taking in a relaxed breath, he leaned back in his office chair with wheels and said, “I am two hundred and eighteen years old.” His left eye opened to see if Jesús had any sort of reaction, “Any questions?”

“Why so long? Have there been any leaders before you?”

“You catch on fast, impressive… well, the reason for such a time is because every time a magical being such as myself gets to lead the Kanan Kuxtal team, we get our age… frozen, I guess my biological age would be around eighteen years old.” Scott sits up and rests with his arms on his desk, hands clasped. “As for the leaders of the team, you could say they come and go as they please, the last one’s current name before I took over, is Devon, he lives in America now, his age is still frozen at twenty-three.”

“Can he ever change that? Go back to regular aging?” Jesús was a bit intrigued.

“He could if he so chose to…. But in reality, would you really go back to aging like everyone else? It’s like trying to choose a muddy slippery road over a maintained, clean highway. Do you know what I mean?”

“I guess I know what you mean, like ones you are in that situation, there is probably no need ever counteract it. Could he die via other methods?”

“Actually yes he could, it just depends on his true destiny. Speaking of, you must be wondering what my power is, am I wrong?”

“Yes you are wrong, I was not wondering about that at all.”

Ignoring the statement from Jesús, Scott continued, “I have the ability to see anything and everything around me at will, with occasionally privileged visions of the future.”

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"How fun."

"Not so fun when you eventually figure out you are good at being a coward."

"How modest."

Scott shrugged his shoulders and without expression, he asked, "would you like to know some history?"

"Why not."

"Once there was a secret Indian tribe, and this particular tribe found out that with science and magic, they could create the greatest force in the universe… magic beings."

"How did they figure that?"

Scott smiled, "They had help from our very own Rob or Zanithos as he was known at the time. As you may recall, from our earlier introductions, he is an immortal daemon, born of another universe that is different from ours, it currently does not exist. If I may, here is how the story goes... A long, long time ago, in a random, alternate universe, peace unknown to us existed. That unbelievable concept was allowed to happen because of a god. His thinking, when aligned to our own universe's standards was unique. His vision was indeed, everlasting peace. This god was the organized sort and a deep analytical thinker, so peace to the god wasn't at all impossible. Of course, not all gods are missing those capabilities, they just have different styles of ruling a universe. As for the alternate universe, the god allowed magic to exist in a universally known way, because of the advanced peace. With that in consideration, power was never abused in the sense of evil doings. The god who was known to the daemons as Arambeya, eventually saw too much evil in his universe, the daemons ruled everything, the god was depressed so as a last resort, he ended that universe. Nothing remained except a cluster of colorful lights that looks like a nebula, except that the nebula will never change unless the god wills it to change. Within the nebula, all of Arambeya’s souls from the old universe dwell in their heaven, once in a while, if you stare into the nebula, you can hear Arambeya speaking to his souls. In fact, the nebula exists outside this current universe separated by a long stretch of darkness. The only reason our current universe exists is because according to the laws of conservation of energy if a god stops a universe from existing in the physical world, a new god will spontaneously exist who will create another universe. Also, space is so vast, those other universes exist beyond any senses, even a god’s senses."

Intrigued Josh said, "Wow, what a world we live in. How did Rob help those Indians?"

"Rob told me it wasn't that hard, magic exists everywhere. Earth magic just needed a catalyst, and since Rob was already magical, he was the key. Also, magical abilities are passed on all over the world to those who are receptive, new ones are made through genetics, and words can be enchanted to perform a certain task given from said subject."

"Wait you said the ancient daemons were evil right? Shouldn't Rob be inherently evil as well? and how did he survive his world's destruction?"

"Great question Jesús, as it turns out, the daemons of old had genes that gave them the ability to go through a speedy evolution, that's why they ended up ruling their universe. Rob at the time had an instruction in his DNA that allowed him to temporarily disappear out of existence, so nothing, not even a god could touch him. When his universe was destroyed he was excluded. Eventually, Rob popped back into existence but he was in complete darkness. He floated around for a really long time, for ages, until he witnessed the creation of our universe. Even then, he was still alone. Then at one point, he stumbled upon young Earth, there were no lifeforms at the time but he stuck around because he was tired of floating. He got to witness the beginning of life, as well as the destruction of which he had no hand in. I guess that's why his heart changed, he turned his back on evil and followed the ways of a saint."