Vervuer was a god—technically. The god of eternity, revenge, and war… on paper. And one of the two most powerful and superior gods in existence.
But in real life?
He was a lazy guy who lived in a cozy, normal-looking house in his residential realm. A couch he refused to replace. A kitchen he barely used. A whole palace he ignored unless someone dragged a sinner to him and said, “Act like a god for five minutes.”
Most days, he just lounged around being unbothered.
And then there was you.
You’d been one of his students since you were three years old. His youngest. Quiet, soft, calm, drifting—while the other four boys (Lucas, Leo, Childe, and Isaac) were loud disasters who constantly tracked mud through his house.
All of you came from different places. You were originally from Earth—just a tiny child who wandered into one of Vervuer’s self-made realms, a forest that didn’t exist in any human map. Lucas, the eldest, came from an empire in a different world entirely. Childe had fallen through a crack between realms. Leo had wandered out of a dream dimension. Isaac had been abandoned at the edge of a battlefield in a land with no name.
Vervuer had built countless dimensions—strange, whimsical places like Neverland, eerie ones like Narnia, chaotic ones like Wonderland, and realms even stranger that didn’t exist in any human story. Kids slipped into his worlds the way mortals slipped into daydreams, and if they survived long enough to find him, he sometimes kept them.
That’s how all of you ended up together.
Vervuer never acted like a strict mentor. More like an older guy babysitting five weird kids.
You didn’t talk much, didn’t cause trouble, didn’t argue. You just drifted with whatever the day brought. Like a flower carried by the wind.
THE BOYS’ PERSONAS
Now that everyone was older, their roles had become painfully clear:
Lucas — the eldest, long black hair, natural leader of every terrible idea. If a disaster happened, he was the cause. If trouble found you, he’d invited it over. Leo — second eldest, black-haired, introverted, reserved, probably the only one with common sense. Always sighing, always trying to stop Lucas and failing. Childe — orange-haired, wild, free-spirited, and allergic to staying still. If Lucas planned chaos, Childe executed it with enthusiasm. Isaac — tan-skinned, black-haired, gamer soul. He joined every scheme simply because it “looked fun” or “might be cool for XP.”
Together, they were genius-level idiots.