Hey there, Author here, I am sorry I took so long to upload a new chapter but it's been a pretty rough week. From now on I will write at least 2 chapters each week since I still want to finish writing this book. I also took so long because I redefined certain things about the world and story that will greatly benefit the future of this story. I hope you like this chapter and if you have any doubts or observations just leave me a comment.
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POV: Helen Parr
The house was quiet.
Too quiet.
Jazelle was supposedly at a sleepover, but I knew better. That girl was too much like me in my reckless youth, spirited, impulsive, and secretive. Unlike her twin, Violet, who'd locked herself away in her room again, headphones on, music blasting, lost in her usual world of shadows and solitude. Dash had miraculously exhausted himself and snored on the couch, limbs sprawled in every direction. And Bob, he'd rushed off to the store after I told him we were out of groceries. We weren't, but I needed space. A breath. Silence.
My hands moved slowly over my stomach. It had grown so much that even sitting felt like a chore. But there was something comforting about the weight. A familiar presence. A gentle reminder that someone was growing and living inside of me, someone small, someone precious, who already meant the world to me.
I let out a sigh as I leaned back into the couch cushions. This pregnancy had been different from the first two, not in any way that caused concern but I couldn't pretend not to notice anymore. I was growing stronger as the months passed and the baby grew, It was as if my baby was making me stronger just by being inside of me. I didn't know what it meant, and I wasn't ready to confront it. So I distracted myself with TV, snacks, and silence. Anything to delay that inevitable truth. The TV played some rerun of a sitcom I'd half-forgotten the name of. There was laughter, studio applause, and a fake world full of simple problems. It presented a welcomed escape.
Then it hit me.
A sharp pain. Like a snap of a rubber band across my lower back. I jolted upright, my hand flying instinctively to my stomach. Then came the warmth, but it wasn't water, it was sweat. My own body was reacting to something it knew before I did.
"Oh no..." I whispered.
It was time.
Bob didn't answer his phone the first time. I called again, and again. Eventually, I gave up and grabbed the hospital bag, already packed and waiting near the door for this exact moment, and staggered out to the car in the fastest and most careful way I could manage. My body felt heavy and slow. Not just pregnant-heavy... off somehow. Like my muscles were working overtime to keep everything steady.
By the time Bob answered, I was halfway there. His voice was panicked, fumbling. "I'll meet you there!" he shouted. The sound of tires screeched in the background.
When I arrived, I barely made it to the front desk. The nurse asked my name, something about insurance, but everything else blurred into the background.
The pain came in waves. Real, raw, full-bodied pain that shook me to my core. But underneath that was something… else. That same strength that I had been feeling growing in me, was somehow protecting me. Holding something back. Or maybe holding someone in and preparing me for the fateful moment.
There was more commotion than usual. More readings on the monitors. A brief moment when I saw two nurses glance at each other with raised eyebrows.
I wasn't worried. Not really. This was my fourth child. I'd done this before. But something deep in my gut whispered what I already knew, that this time was different.
The hours stretched. Contractions came fast, faster than I remembered from the twins or Dash. But through it all, I felt grounded. Empowered, almost. As if every breath brought me closer not just to meeting my baby… but to becoming someone stronger.
Bob showed up near the end. Out of breath, and wide-eyed, his hands found mine and I squeezed like I'd never let go. He kissed my forehead and whispered, "You've got this," like he always did. And now, as my hand squeezed him with enough strength to break his bones. I pushed one last time and felt something ancient stir within me. Something sacred and terrifying. And then I heard it, a cry.
It was deep, resonant, almost haunting.
The lights in the room flickered and time seemed to slow down.
My boy was born.
The doctor placed him on my chest. He was small, warm, and wrapped up tight in a blue hospital blanket. And even though I was so tired that I felt I would fall asleep instantly. When I saw him, I was so shocked that all the tiredness was banished instantly. His skin was paler than normal in a way that made me worry about his health, and his hair... god his hair was an intense scarlet red with streaks of silver-white. It had nothing in common with my chestnut brown, nor the golden blonde of his father. But that wasn't the last shock because when he blinked open his eyes for the first time, I was entrapped, they were two pools of endless azure, layered and deep, like shifting galaxies within irises, it was the most beautiful thing I had seen in my life and when those beautiful and deep eyes looked right at me, I felt like they could tell everything about me and look at things I didn't even know about myself.
When he closed his eyes, I snapped myself out of the trance they had put me in and the thing I knew while he was in my belly was proved to be right, this was not an ordinary child. He was something more. Something extraordinary.
Yet when Bob-Mr. Incredible himself peered over my shoulder, his expression that was full of happiness, love, and hope, darkened.
"That's not... he doesn't look like either of us Helen" he muttered.
My throat tightened. When I first looked at my child's appearance, I had dreaded this. And it was not that I doubted herself, after all, I had never cheated, but I feared what Bob may think.
Almost as if understanding his father, the newborn opened his deep, piercing eyes for just a second looked right at Bob—and then closed them again.
"He is so different, Helen did you..." Before he could finish I interrupted him
"Did I what Bob?" I said with a threatening tone
"He's ours, Bob," Helen said. "I don't care what he looks like. I carried him. I felt his heartbeat. He is mine and yours"
Bob didn't respond. His eyes were fixed on the child's body, the unreal tone of his hair, his skin, but most of all, those eyes.
"Then what is he, how do you explain how he looks?" he asked, voice low.
Helen bristled. "He's our son Bob, and that's all that matters".
"And I love him. And if you can't accept him because he is different, then maybe you need to think about what kind of father you really are."
The silence that followed was heavier than any scream.
"Kael," I suddenly whispered to break the silence. The name had come to me in a dream a few nights before. I hadn't even told Bob. "His name is Kael."
Bob, still shocked, leaned over me, looking down at our son, and although I could still see some anger and confusion in his eyes. He still said smiling. "Kael... I like it," "My son."
Later, after they cleaned him up and we were alone in the room, and Kael had fallen asleep, I couldn't stop staring. My fingers traced the soft edge of his cheek, he was perfect, and for a brief moment, I could've sworn the air shimmered around us. Just faintly. Almost like heat rising off the pavement. But when I blinked, it was gone.
He shifted slightly in my arms, his tiny fist curling near his face. And my heart clenched so tightly I thought it might burst. Whatever else the future held, whoever he might become, whatever that strange strength I'd felt during those long hours of labor was, none of it mattered.
He was here. He was mine. And I would protect him with everything I had.
Always.
POV Kael
Darkness again. But not the cold, suffocating kind. No, this one was warm, gentle, almost… familiar.
It wrapped around me like a cocoon. The last thing I remembered was the Trickster's realm. His smirk, unblinking eyes that seemed to peel away layers of your soul without touching you, and his terrifying smile. He'd granted all six of my wishes, I should have questioned it more, should have rejected the chance when I felt something wrong.
But I didn't. Because I was ready to be born anew. To live a life designed by me, sculpted by my desires. And so, I fell—I fell from the Trickster's realm into something much more terrifying: life.
At first, it was just sound. Muffled, rhythmic. A heartbeat, not mine. Then pressure—waves of it, squeezing me toward something unknown. The warmth turned hot. The comfort turned chaotic.
And then… light.
It struck me like lightning. Blinding and all-consuming. My eyes clamped shut, but not before I saw colors I didn't know existed. Shapes beyond logic. It tore through me, and I cried—not just from shock, but because something deep inside me responded to that moment. And the world, in turn, seemed to tremble.
My mind, still fragmented between who I was, what I had lived the past centuries in that void, and who I am now, scrambled to make sense of it all. When I came to my senses I was being held, cradled, in arms that trembled not from weakness but emotion. A scent filled my lungs for the first time. Sweet vanilla. Hints of flowers. Something faintly citrus. I didn't know why, but it reminded me of safety, of a time and place that no longer existed.
Following that scent and the presence that came with it, I turned and opened my eyes, still a little bit scared of what had happened before, and I finally saw her.
She was perfect. A woman with fiery auburn hair sticking to her cheeks. She looked to be in her late thirties. Her beautiful face was flushed with exhaustion, and her pink lips were trembling as she looked at me like I was her entire world.
But that wasn't all. Around her, I could see something else. A green energy, fluid and alive, dancing with emotion, shifting hues as she looked at me. Not understanding what I was seeing I closed my eyes once again. But I noticed something I had overlooked before, I didn't understand it, but I could see her, even when my eyes were closed. I could still see, weirdly and differently, the silhouette and overall look of the woman holding.
But those brief moments when I saw her were enough to know one thing.
She is my mother.
This radiant, beautiful, powerful woman… was my mother.
And for the first time since making that damn deal, I felt peace.
Until I heard a voice.
A man's voice. Deep, hesitant. "That's not... he doesn't look like either of us, Helen."
The words pierced through the warmth like a blade of ice. What did he mean? How could someone say that—about their newborn son? Was I really that different?
Curiosity burned hotter than confusion. I had to see him—the man who seemed to reject me at first glance. When I opened my eyes again, I connected the face to the energy I'd already sensed.
He was massive. Easily two meters tall, with wide shoulders and arms like tree trunks. He looked to be in his mid-40s, and a little obese. He also has blond hair, fair skin, and blue eyes filled with suspicion. And just like my mother, he had that green aura—but his was heavier, thicker, laced with flickers of orange, like sparks threatening to ignite.
I closed my eyes again before I got overwhelmed like the previous times and analyzed what I saw, he looked familiar to me but I couldn't quite place from where, and by the look of his face he was confused and angry. What was it about me that could've caused such emotions in someone who should be experiencing one of the happiest moments in his life?
Before I could sink too much into my thoughts, I heard him say something that caused anger like I hadn't felt in ages: "He is so different, Helen did you..." but before he could say what I knew was coming my mother said angrily.
"He's ours, Bob, I don't care what he looks like. I carried him. I felt his heartbeat. He is mine and yours" Her comment warmed something broken inside me. She loved me. No conditions. No doubts. And in that moment, I vowed to return that love tenfold.
Bob-My father- didn't respond. And I could 'see' him peering over me.
"Then what is he, how do you explain how he looks?" he asked, with a low voice.
Right now I wish I could see myself, WHAT IN THE HELL DID THAT GOD DO TO ME?
My mother responded. "He's our son Bob, and that's all that matters".
"And I love him. And if you can't accept him because he is different, then maybe you need to think about what kind of father you really are."
The silence that followed my mother's comment was almost palpable.
"Kael," she whispered. "His name is Kael." There it was, my new name, the sign of a new opportunity and destiny and I would certainly not waste it, this time around I would protect everyone I love from everything. EVERYTHING.
My father still a little reluctant but with hints of love in his voice said: "Kael... I like it," He leaned in closer. "My son."
My mother pulled me to her chest. Her warmth surrounded me again, and her heartbeat thundered in my ears—a lullaby written by gods. And for a moment, I didn't think about destinies or systems, spirits or power levels.
I just let myself be.
For the first time in eons, I wasn't a soul adrift in darkness. I was Kael. And I was alive.
Sometime later-
It's been a couple of weeks since I was born… I think. Time's a blur when your entire routine consists of sleeping and drinking milk.
What's truly weird is that I went from being a virgin who only ever saw boobs through a screen… to now sucking on them daily. Sure, they belong to my mom, and yes, I'm a baby now, but damn—try telling that to the part of my soul that hasn't adjusted yet. Still, I've learned to compartmentalize: this is nourishment, not a kink. I refuse to develop a weird milk complex while I'm barely a baby.
But beyond that incredibly awkward transition, I've learned a few things about myself.
Ignoring that part of my life, I discovered a couple of things. First, my eyes are obviously special. Something that is far beyond human.
I can perceive energy—flows of white light—everywhere. I mean I can literally see energy. Raw, living, vibrant, pulsing through every living thing like they're all connected to a massive divine power grid. Trees. Bugs. People. Birds. Even dead things leave remnants of this energy. It's like seeing a map of life itself, extending up to a kilometer around me, as if I'm floating above it all.
And I see it all... with my eyes shut.
When I open my eyes—really open them—everything sharpens like switching from 480p to 8K. I can zoom in up to 2 kilometers ahead at will, trace heat signatures, and measure movement before it happens. Like time itself slows just for me to understand it.
I once tracked a mosquito's flight path while my mom walked past my crib... two rooms away.
Some days ago, when mom took all the family for a short trip to the park, I noticed nature had its own code. Plants glowed white tinged with lime. Animals shimmered yellowish. Humans? They were usually blue or green—some deeper, more vivid than others. And then I saw one person... just one... who burned with red. A deep, almost bloody crimson.
Everyone in my family emits green energy—each with different brightness, amount, and intensity. But mine? Pure white. Dense and radiant. It doesn't flicker or dim. It just is.
The only downside I found to my new vision is the exhaustion it causes. I can barely keep my eyes open for more than a few minutes before my infant's brain starts overheating like a cheap laptop running Cyberpunk on ultra settings. At first, I thought I had a Sharingan. But people weren't born using it and it could be activated whenever the user wanted. Mine on the other hand was active, even when I wanted to rest, the information just poured in. That's when it hit me. These were The Six Eyes of the Gojo clan from Jujutsu Kaisen. Their abilities matched. Perfect perception. Ridiculous clarity. And a nasty side effect—eye strain that feels like my brain's trying to leak out through my forehead when I use them for too long.
If that's true, then it raises three possibilities:
-I'm in the Jujutsu Kaisen universe and I for some bullshit reason created by the Trickster god had awakened the six eyes that could only awaken in the Gojo clan.
-I'm in a new world and I have awakened that ability.
-And third, this wasn't the six eyes and I was way off (doubtful).
But then there was my family, apart from my mother Helen, and my father Bob, I now had 3 older siblings. The twins Violet and Jazelle, and the younger one Dash. Their names and overall look already made me think of a certain movie even though Helen and Violet looked different.
So when I saw mom stretch her arms from the living room to grab a mug in the kitchen... two floors down, and Dash run by my crib at an inhuman speed. It was pretty easy to tell that I wasn't just in some powered world. I'd been born in an alternate version of The Incredibles—except instead of Jack-Jack, I was Kael. And Violet had a twin sister named Jazelle who never existed in the movie.
This new world just keeps getting weirder.
Eventually, I just gave up on trying to figure out the world I was in since I had too little information. And just focused on living my life one day at a time enjoying the company of my new family and from time to time I would explore my ability and its limits.
But even with all that power I seem to have now... there's still something I can't fix.