Hi.MY NAME IS Nathan Moya (PROLOGUE)
I hears a story about the , there was only God—
also known as The Everything, The Beyond.
An ancient, unknowable Entity whose existence overflowed with cosmic energy.
In an act that was neither mercy nor intention, God vomited reality itself.
Stars, realms, time, and consciousness spilled violently into the void. Among them emerged Monsteria—the primal Earth.
Monsteria was ruled by titanic beasts, ancient gods, and intelligent monsters. They were civilizations, not savages. They evolved. They learned. They grew powerful.
And they were watched.
The watcher were known as The Worshipped—transcendent being who feared what Monsteria's rulers might become.
Fear gave birth to action.
Thus came The Great Banishment blah blah.
Monsters were scattered across hell-realms, sealed inside forgotten dimensions, buried beneath the soil of the newborn Earth, or locked into eternal slumber beneath reality itself.
Monsteria was emptied.
Humanity rose in their place.
Fragile. Curious. Dangerous.
The Worshipped cursed humanity with Monsterization Symbiotes—gifts of power laced with infection, madness, and transformation.
And now…
In the year 2027—
The curse stirs again.
REDERN RIDGE — WILLOWBROOK
A quiet Country built too close to something it should never have been near.
Beyond the woods lay the Garden Codex, a hidden realm where the White Blue Heart Pillar stood—guarded by a single house no god dared to enter.
Locals whispered its name.
The Garden Behind the Fence.
Tourists filmed shadows moving where nothing should be. Wendigos. Demons. Werewolves. People vanished without sound.
Redfern Ridge earned a new name:
The Supernatural Calling.
NATHAN MOYA -i didn't believe till this ..
And into this town came Nkumkani Moya.
Thirteen years old. From South Africa.
Social. Restless. Obsessively fascinated with the supernatural.
Our parents were dead—lost in an earthquake.
He arrived with our other siblings siblings—Sasha, Jason, Trish—and his puppy, Lessy.
Nkumkani never believed in school.
Never believed in numbers.
Never believed in the "real world."
THE MOMENT HE STEPPED INTO THE SUPERNATURAL SINGULARITY HE GOT CAUGHT UP WITH THE WHOLE SUPERNATURAL MULTIVERSE WHAT WHAT WHAT I NEVER ACTUALLY CARED ABOUT IT ALL TILL 2027.
SCENE 1 👊 — BRIAN: THE Fist PULSE
In the heart of a decaying subway station, Brian, the anti-hero with arms like hydraulic pistons, stood before a pulsing mass of sentient sludge. The Bacteria Beast hissed, a mountain of infectious grime and glowing green nuclei.
Brian cracked his neck, his Mega Fists hissing as steam vented from the elbow joints.
Brian: "You know, my doctor told me to avoid germs. But I think he'll make an exception if I turn you into a puddle of Lysol."
The beast surged forward, a wave of rotting filth. Brian didn't flinch. He planted his feet, the concrete cracking beneath his boots. He wound up a right hook that glowed with kinetic heat.
Brian: "Cleanliness is next to godliness. Time to meet your maker."
BOOM. The impact didn't just hit the monster; it vaporized the cellular bonds. Brian stood in the center of a scorched circle, shaking green slime off his metal knuckles.
SCENE 2 🎸 — THE PRIMENESIS HARVEST
The "Neon Pulse" concert was peaking. Five thousand fans screamed as the bass dropped—but the drop never ended. From the rafters, a shimmering, oily mist descended. The Primenesis.
It wasn't a gas; it was a sentient infection. As the fans inhaled, their eyes didn't just change color—they fractured like broken glass.
A girl in the front row gripped her throat. Her skin rippled as if something was swimming beneath it. She looked at her boyfriend, but instead of a scream, a metallic screech tore from her throat. Within seconds, the mosh pit wasn't dancing—it was hunting. The infection spread like a wildfire of biology, turning a night of music into a silent, systematic takeover of the human form.
SCENE 3 🟣 — DECAULION SHADOWFURY
In the neon-soaked sprawl of Varkhass, Decaulion Shadowfury sat on the precipice of a skyscraper, his boots dangling over a thousand-foot drop. He scratched nervously at his knee, his chipped black nail polish catching the flickering light of the billboards.
The sky shifted. Not to night, but to a bruised, unnatural purple.
A shadow rose behind him, detached from any light source. It had his face, but the eyes were voids of static.
Shadow Decaulion: "Your power needs to be fed now… me." Decaulion: "W-what…? I didn't ask for this! Stay back!" Shadow Decaulion: "The curse doesn't care about 'asking,' Decaulion. We are the same ink in the same pen. Now we are one."
Decaulion's mind snapped. He screamed, lunging for the stairwell, his vision blurring into a kaleidoscope of gore and static.
Decaulion: "It's all in my head… all in my head… all in my fucking head!"
Reality jerked like a snagged film reel. He was back on the edge. The wind was cold. But he wasn't alone. He turned to find a security guard slumped against the HVAC unit, his chest caved in by a force no human could exert. Decaulion looked down. His hands were warm, wet, and stained crimson.
SCENE 4 🔥 — DAMON MAY
The Burning Wastes lived up to their name. Damon May, a Plasma Vanguard whose soul felt as charred as the ground, knelt in the shifting ash. The scar across his left eye throbbed, a permanent reminder of the day his world ended.
Grotesque, insectoid creatures skittered in the distance, feeding on the remnants of his civilization. He closed his eyes, and the memory hit him like a physical blow.
The Flashback: Damon vs. Law Haye, the enforcer of "Order." Steel clashed against plasma. Law's blade was a blur of surgical precision.
Law: "Chaos must be pruned, Damon."
A swift upward arc. The blade opened Damon's face. Debris from the crumbling Vanguard HQ exploded around them. Damon's scream was lost in the roar of the fire. Then, the cold sensation of steel driving deep into his stomach. He collapsed, clutching his midsection as the world turned to grey ash.
SCENE 5 🧠 — SHERLOCK HOLMES
Thirteen-year-old Sherlock Holmes leaned so far across the cafeteria table he was nearly in John Watson's lap. His eyes were darting, analyzing the dust motes in the air.
Sherlock: "Do you believe in the supernatural, John? Truly?" John: "No. I believe in biology, physics, and the fact that you haven't eaten your lunch. Why?" Sherlock: "The data doesn't fit the mold. What if there's more? Mysteries that aren't just 'who stole the cookies,' but forces that defy the Euclidean geometry of our world?" John: "This is why I don't let you help your dad at the precinct. You're going insane, Sherlock. It's stress."
Sherlock let out a sharp, barking laugh that made the librarian hiss for silence.
Sherlock: "Relax. I'm just curious. Though curiosity is usually the first symptom of enlightenment."
SCENE 6 🌩️ — THE DIMENSIONAL SHIFT
Daniel Ncube shouldn't have been in the Burning Wastes. One moment he was in his room; the next, he was breathing ash. He saw a man kneeling—Damon May.
Daniel reached out, his fingers brushing Damon's shoulder.
SNAP.
The atmosphere inverted. Reality fractured like a mirror hit by a hammer. Damon slammed onto rain-soaked concrete, the smell of ozone replacing the scent of burning flesh.
Damon: "HELP! SOMEONE!"
A man in a trench coat approached, holding an umbrella with practiced nonchalance. Bruce Holmes.
Bruce: "You're the strangest thing I've seen today, and I once saw a cat play the cello. You're leaking... glowy bits."
Damon lunged, grabbing Bruce's collar with shaking hands.
Damon: "What did you do to me?! Where is the fire?!" Bruce: "I did nothing but exist. Now get off me, you're wrinkling the wool. Want a ride? You look like you've been through a blender."
SCENE 7 ☄️ — MALTHERION'S ARRIVAL
In a quiet Florida forest, the air began to hum with a frequency that killed the birds in the trees. A crack opened in mid-air—black, jagged, and bleeding white light. Maltherion, the Destruction, stepped through.
Maltherion: "Florida. My favorite place to destroy. The humidity really carries the screams."
A small child ran past, chasing a ball, oblivious to the god of ruin.
Maltherion: "Hey BRAT!!!!!! THINK FAST!"
Maltherion flicked a finger. A beam of pure destruction energy hissed through the air, vaporizing the child instantly. Not even ash remained.
Maltherion: "Hehehe... tell him. Tell Zephyr I am back!"
SCENE 8 🇿🇦 — THE MOYA PREPARATION
Nkumkani Moya stood in the driveway of the new house in Redfern Ridge. His mother, Sasha, was carrying boxes, her face set in a mask of "fresh start" optimism.
Sasha: "This is it, Nkumkani. A new life. No more trouble."
Nkumkani stayed silent. He wasn't looking at the house. He was looking at The Garden. The fence that felt like a barrier between life and something much older.
Nkumkani: "Let's prepare for hell, Lessy."
He stepped toward the treeline. Suddenly, a Skinwalker—a twisted mockery of a coyote—lunged from the shadows. Nkumkani didn't flinch. As the creature snapped, royal-blue cursed matter erupted from his fists like a solar flare. He caught the beast's jaw and shattered it.
Nkumkani: "WHAT!!!!!! I HAVE A SUPERPOWER."
Nkumkani:Lessy we got to go hahaha i cant wait to use them.
SCENE 9 ⚔️ — THE BIG TWO
Nathan Moya (24) and Lucifer Morningstar (24) were mid-spar in a clearing that looked like a bomb had gone off. Nathan's Cursed Energy flickered like blue lightning, while Lucifer manipulated the very air into solid walls.
Nathan: "How positive are you that these things are building a hive?" Lucifer: "One: They are called Skinwalkers, not 'things.' Respect the brand. Two: I'm positive. I can smell the rot." Nathan: "So we go in and destroy it. Simple." Lucifer: "Buddy, listen. These are Level 4 threats. We have to be careful." Nathan: "WHAT?! Level 4? And we're waiting?! I hate waiting!" Lucifer: "Don't worry, bro. We're going to the Forest Kimingi. You know, where magic was invented? The place containing 900 gods and monsters?" Nathan: "This shit is about to be fire!"
Lucifer almost let a slur slip in his excitement, catching himself just in time. Nathan, however, took the opportunity to punch Lucifer square in the backside.
Lucifer: "OHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCK! NATHAN!" Nathan: "My BADDD TWIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNN! Hehehe." Lucifer: "Nathan Moya, you are a disgrace!"