Dungeon Raider System

"Are you not going to kill me now?" Uriel glared at Dana from his comfortable spot in the Pegasus cafeteria causing her to flinch.

"Go on, make yourself at home." Jon said as he placed his hand over Dana's shoulder as though he owned the place. His shameless demeanor irked Uriel, but it also brought some sense of normality.

"Of course not, you're my son." Dana replied to Uriel as she sat in front of him.

"You are my son too." Jon smiled.

"Whatever it is you did to make yourself invisible, can you do it again?" Uriel frowned, then turned to Dana. "what about the things you said? About me being a thing..."

"I didn't mean it," She said, then let out a sigh. "I did mean it, but it's not so easy to explain. I can see how many people you've killed and while I don't agree with what you've done, It tells me that you've had a rough life."

"I know what I've done and I don't need you, a stranger, to make excuses for me. What I need is answers." Uriel leaned forward and the cafeteria became silent as a grave. Not a single noise was made in the entire Pegasus which contrasted heavily with the loud atmosphere of people bickering or having a good laugh.

Upon hearing that Uriel had maybe found his real family was enough to even make Miss Dragonfang, the company's goofball, to sit in silent wait for Uriel to come out of the cafeteria.

"So, I'm the god of death." Dana said.

"Ha, ha! I'm the only one who's courted death and lived to tell the tale." Jon said when the implication finally sunk in, but Uriel was in no mood for jokes.

"Judging by your reaction, I assume you're the one in the picture, Jon." Uriel asked.

"Yes, that's what I looked like before getting my trait." Jon nodded.

"And you are his wife," Uriel asked Dana, receiving an affirmative reply. "so I really am your son."

Uriel didn't know how he felt, but this was certainly not the kind scene he pictured when he dreamed of reuniting with his family for so many years. Jon being his father was already bad enough, but for the literal god of death to be his mother it was shocking. At least for a couple seconds when he realized it actually did make sense.

He always had a strange relationship with death after all, even before acquiring his trait. Despite being considered by everyone as a coward, Uriel never actually feared death itself. He feared pain, humiliation and even being alone, but when push came to shove he was always the last one to back down in the face of danger.

This became even more evident after he became a hunter as even before having the power to face a monster rank cryptid in a fight, he somehow managed to kill a skinwalker by putting his neck on the line.

"Do you know other gods?"

"Sure, I know lots of them." Dana shrugged.

"Of course you do. You see, there's a certain god of water who probably wants me dead."

"I'll kill him, no biggie," Dana shrugged. "unless it's Poseidon, that guy is pretty chill."

"It's Arausio." Uriel said and Dana had a hard time holding her laughter.

"That old crab? I can't believe he's still calling himself the god of water. He's just a small fry, don't worry about him."

"I know a god too." Jon said with confidence and proceeded to lower his head and recite an ancient prayer. It was long and an in ancient Greek, a language both Uriel and Dana were familiar with.

"That's enough, Artie, show up," Dana clapped her hands and Artemis, the goddess of hunters appeared in a puff of smoke. "sorry, it was taking too long."

"Dana! You're finally free! Where are we going to celebrate!?" Artemis, or Artie as Dana called her, leaned in for an effusive hug that Dana replied politely.

"You're friends!" Jon gaped at the scene of his wife and the goddess he vowed his faith to hugging like old friends.

"We're not friends, we're besties!" Artemis said, refusing to let go of Dana who attempted to push her away.

"Does it really surprise you? You really couldn't put together the idea that the goddess of hunt and the goddess of death are friends?" Uriel scoffed.

"Yes, but..."

"I have so much to tell you about your hubbie here," Artemis chuckled to Dana, then directed a sharp gaze towards Jon, then looked at Uriel in confusion. "Is this your kid?"

"That is precisely what I wanted to talk to you about," Dana cracked her knuckles. "why didn't you give my son your blessing? Are you too good for him?"

"Oh! I just reminded there's a hunting party in America and you know how much I love parties." Artie stuttered as she attempted to phase into another dimension, which Dana cut short by flicking her fingers and causing Artemis to get on one knee.

"Did you forget I'm your elder?"

"Now you're looking like a goddess." Uriel admitted.

"You had one job, one. All you had to do was to reply when my child prayed and bestow your blessing on him. Knowing you were taking care of my family was the only comfort I had all the time I spent sealed in that cave."

"I couldn't do it! I tried, Okay," Artie blurted out. "someone beat me to it and gave him their blessing, it's someone far older than me and maybe even you."

"What kind of blessing did you get?" Dana asked Uriel who gave her a 'what do I know look', though he was consciously hiding the existence of Water Warlock. Uriel had no idea if Water Warlock was a god or something different, but talking about him would do him no good. Especially now that it was hitching a ride inside Sam.

"If you are the god of death, then, why didn't you just escape that place on your own? Why did you wait until someone opened the dungeon." Uriel asked knowing that the answer to that question was likely the explanation as to whether or not gods were the ones responsible of building the dungeons and, in turn, the ancient civilization to which Water Warlock belonged to.

"It's impossible, they're as much a shelter as they are traps. You see, I'm as old as humanity itself. I reaped the first human to ever live when he was around a thousand years old and from there things became more busy, so I had to hire help. That allowed me to go out from time to time during Halloweens..."

"The time of the year where the veil is at its weakest." Uriel nodded.

"You are as sharp as your..." Jon felt his blood froze under the icy glare of a murderous being and the annoyed gaze of his wife at the same time.

"Yes, that is correct. I tried to do the same, but it seems like they don't celebrate Halloween anymore and they also don't pray to me anymore. I tried everything, but the place being sacred didn't help."

"So, gods are not the ones who built the dungeons." Uriel let out a dejected sigh.

"No, those things are far older than me."

"How old did you say you were?" Jon asked, trying to sneakily get some information about the first humans who existed from someone who was there.

"What did you see in this jerk?" Uriel asked, disguising his genuine curiosity with mockery.

"That's a funny story, of all the people in the world, he was the most obsessed about me. He knew most of the instruments humanity invented to kill other humans, he also knew the specifics about mummification and basically everything related to death. It piqued my curiosity and I thought I'd have a chat with him. I was expecting some goth kid with mommy issues, but he was actually a charming scholar with a good taste for beer. We got drunk and one thing led to the other..."

"That's enough trauma, thanks." Uriel cut the story short, but curiosity got the best of him. "wait, you can get drunk?"

"If I want to, sure." Dana shrugged.

"My turn," Jon cleared his throat. "you can ask anything you want."

Uriel thought long and hard about what he wanted to ask Jon, but nothing came to mind. Despite admiring him from a young age, the moment he met Jon in person his disappointment only grew to the point where he barely acknowledged him as a colleague archaeologist.

"Come on, nothing!? Not even your real name?" Jon insisted.

"Look, just because you are biologically my parents doesn't mean you're my family. I have a family of my own and this changes nothing. That goes for you too." Uriel said to Dana who lowered her gaze.

"At least now I can finally say it, who's your da..." Jon didn't get to finish the sentence as Uriel went from 0 to 100 in less than a second. He activated Dash, overcharged it with flux and the spare energy went to his proto wings that gave him enough leverage to launch a powerful fist to Jon's face without causing any damage to the ship other than the new breach in the hull, that is.

"I'm impressed." Dana said, clapping softly.

"Can I go now?" Artie, still kneeling, pouted.