Jesus America was last and best of the immortals. Each immortal was tasked with extending their lines. He had a gift with young children so he always had young immortals to raise or otherwise. He was born of two mortals and it would not be long before he was mortal again himself. He was a sensei and everyone used mercenaries in these times for deeds and misdeeds. It was the only way he could survive. Jesus America looked around again confused, it was the hot dry sun. The scene was bright, too bright, hazy, and dusty. It was time again. Time was slow at once then moved fast too fast. Everything seemed hopeless. The earth was almost lost to him. Can you imagine the Earth and time lost to an immortal? He could not leave and go to his other home like the others. He was stuck here in this barren parched space of nothing. One minute it was at the beginning of a month, the next the end of the same month. Before long it was the end of a season. As if he was standing still in some sort of vortex. This had been happening for a while, it was how it all started. It was one season after the Pacific War, it felt like ages ago. He looked down, at his feet were children, they were immortal. He had to be careful. Immortals could sense each other. He was the mastermind behind the immortal serum and was always looking over his shoulder for his old boss Alexandra Steele. She was the least of his worries. He could feel and sense their essence........ maybe he wasn’t finished after all.
He was tasked with raising young immortals. Children were drawn to him. He was a sensei after all.
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