Damian's Immortal

Whatever had happened in the immortal realm to make him hate the little bastards, he was glad the sense of distrust wasn't wiped out with his memories. Jule Transported himself from the Other's Irish manor to the study of the White God's temporary headquarters in Texas. Damian appeared to be waiting for him, perched on the corner of a mahogany desk with his arms crossed.

"'Bout time," Damian said before Jule's eyes opened. "Something you wanna tell me?"

"You know me too well," Jule said with a smile. "We need to talk, D."

"I'd say so. I'll send Dusty out to keep an eye on Ireland." The White God bristled with power, but his smile was quick. The friendship between them stretched thousands of years, to just before the Schism. Gazing at his adopted brother and recalling everything they'd done to protect humans, Jule had no doubt giving up his life in the immortal world was worth it, despite Xander's uncertainty.

"Thanks, D," Jule said quietly.

"I called off the hit on your woman," Damian said. His golden eyes were calm, and he was dressed as if he'd just finished sparring.

"Thanks, D," Jule said again. "I never told you why I was exiled from the immortal world, mainly because I didn't fully know why myself."

"I take it now's the time," Damian said with a snort. "Start talking."

"I don't remember much of anything, D, but from what I've gathered, I was an Original Being tasked to help you navigate the transition to Godhood. I just refused to return. I'm remembering some things. Every time there's a new era-where either a Black or White God transitions-an Original Being is released from whatever exile the immortals inflicted upon him. The hope is that the Original Being will oversee the transition and make sure none of the immortal entities interfere."

"They're doing a shitty job," Damian said. "The Watchers and Others will wipe out everyone."

"It's worse than that. I ran into the Original Vamp already and am under the impression all the Original Beings are free. The Watchers must've done a number on me before I left. I can't remember the time before the Schism, except for you and Darian, and my magic is but a fraction of what it once was."

Damian was quiet for a moment. "Sofi said the Originals aren't what we've been led to believe them to be. I trust her, and I think you're the proof."