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They would not rest until they had brought the Supreme God Destroyer to justice and ensured the safety of the world. Amidst the moonlit expanse of a desolate forest, seven imposing figures, their hulking forms cloaked in the shadows, stood triumphant, their laughter echoing through the silent trees. These were the Seven Werewolf Supreme God Destroyers, an elite group of rouges known for their unmatched power and cunning.

Prologue: The cousins: “Oh shit yall back! We thought yall got tired of the foolishness we got going on, because we sure as shit, done got tired of the bullshit ourselves. We thought yall was gonna be quick about it, but it’s been a minute. So anyway Even though yall been gone long, I might as well tell you now, we still haven't had a chance to enjoy shit; not a damn thing. Do you know why? I can tell you why, it's because for some fucking reason supernatural motha fuckas are always mad about something. I mean they don't like nobody, all they want to do is kill folks, kidnap you, impregnate, or try an force you to be with them. Did I miss one? It don't matter you get where this is going. Now

I’m used to Jonathan’s crazy inventions, but that’s different from all this. I am not used to the idea of there being werewolves and vampires. If they are real, what the fuck else is? Fairies? Leprechauns? Genies? Legit, how much of Supernatural is real? Are there hunters out there like Sam and Dean? Is there a God? If he’s anything like Chuck, it would explain why the world is fucked.

Lia screamed, her voice cracking. The horror in her eyes wasn't just from the danger, but from witnessing such an atrocity against food. This is my Indomie! You're not getting it! Bima shouted, scrambling back, pulling Lia with him. Lia, he's insane! He's obsessed with making the most extreme content! [System Suggestion: Use your 'Meme Creator Skill'! Create a meme that belittles the BOSS Zombie's content! This can disrupt his focus!] Meme Creator? Bima thought fast.

So this isn't his first rodeo. "I think I'm an alright person. It depends on who you ask, though." I give him a little wink, and he laughs, "How many of these have you been to?" "This is my sixteenth time attending." Wow. I don't know why I expected a lower number. "So, you've met quite a few humans then, huh? I've never met a supernatural." He cringes. "We do not like being called *supernaturals*. We prefer being called *mystical*. Supernatural suggests we are abnormal, and it desensitizes us. We are just as natural as mortal beings." I feel embarrassed.

He stopped when he saw me grinning at my phone, i was laughing out loudly . “Oh, you need to see this,” I said, waving him over. He sat beside me, and I started showing him the posts, the memes, the gossip videos. Someone had even edited me into a superhero poster titled “The CEO They Feared.” Damon laughed so hard he had to hold his stomach. “Aurora… you are trending. Wildly trending.” “I know,” I said, shaking my head. “Apparently, being accused of murder, surviving, coming back, and renaming the company is entertaining.”

Alexandre leans in, gently wiping my cheeks with a warm towel and whispers: — You know what? Even the most fearsome pirates need breaks, warm baths, and laughter. And you, you are braver than you think. A small smile finally appears on my lips. Alexandre laughs softly, a sound that fills the room with a warmth I thought long lost. — And now, he adds with a wink, I have a joke for you. Why don’t ghosts like the rain? — I don’t know… why? — Because they hate getting soaked… and losing their… ghostly elegance!

His packmates didn’t let him down. “That’s awesome.” “Get a new phone before you go.” “If you’re lying and hiding out in your apartment for 3 days, you’re a bigger pussy than I think you are.” His group emailed them one last time. Darrell, stop watching ‘Supernatural.’ Dean is not a good role model for vocabulary choices. Nate, I’m a big boy. I’ll be fine. You know this. Elliot, fuck off you dickhead. I adore you, too. Leave Joan for me and it’s on.

I breathlessly panted out amidst huge cheers before flipping my finger at the commenting, bratty sextuplet siblings of mine. “DID KYLER DIE BECAUSE OF HER BAD BREATH ? HE DOES NOT SEEM TO BE RESPONDING OR WAKING UP AFTER THE DEATH INDUCING KISS!!” “I WON’T BE SURPRISED IF THE POWERFUL BLUE MOON ALPHA WOLF COULD NOT STAND IT. IT IS ACTUALLY ATROCIOUS AND CAN BE USED TO MAKE STINKIER FART BOMBS” “SAY NO TO BIOHAZARDS AND SAY NO TO SAMANTHA !!”

"Stop making fun of me already, will you?" "Whatever makes you think I'm doing that?" "Everything! You all are! I'm not an idiot. And this prank isn't funny anymore. So quit it already." She was getting agitated now. That was better than the hysterical laughter, but only marginally. "It's not a prank, Ivy. It's the truth." Ivy shook her head, not ready to believe me. "No, it's not. Supernatural creatures exist only in shows and movies, everyone knows that. You're not going to fool me."