Jasoslav had stumbled through the rift and to the ground. He struggled to get up.

Lukyan reached a hand out to him.

Jasoslav took it, getting pulled up from the ground.

Jasoslav brushed the dust off his pants.

Akachi swallowed, looking around at his surroundings. To him, it was weird. He couldn't really see anything other than the creatures that accompanied him. It was just...darkness. "Where- where are we?" Akachi managed to ask after so long of silence.

"I- I don't know-" Pagan responded, nervous.

Bohdana pulled a face due to that comment. "You don't know?"

"Look," Pagan sighed. "I don't actually know everything there is to know about our paranormal world, on the contrary to popular belief."

"So, we have no idea where we are-" Bohdana began to say. She was cut off.

"Well, you don't know where you are. But I do," a voice sounded behind the group.

The group all exchanged glances with each other before turning around, slowly, in unison to face the voice.

There stood a tall man with bright, red hair and red-violet irises.

"Who- who are you?" Jasoslav stammered.

The man smiled. "The name's Koios. Koios Vyaksa."

"Well, Mr. Vyaksa-" Lukyan started to say.

Koios pulled a face. "No need to refer to me in such a way. Just call me Koios."

Lukyan then tried to correct himself. "Koios, where are we?"

"The Prizrak Realm," Koios responded. He noted some of looks of confusion from the kids. "The Realm of Darkness, if you will." He paused before saying, "There's someone who wants to see you guys."

"There is?" Jasoslav asked.

Koios nodded. "Yes." He stepped ahead of the group. "Come on. Follow me. I'll lead the way. After all, I know this realm like the back of my hand."

Once again, the group all exchanged glances before following Koios.

"Do you rule this realm?" Akachi asked Koios as the group trailed behind him.

"Yeah. Pretty much," Koios responded to the young werewolf. "It was gifted to me from a close friend."

"Who?" Akachi eagerly questioned the man.

"Osiris," Koios answered.

"Wait, wait, wait-" Jasoslav began. "You're telling me that the ancient Egyptian gods exist?"

Koios nodded once again. "Yes. They exist--the gods from every culture do."

"Woah," the demon responded in awe.

Lukyan eyed Koios. "You know Osiris?"

"Yes. I know Osiris," Koios clarified. "I am the Slavic god of Fate and Time, after all."

"You are? How come I haven't heard of you before?" Jasoslav asked.

Koios sighed. "I'm what my pantheon calls a 'Forgotten God'. Over time, my people stopped telling my tales and I faded from their stories that they passed down."

"That's a bummer," Akachi responded.

"It's fine though," Koios said. "I've gotten used to how this is." He stopped in front of a faint door.

The group halted with him.

Koios knocked on the door.

A mummy opened the door. "They're here?" She asked, the door only slightly ajar.

"Yes. They're here," Koios told her.

"Come in," she insisted.

Koios entered--Pagan, Seth, Bohdana, Jasoslav, Lukyan, and Akachi following.

The mummy shut the door behind them.

An elf--a very rare species in their world--entered the room with a werewolf following her.

Pagan's eyes grew wide. "Lila," she breathed.

"Who-" Akachi started to ask.

Pagan cleared her throat. She gestured to the elf woman. "Everyone, this is... Jalila Sultan, my girlfriend."

"Ex-girlfriend," Jalila corrected. She gestured to the mummy. "This is a friend of mine--Ia Humusi." Jalila then pointed to the werewolf by her. "This is another friend of mine--Aahmasaha."

Akachi immediately bowed down. "Your highness."

Aahmasaha chuckled. "There's no need for that."

Akachi's face was flushed. "Sorry."

Aahmasaha gazed at him. She gawked. "You bare the Mark of Zenak?"

Akachi nodded, rolling up his shirt sleeve, revealing the mark on his left shoulder. "I do have it, your highness."

"What's the Mark of Zenak?" Jasoslav asked.

"Would you care to explain..." Aahmasaha trailed off, just looking at Akachi before saying, "...Akachi?"

Akachi, wide eyed, nodded. "Yes. I'll explain it to him." His gaze directed toward Jasoslav. "When it comes to werewolves and other similar shifters, only the over-all head one is immortal. Well, in ancient Greece a fox-shifter--an aritzal--by the name of Akrydos Zenak, obtained a mark. He ended up becoming immortal. It was named after him. So, whenever a shifter gains this mark, they become immortal too."

"So, you're immortal?" Lukyan asked Akachi.

Akachi swallowed, nodding again. "Yes. Yes, I am."

"Lukyan. Jasoslav," Jalila began to say.

The group looked over to the elf again.

"You two are the most wanted creatures in all of the dimensions... You're going to have to keep yourselves on the down low," Jalila explained. "We'll keep an eye on Satan's lackeys, but you guys need to be incognito."

"Also," Ia said. "I thought you guys would like to know that Satan has sent his right-hand woman after you."

"Athanasia Nyqvist?" Lukyan asked, straight-faced.

Ia nodded. "Yes. ...Are you not surprised?"

"We had a run-in with her at the old inn," Sethunya explained to Ia.

"I have some of my other associates--Zemfir Yaropolk and Raijax Onuuth--observing the troops. They'll inform us if they make movement," Jalila said. Her gaze fell upon Jasoslav. "And Jasoslav?"

"Yeah?" Jasoslav asked in response.

"I'll tell your mother--Dasha--that you're safe with me. She's bound to be worried about where you are," Jalila told him.

"I doubt she would be," Jasoslav responded. "But, thank you anyway, Miss Sultan."

Lukyan nervously questioned, "Wouldn't telling her inform Satan of our whereabouts?"

"She's not a spy," Jasoslav responded. "Well, not as far as I know."

Jalila then said, "Don't worry, Lukyan. Satan's forces will never find you're here. Okay?"

"Okay," Lukyan responded; but he didn't fully believe her.