Mocked, Ignored, and Humiliated—Until the “Useless” Man Revealed His Divine Power

The sky above the heavenly palace cracked with thunder as Shepherd Hollis, once known as the great emperor Talon Shepherd, stood before the council of heaven. With his arms crossed and his face showing nothing but boredom, the celestial officials glared down at him from their high thrones made of clouds and starlight, their long white beards trembling with anger.

 The head official slammed his staff against the marble floor and the sound echoed like a thousand bells ringing at once. Tell Shepherd, you have broken the sacred laws again, gambling with mortals, drinking celestial wine until you passed out on a cloud, and worst of all, flirting with 17 different goddesses in one week.

 Shepherd rolled his eyes and examined his fingernails as if they were more interesting than the entire court. 17. I thought it was 19. You must have miscounted. The officials gasped and one of them actually fainted. Another official stepped forward holding a glowing scroll that pulsed with golden light. Your 9999th incarnation.

 A mortal named Shepherd Hollis is about to die, and the Hollis family will be slaughtered by their adopted son, Vance Whitaker, unless you descend and fix it. Shepherd yawned and waved his hand dismissively. Not interested. Let fate handle it. I have a poker game with the dragon king tomorrow.

 The head official’s face turned purple with rage, and he raised both hands toward the ceiling where dark storm clouds began swirling. You will descend or we will strike you with annihilating lightning that will erase you from existence forever. You have no choice. >> But before he could speak, the floor beneath him exploded with white light, and he felt himself falling, falling, falling through layers of clouds and sky and atmosphere until everything went black.

When Shepherd opened his eyes again, he was lying in a narrow bed in a tiny room that smelled like old socks and instant noodles. The wallpaper was peeling. There was a crack running down the middle of the ceiling, and his body felt heavy and weak, like someone had replaced his bones with wet noodles. He sat up slowly and looked down at his hands.

 They were smaller, younger, more human. He could feel the mortal blood pumping through veins that had once carried divine energy. “This is disgusting,” he muttered. His voice sounded different, too. less commanding and more like a regular 20-something guy. Memories that weren’t his own began flooding into his mind. This body belonged to Shepherd Hollis, the real biological son of the wealthy Hollis family, who had been switched at birth and raised in an orphanage for 20 years, while an impostor named Vance Whitaker took his place. Just 3 days ago, the

truth came out through a DNA test, and the Hollis family reluctantly brought Shepherd home. But they didn’t want him. They loved Vance, who had been their perfect golden boy for two decades. And they made it clear that Shepherd was an embarrassing mistake they were forced to acknowledge.

 Shepherd stood up and stretched, his new body cracking in several places. “Well, if I’m stuck here, I might as well make it entertaining.” He walked to the window and looked out at the massive Hollis estate spreading below. marble fountains, imported gardens, a driveway that could fit 20 cars, and somewhere in that palace of wealth was Vance Whitaker, the adopted son, who would apparently kill everyone if Shepherd didn’t stop him.

 Fine, Heaven, you want a show? I’ll give you a show. Downstairs in the grand dining room with its crystal chandeliers and table long enough to seat 30 people, the Hollis family was having breakfast. Montgomery Hayes sat at the head of the table reading the financial news on his tablet. He was 55 with gray hair at his temples and the kind of face that looked like it never smiled.

 His wife Mavis Corbett sat beside him picking at a fruit salad. She wore pearls even at breakfast and her makeup was so perfect it looked painted on. Around the table sat their children. Tatum Redford was the eldest daughter at 28, a corporate shark who ran three companies before lunch. She had sharp eyes and sharper cheekbones and always looked like she was calculating someone’s net worth.

 Bin Wescott was 26 and ran Starry Sky Entertainment. She was softer than Tatum, but just as successful with long dark hair and a phone that never stopped buzzing. Kaye Hawthorne was 24 and studying business at the best university in the country. She had a sweet face but a mind like a calculator. Then came the twins Romy Chandler and Zadei Harrington who were 22.

 Both of them pretty and bubbly and currently giggling over something on Romy’s phone. And finally, there was Vance Whitaker, the adopted son, who everyone treated like royalty. He was 25 with soft features and gentle eyes and a smile that could melt ice. He sat beside Mavis and she kept patting his hand like he might disappear. >> Mother, you’re going to make the others jealous. Vance said with a modest laugh.

Mavis smiled warmly. >> Nonsense. You’re my precious boy. I can’t help it. >> Has anyone checked on Shepherd? He should be down for breakfast. Tatum snorted. >> Why? So we can watch him eat with his hands. He grew up in an orphanage father. He probably doesn’t even know which fork to use. >> Romy giggled. >> I heard he got into three fights last month. And he has tattoos.

 Can you imagine tattoos in our family? >> Please don’t be too hard on him. He’s had a difficult life. It’s not his fault. He wasn’t raised with our advantages. >> This made everyone love him even more. You’re too kind, Vance. Always thinking of others. >> Brinn nodded. >> Unlike some people who just show up and expect everything handed to them.

 He is our real brother. Shouldn’t we try to >> Tatum cut her off? >> Real brother by blood. Maybe, but Vance is our real family. DNA doesn’t erase 20 years. >> Just then, the dining room doors opened and Shepherd walked in. The entire room went silent. Shepherd stood in the doorway wearing a plain black t-shirt and jeans.

 His hair was messy, like he’d just rolled out of bed, and he had this look on his face like he owned the entire world, and was bored by it. He walked to the empty chair at the far end of the table, as far from Montgomery as possible, and sat down without saying good morning. A servant rushed over with a plate and Shepherd picked up a piece of toast with his bare hand and bit into it. Tatum’s eye twitched.

>> “Do you not see the butter knife right there?” >> Shepherd looked at her with absolutely no expression. >> “I see it.” >> He took another bite. >> “I just don’t care.” >> Romy whispered to Zadeie loud enough for everyone to hear. >> “Oh my god, he really doesn’t know manners.” Shepherd’s eyes flickered toward them and suddenly a voice echoed in everyone’s head except Vance’s.

 It was Shepherd’s voice, but he wasn’t speaking out loud. These two idiots are dating the same guy and don’t even know it. He’s planning to drug them next week and sell them to a human trafficking ring in Southeast Asia. But sure, let’s worry about toast etiquette. The twins gasped. Mavis dropped her fork.

 Montgomery’s tablet slipped from his hands. >> What was that? Did everyone just hear? >> Brin’s face had gone pale. >> His voice in my head. How is that possible? >> Key looked at Shepherd with wide eyes. >> You can We can hear your thoughts. >> Shepherd picked up his orange juice and took a sip. >> I have no idea what you’re talking about.

>> But in their heads, his voice came again. Calm and amused. >> Oh, look. The psychic connection is working. How fun. Now they know I know everything. >> Vance stared at Shepherd with confusion on his face. Is something wrong? You all look like you’ve seen a ghost. Montgomery found his voice. Shepherd, what did you just say about the twins? >> Shepherd set down his glass.

You’re both dating a guy named Dawson Hartwell, right? Tall, handsome, works in import export. >> How do you know about Dawson? >> Wait, you’re dating him, too? >> They stared at each other in horror. He’s also dating a third girl named Dela Bowmont, and the three of you are about to walk into a trap. He’s going to invite you to a resort next week, drug your drinks, and hand you over to a trafficking network.

You’ll wake up on a boat heading to Southeast Asia where you’ll be sold. But hey, I’m just a rough orphan kid. What do I know? The room erupted into chaos. Romy burst into tears. Zade grabbed her phone and started frantically scrolling through messages. Mavis stood up and rushed to the twins. Is this true? Have you been seeing this man? Someone get me a background check on Dawson Hartwell right now.

>> Montgomery’s face had turned red with anger. >> If this is some kind of sick joke, Shepherd, believe me or don’t, I literally don’t care. I’m just here to stop people from dying. Apparently, that’s my job now. He walked toward the door. >> “Shepherd, wait. If you really know something that could protect our sisters, please tell us everything.

” Vance’s eyes were full of concern and sincerity. The perfect caring brother. And Shepherd’s inner voice rang through everyone’s heads again. Look at this snake pretending to care. He’s the one who introduced the twins to Dawson in the first place. He gets a cut of the trafficking money. $20,000 per girl. >> Vance’s face flickered for just a split second.

 So fast that most people missed it. But Shepherd saw it. Saw the rage and fear flash across those gentle eyes before the mask came back. That’s a horrible accusation. I would never hurt my sisters. >> I’m calling our investigator. We’ll know the truth by tonight. Do whatever you want. I’m going back to my room. He walked out, leaving the family in complete chaos.

 And as he climbed the stairs, he thought to himself, letting them all hear, “Day one in the mortal world, and I’m already babysitting idiots. Heaven owes me a vacation after this.” By evening, the truth came crashing down like a tsunami. Tatum’s investigator discovered that Dorson Hartwell was indeed a scam artist with connections to human trafficking rings.

 He had three girlfriends at the moment, including Rammy and Zadei. And there were records of resort bookings and suspicious money transfers. When confronted, Dawson’s third girlfriend, Dela Bowmont, confessed everything through tears. She’d been recruited to help lure girls and got paid for each successful delivery.

 The worst part was the digital trail connecting Vance to Dawson. Text messages discussing merchandise and delivery schedules. Tatum stormed into the living room where the family had gathered, her face white with fury. >> It’s all true. Every word Shepherd said, Dawson is a criminal. And Vance, you introduced the twins to him. Your name is all over the communications.

I swear I didn’t know. Dawson told me he was a legitimate businessman. He must have used me to get close to the family. I’m so sorry. I feel terrible. He covered his face with his hands and his shoulders shook. Mavis immediately rushed to comfort him. >> “It’s not your fault, sweetheart. You were deceived, too.

” >> Montgomery looked torn. But the messages, Vance, they talk about money. He borrowed money from me for his business. I was trying to help a friend. I had no idea it was for something evil. Please believe me. Rommy wiped her tears. >> Vance would never hurt us on purpose. He’s always been so kind. >> Only Tatum remained suspicious.

>> This is too convenient. But Shepherd knew. How did he know? And we all heard his thoughts. That’s not normal. What if he has some kind of power? >> Let’s focus on one crisis at a time. First, we need to make sure the twins are safe. Then, we’ll figure out what’s happening with Shepherd. That night, Shepherd lay on his uncomfortable bed, staring at the ceiling.

 His mortal body was already annoying him. It needed food and sleep and got tired from walking upstairs. I hate this. >> Go away. >> Can I talk to you? >> Do I have a choice? Shepherd sat up. >> I wanted to thank you for warning us about the twins. If you hadn’t said something, >> “No.” Yeah. Yeah. You’re welcome. Now, leave. >> How did you know? And how can we hear your thoughts? Are you some kind of psychic? >> Shepherd studied her face.

 She seemed genuinely curious rather than suspicious. Let’s just say I have information. >> You don’t. Is Vance really involved? Everyone thinks he’s innocent, but you seem so sure. >> Shepherd’s inner voice echoed in her head, and she jumped. Vance Whitaker is planning to destroy this entire family. He wants the inheritance, the company, everything.

 And he’ll kill anyone who gets in his way. Your parents, your sisters, even you. Keely’s hands trembled. That’s insane. Vance loves us. Shepherd spoke out loud this time. Does he? Or does he love what you can give him? Keely stood up shakily. I don’t know what to believe anymore. Shepherd lay back down. Believe whatever helps you sleep at night.

 Just don’t say I didn’t warn you when things go bad. Keely left quietly and Shepherd closed his eyes, wondering how many more conversations like this he’d have to endure. The next morning, Shepherd woke up to his phone ringing. He didn’t remember owning a phone, but apparently his mortal self had one. He answered without looking at the caller ID.

 What? A cheerful elderly voice boomed through the speaker. Shepherd Hollis, this is Quincy Huxley. I’m Callus Monroe’s grandfather. We need to meet today to discuss your engagement. Shepherd sat up so fast his head spun. My what? Quincy laughed. Your engagement to my granddaughter? It was arranged by our families 20 years ago when you were both children.

 Surely you remember. Shepherd’s mortal memories provided the information. Apparently, the Hollis and Monroe families had made a business alliance sealed by a marriage contract. Baby Shepherd was supposed to marry baby Callis when they grew up. But since everyone thought Vance was the real Hollis son, the engagement had been transferred to him.

 Now that the truth was out, the contract technically belonged to Shepherd again. “I’m not interested in arranged marriages,” Shepherd said flatly. Quincy’s voice turned stern. The contract is legally binding and worth $5 billion in combined assets. You’ll meet my granddaughter today at noon at the Rosewood Cafe. Don’t be late.

 He hung up before Shepherd could argue. Shepherd stared at his phone in disbelief. I’m going to destroy heaven when I get back. He muttered. At exactly noon, Shepherd walked into the Rosewood Cafe wearing the same black t-shirt and jeans from yesterday because he genuinely didn’t care about impressing anyone.

 The cafe was one of those expensive places where a cup of coffee cost $30 and came with a flower on top. Shepherd spotted his fiance immediately. She sat by the window wearing a white dress and sunglasses. Her long dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she had the kind of beauty that made people stop and stare. But what caught Shepherd’s attention was the way she held herself like a queen surveying her kingdom.

 She saw him approaching and pulled off her sunglasses, revealing sharp, intelligent eyes that looked him up and down with obvious disapproval. You must be Shepherd Hollis,” she said, her voice cool and unimpressed. “And you must be Callus Monroe.” Shepherd sat down without being invited. “Let’s get this over with. I’m not marrying you.

” Callus raised one perfect eyebrow. “Good, because I’m not marrying you either. You look like you got dressed in the dark and your hair needs cutting.” Shepherd felt a flicker of respect for her honesty. At least we agree on something. Callus leaned forward. My grandfather is obsessed with this stupid contract.

 But I have zero interest in being tied to some orphan who probably doesn’t know which fork to use. Shepherd’s inner voice suddenly rang in her head and her eyes went wide. Interesting. This rich princess has no idea that her cousin Benson is planning to drug her drink next week during a study session. and her study partner, Hrix, is going to assault her while she’s unconscious, but sure, let’s worry about my table manners.

” Callus dropped her coffee cup, and it shattered on the floor. The entire cafe went silent as coffee spread across the white tablecloth. Callus stared at Shepherd with her mouth open. “What did you just I heard your voice in my head. How is that possible?” Shepherd sipped his water calmly. Happens sometimes. Don’t worry about it. Callis grabbed his wrist and her voice came out urgent and low.

 What did you say about Benson and Hrix? Shepherd looked at her seriously for the first time. He could see she was scared under the anger. Exactly what you heard. Next Thursday during your study session, Hrix is going to offer you a special energy drink. It’ll be drugged. Benson will make sure you’re alone with Hrix after you pass out.

 They’ve been planning this for 2 months. Callus’s face had gone pale. That’s impossible. Benson is my cousin. He wouldn’t. Shepherd’s inner voice cut through her denial. Benson owes $2 million in gambling debts. Hrix promised to pay it off if Benson helps him. They’re planning to film everything and use it as blackmail to force you to sign over your company shares.

 Callus let go of his wrist and sat back like she’d been punched. “How do you know this?” Shepherd shrugged. “Let’s just say I know things. Believe me or don’t, but if you ignore this warning, you’ll regret it.” Callus stared at him for a long moment. Then she pulled out her phone and started typing rapidly. “I’m texting my security team.

 If you’re lying to me,” Shepherd stood up. “I’m not, and you’re welcome.” He walked toward the door, but Callus called after him. Wait, we’re not done talking about the engagement. Shepherd turned and gave her a lazy smile. Sorry, princess. I have better things to do than play house. He left her sitting there surrounded by broken coffee cups and confusion.

That same evening, Callus Monroe sat in her penthouse apartment overlooking the city, surrounded by three computer monitors and her best friend, Twilight Madison, who worked in private investigation. I can’t believe I’m doing this, Callus muttered as Twilight typed furiously. But you heard his voice in your head.

That’s not normal, Twilight said excitedly. What if he’s psychic or magic? This is so cool. Callus rubbed her temples. Or he’s insane and I’m wasting my time. Twilight pulled up a screen. Look, I hacked into Hrix Cole’s messages. There are deleted texts to someone named BC. They’re talking about a girl, a drink, and a camera.

 Callus’s blood went cold. BC could be Benson Carlile. Twilight kept digging. And look at this. Benson’s bank records show he’s been making payments to an underground casino. He’s in debt for exactly 2 million. Callus felt sick. So, it’s true. Shepherd was right. Twilight spun in her chair with a huge grin. Your weird fiance just saved you from being assaulted and blackmailed.

 That’s kind of romantic. Callus threw a pillow at her. It’s not romantic. It’s terrifying. How does he know these things? Twilight’s eyes gleamed. I think we should find out. I’ll start a full investigation on Shepherd Hollis. And that was how Callus Monroe accidentally started falling for the strangest man she’d ever met.

Back at the Hollis estate, Shepherd was trying to enjoy a peaceful evening when Tatum barged into his room without knocking. “We need to talk,” she announced. Shepherd was lying on his bed reading a comic book he’d found. Ever heard of privacy? Tatum ignored him and paced the room. The twins are refusing to leave their rooms.

 They’re traumatized. Mother is crying. Father is furious. And it’s all because you decided to drop a bomb at breakfast. Shepherd turned a page. You’re welcome for saving them from being sold into sexual slavery. Tatum stopped pacing and glared at him. How did you know? That’s what I can’t figure out. There’s no logical explanation for how you knew about Dawson.

 Shepherd’s inner voice filled her head. Logic is boring, but if you really want to know, I know that Vance is currently in his room planning his next move. He’s going to hire someone to discredit me. Probably plant fake evidence that I’m the one working with Dawson. He needs to make you all trust him again. Tatum’s eyes narrowed.

That’s a serious accusation. Shepherd sat up. Then prove me wrong. Check his phone records. Follow his movements. See what he does when he thinks no one’s watching. Tatum crossed her arms. And if you’re lying. Shepherd smiled. Then you can kick me out of the family. I genuinely don’t care. There was something about his complete indifference that made him seem honest.

Tatum studied him. You’re either telling the truth or you’re the best liar I’ve ever met. Shepherd lay back down. Option three, I’m a god stuck in a mortal body being forced to babysit humans. But sure, go with your theories. Tatum left shaking her head, and Shepherd went back to his comic book. 2 days later, the twins finally agreed to testify against Dawson.

 The police had gathered enough evidence to arrest him and Dela. The news hit every media outlet. Major trafficking ring busted. Thanks to Hollis Family Tip, the headlines read. Overnight, Shepherd went from being the rough orphan to the hero who saved his sisters. Social media exploded with comments. People were calling him brave, protective, and surprisingly hot in a dangerous way.

 The Hollis family’s publicist was thrilled, but Shepherd couldn’t have cared less. What bothered him was the new problem brewing. During the investigation, police found financial records showing that someone from inside the Hollis family had been paying Dawson. The account was traced to Vance. When confronted, Vance broke down crying in front of the entire family.

 I swear I didn’t know what the money was for. Dawson told me he needed investment for his business. I trusted him as a friend. I feel so guilty. He sobbed so hard he could barely breathe. Mavis held him close. It’s not your fault. You have a good heart. That’s why people take advantage of you. Montgomery looked uncomfortable.

 But Vance, the amount of money, $50,000. Why didn’t you tell us? Vance wiped his eyes. I didn’t want to bother you. I thought I was helping someone. I’m so stupid. And just like that, the family forgave him again. Only Tatum remained skeptical. This pattern is concerning, she said quietly to Brin. Every time something bad happens, Vance is somehow connected, but always has an innocent explanation.

Brinn nodded. And every time, Shepherd knows about it before anyone else. They both looked at Shepherd, who was standing in the corner looking bored. We need to figure out what’s really going on, Tatum decided. That night, Vance lay in his luxurious bedroom, staring at the ceiling. His gentle mask was gone, and his face showed pure hatred.

 “Shepherd Hollis,” he hissed. “How does he know everything? It’s like he can read my mind.” He grabbed his phone and sent a coded message. “Need to meet. Urgent.” 20 minutes later, he received a reply with an address. Vance snuck out of the mansion and drove to a Sidi bar in the worst part of town. Inside a private room, a man with scars on his face waited. Crosby Dalton.

 Vance greeted him. Crosby grinned, showing missing teeth. Little Vance, what brings you to my establishment? Vance sat down. I need you to plant evidence. Make it look like Shepherd Hollis is working with criminals. I’ll pay double your usual rate. Crosby laughed. That orphan kid who just became a hero? This should be fun.

 Vance leaned forward. I want him destroyed. His reputation ruined. I want the family to hate him so much they throw him out. Crosby pulled out a cigarette. Consider it done. Give me 3 days. But what neither of them knew was that Shepherd was sitting on the roof of the bar, listening to every word through the thin ceiling. He shook his head in amusement.

“Mortals are so predictable,” he muttered. Then he pulled out his phone and called Tatum when she answered groggy. “This better be important,” Shepherd said. “Tomorrow morning, check the security footage from the east gate at midnight. You’ll see Vance leaving the estate. Follow his car’s GPS and you’ll find him meeting with Crosby Dalton, a known criminal. Bring police.

Tatum was wide awake now. How do you know this? Shepard hung up without answering. The next morning, Tatum did exactly as Shephard suggested. The security footage showed Vance’s car leaving at midnight. The GPS tracker built into all family vehicles led straight to Crosby’s bar. Tatum called her investigator and within hours they had photos of Vance and Crosby together, records of money transfers, and worst of all, recorded audio from bugs that the investigator had quickly planted.

Vance’s voice came through crystal clear. I want Shepherd destroyed. Tatum played the recording for Montgomery and Mavis in private. Both parents sat in stunned silence. This can’t be real. Mavis whispered. Vance would never. Montgomery’s hands were shaking. It’s his voice, Mavis. It’s clearly him. Mavis started crying.

But he’s our son. We raised him. There must be an explanation. Tatum’s voice was hard. He’s not our son, father. He’s an adopted child who has been manipulating us for 20 years. And Shepherd is our real son who has been trying to protect us. Montgomery looked aged suddenly. What do we do? Tatum pulled up more files.

 I’ve been investigating like Shepherd suggested, and I found something disturbing. Vance has been slowly buying shares in our company under fake names. He’s positioned himself to take over if anything happens to you and mother. Montgomery stood up. Call a family meeting. Everyone needs to know. The family meeting was tense.

 All the sisters gathered in the living room with varying expressions of confusion and concern. Vance sat on the sofa looking nervous. Shepherd leaned against the wall in the corner looking like he’d rather be anywhere else. Montgomery stood at the front of the room with Mavis beside him. She’d been crying and her makeup was ruined.

 We’ve discovered something troubling. Montgomery began. Vance has been meeting with criminals and plotting against Shepherd. The room erupted. Romy gasped. That can’t be true. Zadei shook her head. There must be a mistake. Brinn looked shocked. Father, are you sure? Only Keely remained quiet, watching Vance carefully.

 Tatum played the recording, and Vance’s voice filled the room. I want him destroyed. Vance jumped to his feet. That’s not real. It’s fake. Someone edited my voice. Shepherd’s inner voice rang through everyone’s heads. Oh, please. Even his denials are boring. He’s going to cry in 3 2 1. Right on Q. Vance’s eyes filled with tears. I would never do this.

 Someone is framing me. It must be Shepherd. He has strange powers. Maybe he can manipulate recordings, too. Vance turned to the family with desperation on his face. Please, you know me. I’ve been your brother for 20 years. Don’t believe some stranger who showed up 3 days ago. And Shepherd watched as the family’s expressions wavered.

 They wanted to believe Vance. They’d loved him for so long. Montgomery looked torn. The evidence is substantial, Vance. But Mavis grabbed Vance’s hand. There has to be an explanation. Tell us the truth, sweetheart. Vance sobbed. I did meet with Crosby, but only because he claimed to have information about Shepherd’s criminal past.

 I was trying to protect the family. It was a good lie, and Shepherd could see some of the sisters buying it. He pushed off the wall and walked to the center of the room. “Okay, I’m bored. Let me make this simple.” He looked at Vance. Tell them about the $50 million mansion you bought under your mother’s name.

 Or should I? The room went completely silent. Vance’s face went pale. I don’t know what you’re talking about. Shepherd pulled out his phone and projected photos onto the TV screen. A massive mansion appeared. Modern architecture. Infinity pool. Private beach. This is 432 Ocean Drive. purchased 6 months ago for $50 million. The deed is under the name Wu Ling, which happens to be your biological mother’s name. Vance started shaking.

That’s a coincidence. Shepherd swiped to the next photo showing Vance standing in front of the mansion. This was taken last week. More photos appeared. Vance having dinner at expensive restaurants. Vance wearing a watch worth $200,000. Vance meeting with shady businessmen. Where did you get the money? Vance? Shepherd asked quietly.

 Because it wasn’t from your allowance. Mavis looked at Vance in horror. Is this true? Vance’s mask was cracking. I can explain. Montgomery’s voice was ice cold. Explain how you stole 50 million from the family company. Vance’s eyes darted around desperately. Then he did something unexpected. He dropped to his knees. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.

 I was weak. I wanted to give my biological mother a good life. She suffered so much. I just wanted to help her.” He cried harder. “Please forgive me. I’ll return everything. I made a mistake.” Mavis looked at Montgomery. He’s trying to be a good son to his birthother. That’s understandable. Shepherd couldn’t believe it.

 Are you serious right now? He stole $50 million and you’re making excuses for him. Tatum stepped forward. Mother, this is embezzlement. It’s a crime. But Ramy spoke up. He said he’ll return it. Everyone makes mistakes. Zadei nodded. He’s still our brother. Shepherd felt his divine patience wearing thin. Your brother is planning to kill all of you, but sure, let’s focus on his feelings.

Vance looked up with hate flashing in his eyes for just a second before the sad expression returned. I would never hurt my family. Shepherd’s inner voice rang loud. He’s lying. He has a detailed plan. He’s going to Keely in a fake accident next week. Poison Brin’s drink at her company party. Frame Tatum for corporate fraud.

Institutionalize your parents in a mental facility. and kill Romy and Zadei by sabotaging their car brakes. Then he’ll inherit everything as the only remaining heir. The family stared at Shepherd in horror. “That’s insane,” Brin whispered. Keely looked terrified. “He wouldn’t.” But her voice wavered. Montgomery held up his hand.

 “These are serious accusations,” Shepherd. “Do you have proof?” Shepherd shrugged. “Not yet, but I will when it happens. or you could, you know, prevent it by actually watching him. Vance stood up slowly. His face was red and tears still streamed down his cheeks. I can’t live like this. Being accused of horrible things I didn’t do.

 Maybe I should just leave the family. And Mavis immediately grabbed him. No, don’t say that. The manipulation was so obvious it hurt. But Shepherd could see it was working. He walked out of the room, done with all of them. Outside in the garden, Shepherd sat on a marble bench and looked up at the stars. He wondered if the heavenly council was watching this mess and laughing.

This is the worst punishment ever, he muttered. “Shepherd?” a soft voice called, he turned to see Key approaching hesitantly. “What do you want?” Keley sat beside him. Do you really think Vance is going to hurt me? Shepherd studied her face. She was the youngest sister and seemed the most genuine. Yes, he said simply.

 Keely wrapped her arms around herself. How do you know these things? We can all hear your thoughts, but you never explain how you know the future. Shepherd considered telling her the truth, that he was a god forced into mortal form, but decided against it. Let’s just say I have good instincts. Key was quiet for a moment.

 I believe you. Shepherd looked at her in surprise. You do? Key nodded. You’ve been right about everything so far. The twins, the trafficking, Vance’s secret mansion. Why would you lie now? Shepherd felt something unfamiliar. Relief, maybe. You’re smarter than the rest of them. Key gave a small smile. I’m just paying attention.

 The others love Vance too much to see clearly. Shepherd looked back at the stars. Love makes people stupid. Keely laughed softly. Says the guy who’s engaged to Callis Monroe. Shepherd groaned. Don’t remind me. Keelley stood up. For what it’s worth, I’m glad you’re here. Even if the circumstances are weird. She walked back toward the house and Shepherd sat alone wondering when this mortal life would stop being so complicated.

The next week, Shepherd received an angry phone call from Callus. “You were right about everything,” she said without greeting. “Benson and Hrix were arrested this morning. My security team caught them trying to drug my drink. Shepherd was lying on his bed tossing a ball at the ceiling.” Cool. Callus’s voice rose. Cool.

 That’s all you have to say. You saved me from being assaulted and you say cool. Shepherd caught the ball. What do you want, a parade? There was silence on the other end. Then Callus said quietly. I want to know how you knew. And don’t give me that mysterious nonsense. I’ve been investigating you. Shepherd sat up interested now. Oh.

 And what did you find? Callus hesitated. Nothing. It’s like you didn’t exist before 3 weeks ago. No school records, no medical history, no digital footprint except the orphanage. Even that suspiciously empty. Shepherd smiled. Maybe I’m a ghost. Callus made a frustrated sound. I’m serious. What are you? Shepherd considered her question.

 She’d proven she could keep secrets and she was smart enough to handle strange information. What if I told you I’m not exactly human? Callus laughed. I’d say you’re insane. Shepherd’s voice turned serious. What if I told you I can fly, teleport, shoot lightning from my hands, and I’m currently being punished by heaven for breaking celestial laws? The silence stretched so long Shepherd thought she’d hung up.

 Then Callus said, “Prove it.” Shepherd grinned. “Tomorrow, midnight, the roof of your building. Don’t chicken out.” He hung up before she could respond. At midnight, Callus stood on the roof of her penthouse building wearing jeans and a jacket. She felt ridiculous. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she muttered. Then Shepherd appeared out of thin air right in front of her, and she screamed.

Shepherd covered her mouth. Shh. You’ll wake your neighbors. Callus stumbled backward. You just teleported. You actually teleported. Shepherd lowered his hand. I told you I’m not exactly human. Callus stared at him with wide eyes. What are you? Shepherd held out his hand. Want to find out? Callus looked at his hand like it might burn her.

 What are you going to do? Shepherd’s smile turned mischievous. take you flying. Before Callus could respond, Shepherd grabbed her waist and they shot straight up into the sky. Callus screamed again, but this time it turned into laughter as they soared above the city. The light spread below them like a blanket of stars. The wind whipped through her hair, and Shepherd’s arm was solid around her waist.

 “This is impossible!” Callus shouted over the wind. Shepherd brought them to a stop, hovering above the tallest building. “Impossible is relative,” he said. Callus looked at him. Really looked at him. His eyes were glowing slightly with golden light, and his whole body seemed to radiate power. “You’re really not human,” she whispered.

 Shepherd’s expression softened. “I’m a god, or I was. Now I’m stuck in this mortal body trying to stop your idiot fiance’s family from being murdered. Callus processed this. So the engagement, Shepherd groaned, is the most annoying part of this whole punishment. Callus surprised herself by laughing. You’re literally a god and you’re complaining about an arranged marriage.

Shepherd started descending slowly back to the roof. Even gods have standards. When their feet touched the ground, Callus didn’t let go of his arm. The things you know about Vance, about the future. Is it because you’re a god? Shepherd nodded. I can see possible futures, read people’s intentions, know things that haven’t happened yet.

 Callus looked thoughtful. So, you really are trying to save the Hollis family? Shepherd shrugged. Not by choice. Heaven will kill me if I don’t. Callus smiled. Still counts as heroic. Shepherd rolled his eyes. Don’t make me regret showing you. But Callus was already pulling out her phone. I’m going to help you. Shepherd raised an eyebrow.

Why? Callus met his gaze. Because you saved me twice. And because this is the most interesting thing that’s ever happened to me. also because we’re technically engaged and I’m invested now,” Shepherd wanted to argue, but something about her determination made him pause. “Fine, but don’t slow me down.” Callus grinned.

 “Wouldn’t dream of it.” The next day, Callus showed up at the Hollis estate unannounced. Mavis answered the door and looked surprised. “Miss Monroe, we weren’t expecting you.” Callus smiled politely. I came to see my fianceé. Mavis’s expression turned sour. If you mean Shepherd, he’s probably in his room doing nothing productive.

Callus kept smiling. Perfect. She walked past Mavis and headed straight upstairs. She’d memorized the house layout from public records. When she knocked on Shepherd’s door, he opened it, looking annoyed. What are you doing here? Callus pushed past him into the room. We need to make a plan.

 You can’t just wing this whole saving the family thing. Shepherd closed the door. I’ve been winging it for thousands of years. Callus pulled out a tablet and started typing. Okay, so we know Vance is planning multiple attacks. We need to prevent them systematically and gather evidence that even the family can’t deny. Shepherd watched her with amusement.

You’re really into this? Callus looked up. I told you I’m invested. Now tell me everything you know about what’s coming. Shepherd sat on his bed. Fine. In 2 days there’s going to be a welcome party for Keely at an exclusive club. Vance is planning to sabotage her. He’s going to drug her drink and stage an accident that will damage her arm permanently.

She’s a pianist and this would destroy her career. Callus typed rapidly. So we need to prevent the drugging and catch whoever’s helping him. Shepherd nodded. There’s also going to be an incident where a billyard ball aimed at her head and the club’s balcony railing has been tampered with. Callus looked horrified.

He’s really trying to kill her. Shepherd’s expression was dark. I told you he wants them all gone. Callus set her jaw. Then we stop him. 2 days later, the Hollis family gathered at the Platinum Club, an exclusive establishment where membership cost more than most people’s houses. Keely wore a beautiful blue dress and looked excited.

“I can’t believe you guys planned this for me,” she said to her sisters. Tatum smiled. “You deserve it. You’ve been working so hard.” Brin hugged her. “Enjoy yourself. Relax. Have fun.” Vance appeared at Keelley’s side with a gentle smile. “I took the liberty of ordering your favorite cocktail.

 It should be here soon.” Keely thanked him sweetly, having no idea what was coming. Shepherd arrived late, wearing actual formal clothes for once, a black suit that made him look dangerous and expensive. Callus was on his arm wearing a red dress that turned every head in the room. “Ready?” she whispered. Shepherd nodded slightly.

 They split up to cover different areas. Shepherd watched as a waiter brought Keley her drink. He focused his divine senses and detected the drug immediately, clear, tasteless, designed to cause disorientation and muscle weakness. Shepherd walked up casually and accidentally bumped into the waiter. The drink spilled all over the floor.

 “Oh no, I’m so clumsy,” Shepherd said flatly. The waiter looked panicked. “I’ll get another one,” Shepherd grabbed his wrist. or you could tell me who paid you to drug that drink. The waiter’s face went white. I don’t know what you’re talking about. Shepherd’s eyes glowed slightly and his grip tightened. Wrong answer.

 The waiter started sweating. It was Mr. Whitaker. He paid me $10,000. Please don’t hurt me. By now, people were staring. Keely looked confused. Vance, what’s he talking about? Vance appeared looking concerned. I have no idea. This man is clearly lying. Shepherd pulled out his phone and showed security footage he’d hacked earlier.

 It showed Vance meeting with the waiter in a parking garage and handing him an envelope. Still lying? Shepherd asked. The waiter broke down. I’m sorry. I needed the money. I didn’t know it would hurt anyone. Security guards arrived and escorted the waiter away. Vance stood frozen with rage and fear woring on his face.

 “This is a misunderstanding,” he started, but Tatum cut him off. “Enough, Vance. We have video evidence.” Montgomery looked devastated. “Why would you hurt Keely?” Vance’s mask cracked completely, and for a moment, pure hatred showed on his face. because she doesn’t deserve any of this,” he hissed, then seemed to realize what he’d said and tried to backtrack.

 “I mean, I didn’t. This isn’t.” But it was too late. Mavis stepped away from him, looking betrayed. “You were really going to hurt her.” Vance looked around desperately. Then he did what he always did. He ran. Vance pushed through the crowd and headed for the balcony. Shepherd saw it happening and his divine senses screamed, “Warning!” the railing.

Vance had sabotaged the railing. If anyone leaned on it, Callus appeared at Shepherd’s side. He’s going to fake a suicide attempt for sympathy,” she said quietly. Shepherd nodded. “And when someone tries to stop him, the railing will collapse and they’ll both fall.” They watched as Vance reached the balcony and leaned dramatically against the railing.

 “I can’t live with these accusations,” he shouted. The family rushed after him. “Vance, don’t!” Mavis cried. Vance leaned harder and the railing started to crack. Keely ran forward to grab him. “No, please.” But Shepherd was faster. He teleported in a blink and caught Keley before she reached Vance. The railing collapsed and Vance fell backward with a scream.

Everyone gasped, but Shepherd casually reached out one hand and Vance stopped falling, suspended in midair three stories up. “What’s happening?” Vance shouted. Shepherd pulled him back up with invisible force and dropped him on the balcony floor. “Physics!” Shepherd said dryly. The entire club had gone silent.

 People pulled out their phones, filming everything. Vance lay on the ground, trembling. How did you do that? Shepherd looked at the broken railing. Better question. How did you sabotage this railing and why? Callis appeared with a maintenance worker she’d bribed earlier. He paid me to loosen the bolts, the worker admitted. Said it was a prank.

 The family stared at Vance in complete shock. You tried to kill Keely and make it look like an accident. Tatum said, her voice shaking. Vance scrambled to his feet. No, you don’t understand. Shepherd is the dangerous one. He has powers. He’s not human. He pointed at Shepherd wildly. He just used magic. You all saw it.

 Montgomery looked between Vance and Shepherd. Even if that’s true, you just tried to murder your sister. Vance realized he’d lost. his face twisted with rage. She’s not my sister. None of you are my family. I’m not even a real Hollis. You’re going to throw me away anyway, so why shouldn’t I take what I deserve? Mavis started crying. We loved you.

 We raised you. Vance laughed bitterly. You loved the fake version I showed you. You never loved me. He looked at Shepherd with pure hatred. This is all your fault. Everything was perfect before you came back. Shepherd met his gaze calmly. Perfect for you, maybe. Not for the sisters you were planning to and kill.

 Vance lunged at Shepherd, but security grabbed him. Let me go. Vance screamed. I’ll destroy all of you. You’ll regret this. As security dragged him away, still screaming threats. The family stood in shocked silence. Finally, Key walked up to Shepherd. You saved my life,” she said quietly. “Again.” Shepherd shrugged. “It’s becoming a habit.

” Keley hugged him suddenly. “Thank you.” Slowly, the other sisters approached. Even Tatum looked grudgingly grateful. “I owe you an apology,” she said stiffly. “I doubted you,” Shepherd waved it off. “You all doubted me. It’s fine.” Montgomery cleared his throat. Shepherd, I think we need to have a serious family conversation.

 But before they could continue, Callus linked her arm through Shepherd’s. Sorry, but I’m stealing my fianceé. We have plans. She dragged Shepherd away from the shocked family. And once they were alone in a hallway, Shepherd looked at her. Plans? Callus grinned. I just thought you could use a break from family drama.

 Shepherd felt that unfamiliar warmth again. You’re kind of growing on me, princess. Callus laughed. Good, because you’re stuck with me. The next morning, news of Vance’s arrest was everywhere. Adopted air attempts, murder at exclusive club. The headline screamed. Social media was on fire with the footage of Shepherd catching Vance midair.

 People were calling it CGI, calling it magic, calling Shepherd everything from a superhero to a demon. Shepherd ignored all of it. He had bigger problems. Back at the Hollis estate, Montgomery called another family meeting. This time the atmosphere was different, heavy with guilt and regret. I want to apologize, Montgomery began. To Shepherd, we treated you terribly when you first arrived.

 We chose Vance over our own blood. Mavis nodded tearfully. We were blind. We’re so sorry. Shepherd sat in his usual corner looking unbothered. “Okay,” Tatum stepped forward. “We want to make it right. You’re the real Hollis heir. You should have everything that’s rightfully yours.” Shepherd raised an eyebrow.

 “I don’t care about money or companies.” Brin spoke up. “Then what do you care about?” Shepherd thought about it. Honestly, he cared about getting back to heaven and not being stuck in this weak mortal body. But he couldn’t say that. “I care about not watching you all die,” he said finally. Romy started crying.

 “Vance really was going to kill us,” Zadei held her twin. “Shepherd saved us.” Key walked over to Shepherd. “What happens now? Vance is in jail, but for how long?” Shepherd’s expression darkened. “Not long enough. He has connections we haven’t discovered yet. He’ll be out soon, and when he is, he’ll be even more desperate. Montgomery frowned.

 We’ll hire the best lawyers. Keep him locked up. Shepherd shook his head. You’re thinking like regular rich people. Vance is thinking like a criminal mastermind. He’s already planning his next move. Tatum pulled out her tablet. Then we need to stay ahead of him. Shepherd. Tell us everything you know. For the next hour, Shepherd laid out everything he knew about Vance’s network, the black magic shaman he would eventually hire.

 The assassination attempts, the corporate sabotage, the family listened in growing horror. “This is insane,” Brin whispered. “How can one person plan all of this?” Shepherd looked at her. “Vance has been planning this for years since he was a teenager. He’s patient and smart and completely ruthless.

 Callus, who had been sitting quietly taking notes, spoke up. So, we need to cut off his resources, find his allies, expose his secrets before he can use them. Shepherd nodded. Exactly. Callus stood up. I can help with that. I have access to investigators, hackers, security experts. I can build a network to monitor Vance and anyone connected to him. Montgomery looked surprised.

 Miss Monroe, this isn’t your fight. Call smiled. Actually, it is. Shepherd is my fianceé, and anyone who threatens him is my problem. The family looked shocked. Mavis blinked. You’re actually going through with the engagement. Callus walked over to Shepherd and took his hand. Absolutely. Your son is the most interesting person I’ve ever met.

Shepherd looked at their joined hands with mixed feelings. On one hand, this mortal girl was annoying and bossy. On the other hand, she was brilliant and fearless and made him feel less alone. “Don’t make this weird,” he muttered. Callus squeezed his hand. “Too late,” the sisters all exchanged looks, and Romy whispered to Zadei.

 “They’re actually kind of cute together.” Shepherd heard them and groaned, “I’m leaving.” But Callus held his hand tighter. “No, you’re not. We have work to do. Over the next week, Callus built an impressive intelligence network. She hired private investigators to track every person Vance had ever contacted. She brought in tech experts to monitor his communications from jail.

 She even bribed guards to report on his visitors. What they discovered was disturbing. Vance had been building a criminal empire for years. He had connections to underground gambling rings, money laundering operations, and even human trafficking networks. “He’s worse than we thought,” Callis reported to Shepherd and the family.

 She displayed files on her tablet. “He’s been using Hollis family resources to fund illegal operations and taking a cut of the profits.” Montgomery looked sick. “How much money are we talking about?” Callus scrolled through numbers. approximately $200 million over 5 years. The family gasped. Tatum stood up. We need to freeze all his accounts, cut off his access.

 Brin nodded and alert the authorities to his other crimes. But Shepherd held up a hand. Wait. If we move too fast, his partners will scatter and we’ll never find them all. We need to let him think he still has control. Callus understood immediately. We feed him false information, make him reveal his full network. Shepherd smiled slightly.

Now you’re thinking like a schemer. Callus grinned back. I learned from watching you. The family watched their interaction with fascination. Keely leaned over to Ramy. Are they flirting or plotting? Romy whispered back. I think both. Shepherd and Callus ignored them, too focused on their strategy. “We need someone on the inside,” Callus said. “Someone Vance trusts.

” Shepherd’s eyes gleamed. “I know just the person.” That evening, Shepherd teleported to the city jail. He appeared in Vance’s cell, making Vance jump and scream, “What the hell?” Vance scrambled backward. “How did you get in here?” Shepherd sat on the edge of the cot. Magic. Obviously, we need to talk. Vance glared at him with pure hatred.

 I have nothing to say to you. Shepherd examined his nails casually. That’s fine. I’ll do the talking. I know about Crosby Dalton, Dorson Hartwell, the trafficking ring, the money laundering, all of it. Vance’s face went pale. You can’t prove anything. Shepard smiled. I don’t need to prove it.

 I just need to tell the right people. Unless, he paused dramatically. You want to make a deal? Vance’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. What kind of deal? Shepherd leaned forward. Tell me everything about your biological family, your real parents, where they live, what they want. Vance laughed bitterly. Why would I tell you that? Shepherd’s voice turned cold.

 Because if you don’t, I’ll make sure every single person you’ve ever worked with goes to prison, and then I’ll visit your parents myself. Vance’s expression shifted to fear. Leave them alone. They have nothing to do with this. Shepherd raised an eyebrow. Oh, so you do care about someone? Interesting. Vance looked conflicted. They’re poor.

 They live in a small town. They don’t know about any of this. Shepherd stood up. Give me the address. Vance hesitated, then rattled off an address in a rural area 3 hours away. If you hurt them, he started. Shepherd cut him off. I don’t hurt innocent people, unlike you. Then he teleported away, leaving Vance alone in his cell.

 The next day, Shepherd, Callus, and surprisingly Tatum drove to the address Vance had given. Why are we visiting his biological parents? Tatum asked from the driver’s seat. Shepherd stared out the window. Because I need to understand where Vance came from. What made him this way? Callus nodded. Sometimes the family of origin reveals everything.

They pulled up to a small house that looked like it might collapse in a strong wind. The yard was full of junk, broken furniture, old tires, and weird statues. This place is creepy,” Tatum muttered. They knocked on the door and a woman answered. She was probably 50, but looked 70. Her face was hard and her eyes were calculating.

 “Can I help you?” she asked suspiciously. Shepherd put on a polite smile. “We’re friends of Vance Whitaker. He mentioned you’re his mother.” The woman’s expression changed immediately to excitement. “Oh, my precious boy, come in. Come in. She ushered them inside, and the house was even worse than the outside. There were religious symbols mixed with what looked like occult objects, candles burning everywhere, and a strange smell like incense and rot.

 An older man appeared from a back room. “Who’s this?” he demanded. The woman who introduced herself as Wu Ling explained. They’re friends of Vance. The man, Wu Dong, looked them up and down greedily. You look rich. Are you from that fancy family Vance talks about? Tatum stiffened. We’re the Hollis family. Yes. Wooing clapped her hands. Oh, wonderful.

Vance said you’d come eventually. He said you owe us. Shepherd’s inner voice echoed in Tatum and Callus’s heads. These people are exactly what I expected. Greedy, manipulative, and they raised Vance to be the same. Out loud, Shepherd asked, “What do we owe you?” Wu Dunk stepped forward. Compensation. You took our boy, raised him rich, now he’s in jail because of you.

 Woollling nodded rapidly. We deserve money for our suffering. Callus spoke up. Vance was adopted legally. You gave him up. Woollling<unk>s face twisted. We were poor. We had no choice. But now you should pay us for raising him for 5 years before the adoption. The amount they demanded was ridiculous. $5 million.

 Tatum started to argue, but Shepherd held up his hand. We’ll consider it, but first tell us about Vance as a child. What followed was a disturbing hour of stories. Vance had been a difficult child, violent, manipulative. He’d tortured small animals, lied constantly, and showed no empathy. “We tried to discipline him,” Wuang said, but the way he said it made Shepherd’s divine senses pick up on abuse, beatings, starvation, psychological torture.

 Wuing talked about how Vance was special, how a fortune teller said he’d be rich and powerful, how they encouraged his schemes and lies. We taught him to take what he deserved, she said proudly. Shepherd realized that Vance had never had a chance. Raised by these people, abused and molded into a weapon. It didn’t excuse his actions, but it explained them as they were leaving.

Wuing grabbed Tatum’s arm. You’ll bring the money next week. Yes. Tatum pulled away. We’ll be in touch. Outside in the car, all three of them sat in silence. Finally, Callus spoke. “Those people created a monster.” Tatum’s hands gripped the steering wheel. “I almost feel sorry for Vance.” Shepherd shook his head. “Don’t. He had choices.

 He chose to keep being a monster.” Callus looked at Shepherd. “What are we going to do about them?” Shepherd’s smile was cold. “Nothing yet, but they’ll be useful later.” Back at the Hollis estate, Shepherd shared what they’d learned with the family. Mavis cried, “That poor child growing up in that environment.

” Montgomery looked grim. “It explains his behavior, but doesn’t excuse it,” Brinn asked. “Do we pay them the money they demanded?” Shepherd laughed. “Absolutely not. They’ll just use it for more schemes.” Keley looked thoughtful. But if we cut them off completely, they might cause trouble. Shepherd nodded. Exactly.

 Which is why we’re going to use them as bait, he explained his plan. They would pretend to consider paying the Woo family, string them along, and when Vance inevitably escaped or was released from jail, he would go to his parents. And we’ll be waiting, Shepard finished. Callus added. I’ll have surveillance on their house starting today.

 Tatum nodded approvingly. Smart. We control the situation. The family seemed more united than ever, working together against a common threat. Romy spoke up shily. Shepherd, I just want to say we’re sorry for how we treated you before. Zadei nodded. We were really mean. Shepherd waved it off. Water under the bridge. But Keely hugged him anyway.

 You’re a good brother, she said. And Shepherd felt that strange warmth in his chest again. These mortals were growing on him, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about that. That night, Shepherd lay in bed staring at the ceiling. He could feel his divine energy slowly returning. Being in the mortal world was weakening him, but he was adapting, learning to use his powers subtly.

 He heard a knock on his window and sat up, confused. When he opened it, Callus climbed in from the fire escape. “What are you doing here?” he asked. Callus grinned. “I live three buildings over. I climbed across.” Shepherd looked at her like she was insane. “You climbed across buildings in the dark?” Callus shrugged. “I was bored and I wanted to see you.

” Shepherd felt something flutter in his chest. That’s the dumbest reason to risk your life. Callus sat on his bed. Says the god who’s risking annihilation to save a family of mortals. Shepherd sat beside her. That’s different. I don’t have a choice. Callus looked at him seriously.

 Do you regret it being here? Shepherd thought about it. Yes and no. This world is frustrating and weak, but he paused. Some parts aren’t terrible. Callus smiled like me. Shepherd rolled his eyes. Don’t push it. But Callus saw the small smile on his face. They sat in comfortable silence for a moment. Then Callus said, “Tell me about heaven.

What’s it like?” Shepherd leaned back against the headboard. Boring mostly. Lots of rules. Lots of old gods arguing about nothing important. I got in trouble because I broke too many rules. Callus laughed. What kind of rules? Shepherd grinned. Gambling with mortals, drinking too much celestial wine, flirting with goddesses.

 Callus raised an eyebrow. Goddesses plural. Shepherd’s grin widened. 17 in one week. Apparently, that’s frowned upon. Callus punched his arm. You’re terrible. Shepherd caught her hand. And yet you’re here. Callus’s expression softened. Yeah, I am. They stared at each other, and Shepherd felt something shift.

 This mortal girl with her fierce eyes and fearless heart was becoming important to him. Callous, he started, but she put a finger on his lips. Don’t say anything you’ll regret when you go back to heaven. Shepherd pulled her finger away. What if I don’t want to go back? Callus’s eyes widened. You’d stay here in the mortal world. Shepherd looked as surprised as she did.

I don’t know. Maybe. Callus leaned closer. Shepherd Hollis, are you falling for me? Shepherd’s divine pride kicked in. Absolutely not. I’m a god. I don’t fall for mortals. But even as he said it, he knew it was a lie. Callus smiled knowingly. Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night. She stood up and headed for the window. Callus, Shepherd called.

She turned. Yeah. Shepherd struggled with words he’d never said before. Be careful climbing back. It wasn’t what he wanted to say, but it was all he could manage. Callus’s smile softened. I will. And she disappeared into the night. 3 days later, Vance’s lawyer managed to get him released on bail.

 The amount was enormous, but somehow Vance paid it. His criminal network is funding him. Callis reported, “We tracked the money to three different shell companies.” Shepherd nodded. “He’ll go to his parents first. He needs somewhere to hide and regroup.” Sure enough, surveillance showed Vance arriving at the Woo family house.

 But what happened next shocked everyone. Shepherd, Callus, Tatum, and surprisingly Chu Yun, who had insisted on coming, watched from hidden cameras as Vance was greeted like a king. Wuing and Wuang fawned over him. Our precious boy, those terrible people hurt you, Wuing cried. Vance played the victim perfectly.

 They turned on me after everything I did for them. Wuang patted his back. You deserve better. You deserve everything. Then Wooling pulled out a strange bottle. Drink this. It’s blessed water. It will restore your luck and power. Vance hesitated but drank it. Immediately, he started coughing. What was that? Woollling smiled creepily.

Ancient medicine. It will make you strong. Shepherd’s divine senses detected dark magic in that liquid. They’re using black magic on him, he said. Callus looked alarmed. Will it work? Shepherd shook his head. Not the way they think. Black magic always has a cost. They continued watching as Wuing brought out a doll that looked disturbingly like Shepherd.

 “We’ll curse your enemy,” she said. “This doll will steal his luck and power.” She started chanting in a language none of them recognized, sticking pins into the doll. Shepherd felt a tiny prickle, but nothing serious. “Amateur hour,” he muttered. But then something unexpected happened. Wuing suddenly grabbed Tatum through the screen.

 Not literally, but through magic. Tatum gasped and clutched her chest. “Something’s wrong,” she whispered. Shepherd reacted instantly. He sent out a wave of divine energy that shattered the dark magic connection. Wuing screamed on the camera and the doll exploded into flames. “What happened?” Wuong shouted. Wuing looked terrified. “Someone blocked the curse.

Someone powerful.” Vance’s face went pale. “Shepherd!” he whispered. Back in their hiding spot, Tatum was breathing hard. What just happened to me? Shepherd checked her over with his divine senses. She tried to curse you through Vance’s hatred. Black magic can follow emotional connections. Callus looked furious.

 They attacked Tatum. Chu Yun, who had been quiet until now, spoke up. We need to stop them. Shepherd nodded. Agreed. But we need to be smart about it. He had an idea. Chu Yun, how would you like to go undercover? Chuan looked surprised. What do you mean? Shepherd explained, “Vance trusts you the most.

 He thinks you’re still on his side. If you approached him now, pretending to believe his victim’s story, he’d let you into his plans.” Chu Yun looked uncertain. “I don’t know if I can pull that off.” Callus put a hand on her shoulder. You’re a CEO. You negotiate with criminals in business suits every day. This is the same thing.

Tatum nodded. It’s dangerous, but it might be our best chance to find out what Vance is planning next. Chu Yun took a deep breath. Okay, I’ll do it. But you all better be watching my back. Shepherd gave her a rare, genuine smile every second. The next day, Chu Yun arrived at the Woo family house alone. She knocked and Wooing answered with suspicion.

 Who are you? Chu Yun bowed politely. I’m Tatum Redford, Vance’s older sister. I need to see him. Woollling<unk>s eyes narrowed. Why should we trust you? Chu Yun pulled out an envelope. Because I brought this. Inside was a fake bank statement showing $50 million ready to transfer. I want to help Vance. The family is wrong about him.

 Wuing<unk>s greed won over suspicion. She let Chu Yun in. Vance appeared from a back room and his eyes widened. Chu Yun, what are you doing here? Chu Yun<unk>s face was perfectly composed, sad, and sympathetic. I believe you, Vance. I know Shepherd has been manipulating everyone. I want to help you get your life back. Vance studied her face, looking for lies.

 How do I know this isn’t a trap? Chuan sat down gracefully. Because I’m risking everything to be here. If the family finds out I’m helping you, they’ll disown me. She showed him the fake bank statement. I have access to funds they don’t know about. We can use it to fight back. Vance’s expression shifted from suspicion to hope.

 You really believe me? Chuan nodded. I know what it’s like to be the scapegoat. Shepherd has powers we don’t understand. He’s dangerous and the family is too blind to see it. This was exactly what Vance wanted to hear. He grabbed her hands. “Thank you. Thank you for believing in me.” Chuun smiled softly. “Tell me everything.

 What’s your plan?” And Vance, desperate for an ally, began to talk outside in a surveillance van. Shepherd, Callus, and Tatum listened to every word. What Vance revealed was even worse than they’d expected. He’d hired a powerful dark magic practitioner named Grantly Whitfield. He’s called the shadow master, Vance said proudly.

 He can curse people, steal their luck, even kill from a distance. Chu Yun kept her face calm. That sounds expensive. Vance nodded. 5 million for his services, but it’s worth it. He’s going to curse Shepherd, make him sick, weak, eventually kill him. Chu Yun<unk>s heart raced, but she kept her voice steady. When? Vance smiled.

 Tonight at midnight, there’s a ritual. Whitfield needs Shepherd’s hair and blood. I managed to get some from his hairbrush and a cut he got last week. Chu Yun<unk>’s blood ran cold. What happens after Shepherd is gone? Vance’s expression turned dark. “Then I’ll take care of the rest of the family, one by one. Accidents, illnesses, suicides.

 No one will suspect anything.” Chuan forced herself to smile. You’ve thought of everything. Vance squeezed her hands. With your help, we can’t fail. In the surveillance van, Shepherd stood up. Okay, I’ve heard enough. Callus grabbed her laptop. I’m tracking this Grantly Whitfield. Tatum looked worried. Can Shepherd really be hurt by dark magic? Shepherd shrugged.

 In theory, yes. This mortal body is weaker than my divine form. But I’m not worried. Callus found an address. Whitfield lives in the old industrial district, warehouse 13. Shepherd cracked his knuckles. Perfect. Let’s go meet this shadow master. At midnight, Shepherd teleported directly into warehouse 13.

 The place was filled with candles, skulls, strange symbols painted on the floor, and in the center stood Grantly Whitfield, an old man in black robes with eyes that glowed red. Ah, the god comes to me, Whitfield said with a raspy laugh. How convenient, Shepherd looked around. Nice decor, very evil wizard chic.

 Witfield raised his hands and dark energy swirled around them. Mock all you want, you’ll be dead soon. He threw a curse at Shepherd, black lightning that crackled through the air. Shepherd caught it with one hand and absorbed it. That tickled. Witfield’s eyes widened. Impossible. Shepherd walked forward slowly. “You’re playing with forces you don’t understand, old man.

 I’ve been fighting demons and dark gods since before your ancestors were born.” Whitfield threw more curses, each one stronger, but Shepherd deflected them easily. “Stop! How are you doing this!” Witfield screamed. Shepherd’s eyes began to glow with golden light, his mortal disguise slipping. “I told you I’m a god. Your little magic tricks don’t work on me.

” He raised one hand, and golden lightning shot from his palm. It hit Whitfield’s protective barrier and shattered it like glass. Whitfield fell to his knees. Please, mercy. Shepherd stood over him. You were going to kill me, torture my family, all for money. Witfield trembled. Vance paid me. I was just doing a job.

 Shepherd’s voice turned cold. Wrong answer. He released a wave of divine energy that destroyed every dark magic object in the warehouse. The skulls crumbled to dust. The symbols burned away. Whitfield’s own dark magic turned on him and he aged rapidly, his skin wrinkling, his hair falling out. “What’s happening to me?” he cried. Shepherd watched without emotion.

 “Your dark magic was keeping you alive. I just removed it. Now you’re experiencing all the years you stole.” Whitfield crumbled to dust, leaving only his black robes behind. Shepherd dusted off his hands. One problem solved. Then he felt a disturbance. His divine senses detected another attack.

 This one aimed at the Hollis Estate. “Calice,” he whispered and teleported immediately. “At the Hollis estate, chaos had erupted. Vance had realized Chu Yun was wearing a wire after Wu Ling used a detection spell.” “You betrayed me!” he screamed at Chu Yun. She ran for the door, but Wu Dong blocked it. You’re not leaving,” he growled.

 Vance pulled out a gun where he’d gotten it. No one knew. I should have killed you all from the start. He aimed at Chu Yun, who closed her eyes. A gunshot rang out, but Chu Yun felt nothing. She opened her eyes to see Shepherd standing in front of her. The bullet frozen in midair inches from his chest.

 “You really don’t learn,” Shepherd said to Vance. He flicked his finger and the bullet reversed direction, flying back and hitting the gun. It exploded in Vance’s hand, making him scream and drop it. My hand. Vance clutched his bleeding fingers. Shepherd turned to Wu Ling and Wu Dong. And you, too. You raised a monster, profited from his crimes, and tried to use dark magic to hurt innocent people.

 Woolling started chanting a spell, but Shepherd waved his hand and she flew backward into a wall. Wuong tried to run, but Shepherd froze him in place with a thought. “I could kill you all right now,” Shepherd said, his voice echoing with divine power. “But that would be too easy.” He raised both hands, and golden light flooded the warehouse.

 It was warm and pure, and it burned away every trace of dark magic. The Woo family screamed as their dark power was stripped away. All the luck they’d stolen. All the years they’d magically extended. It all reversed when the light faded. Wooing and Wu Dong looked like normal old people. I’m powerless and afraid. Vance sat on the floor cradling his hand.

 What did you do to me? Shepherd looked down at him. I removed your advantages. Now you’re just a regular criminal. Sirens wailed in the distance. And here comes the police. Callus burst in with Tatum. Is everyone okay? Chu Yun ran to them. Shepherd saved me. Shepherd teleported them all back to the Hollis estate before the police arrived.

 Let them deal with Vance and his parents. Later that night, the Hollis family gathered in the living room. Everyone was shaken but safe. Montgomery stood up. I think it’s time we acknowledge the truth, Shepherd. You’re not human, are you? Shepherd considered lying, but decided they deserved honesty after everything. No, I’m not. I’m a god.

 Specifically, the heavenly emperor Talon Shepherd. I was sent to this mortal realm as punishment, and I have to save you all from Vance or heaven will destroy me.” The family sat in stunned silence. Then Romy started giggling. I knew it. No normal person can catch people in midair. Zadei nodded rapidly. And the glowing eyes and the flying.

Brinn looked thoughtful. That explains the voice in our heads. Keley smiled. So we have a god as a brother. That’s pretty cool. Tatum crossed her arms. Does this mean you’ll leave when your mission is complete? Shepherd hesitated. He looked at each of their faces. They’d become real to him.

 Not just a mission, but actual family. I don’t know, he admitted. Mavis walked over and hugged him, shocking everyone, including Shepherd. Whatever you are, you’re our son, and we’re grateful. Montgomery nodded. Everything we have is yours. You’ve earned it. Shepherd felt emotion he hadn’t experienced in centuries. Acceptance. Belonging.

Thank you, he said quietly. Then Callus stood up. Hate to break up this touching moment, but Vance is still out there. The police might not hold him for long. Shepherd nodded. She’s right. We need a permanent solution. The next day, news broke that Vance had been officially arrested for attempted murder, assault with a deadly weapon, conspiracy to commit murder, and dozens of other charges.

 His biological parents, Wuing and Wu Dong, were also arrested for practicing black magic, assault, and conspiracy. The evidence was overwhelming. Security footage, recorded confessions, forensic proof. Vance’s lawyers tried to fight it, but the case was airtight. He’s looking at life in prison, Tatum reported with satisfaction.

 Montgomery signed papers transferring all of Vance’s shares and assets to Shepherd. This should have been yours from the beginning. Brinn did the same with her entertainment company. I’m making you co-ceeo. I trust your judgment. One by one, the family gave Shepherd control and power. Not because they had to, but because they wanted to.

 Shepherd found it overwhelming. I don’t need all this, he protested. Callus, who was sitting beside him on the sofa, squeezed his hand. Accept it. They’re trying to make up for how they treated you. Shepherd looked at their joined hands. When did you get so wise, princess? Callus grinned. I’ve always been wise. You just didn’t notice.

 The family watched them with knowing smiles. So, when’s the wedding? Romy asked mischievously. Both Shepherd and Callus turned red. There’s no wedding, Shepherd said quickly. We’re just engaged. Callus added. Keely laughed. So, you’re getting married? Shepherd groaned. I’m a god. I don’t do mortal weddings.

 Callus turned to him with a dangerous smile. Is that so? Shepherd suddenly felt nervous. I mean, I could do a wedding theoretically. Callus’s smile widened. Good, because I already started planning. The family burst into laughter, and Shepherd realized he’d been outmaneuvered. Two weeks later, everything seemed peaceful. Vance was securely in prison.

The Hollis family was thriving. Shepherd had settled into his role as heir and was surprisingly good at business. Callus was by his side constantly. Her intelligence network had expanded to become invaluable for protecting the family. But Shepherd felt restless. His divine nature was stirring. He could feel heaven watching, waiting.

 One morning, he woke up to find a glowing letter floating above his bed. He grabbed it and read, “Mission complete. Prepare to return.” His heart sank. He’d known this was coming, but now that it was here, he didn’t want to go. He found Callus in the garden reading a book. “We need to talk,” he said.

 Callus looked up and saw his expression. “It’s time, isn’t it?” Shepherd nodded. Heaven says the mission is complete. I have to go back. Callus closed her book. When? Shepherd sat beside her. Soon, maybe today. They sat in silence. Then Callus asked, “Do you want to go back?” Shepherd thought about it honestly. “Part of me does.

 I miss my power, my immortality, being a god.” Callus’s voice was small. And the other part? Shepherd took her hand. The other part wants to stay here with you. Callus’s eyes filled with tears. Then stay. Shepherd shook his head. I can’t. If I refuse, heaven will strike me down. I’ll cease to exist.

 Callus gripped his hand tighter. There has to be a way. Shepherd smiled sadly. You’re immortal. I’m a god. It was never going to work long term. But even as he said it, an idea formed. Unless? He stood up suddenly. Unless what? Callus asked. Shepherd’s eyes gleamed. Heaven said I have to return. They didn’t say when or under what circumstances.

 Callus stood too. What are you thinking? Shepherd grinned. I’m thinking we get married right now before heaven can stop us. If you’re my wife, heaven has to acknowledge it. Callus’s eyes widened. Are you serious? Shepherd pulled her close completely. Marry me, Callus Monroe. Not because of some arranged contract, but because I choose you.

Callus laughed through her tears. Yes, you crazy god. Yes. They kissed for the first time, and it felt like the universe shifted. Within hours, the Hollis family had organized an emergency wedding. They called in every favor, rushed every process. Callus wore a simple white dress. Shepherd wore a black suit.

 The ceremony was held in the garden with only family present. “Do you take this man?” the officient began. But before Callus could answer, the sky cracked open and a celestial official descended in a beam of light. “Stop this ceremony,” the official commanded. The family gasped. Shepherd stepped forward. You have no authority here.

 The official pointed at him. You are commanded to return to heaven immediately. Shepherd crossed his arms. I’ll return, but not until I complete this marriage. The officials face turned red. You dare defy heaven? Shepherd’s eyes glowed golden. I dare. I completed your mission. I saved the family. You have no right to control my personal life.

 The official raised his hand to strike, but another voice echoed from the heavens. Stop. Everyone looked up as the head of the celestial council appeared. An ancient god with a long white beard. Talon Shepherd, your mission is indeed complete. The head official said, “However, you have developed attachments in the mortal realm.” Shepherd nodded.

 I have. The head official studied Callus. This mortal woman, she is important to you. Shepherd didn’t hesitate. Yes. The head official considered, then smiled slightly. Heaven recognizes that even gods can change. You have shown responsibility, compassion, and selflessness during your mission. Therefore, we grant you a choice.

Shepherd tensed. What choice? The head official waved his hand, and two paths appeared in the air. Path one, return to heaven. Resume your position as heavenly emperor. Forget this mortal life. Callus gripped Shepherd’s hand. Path two, remain in the mortal realm. Live as a human with this woman, but you will lose your immortality and divine power.

 The family gasped. Shepherd looked at the paths. One offered everything he’d known for millennia. Power, immortality, heaven. The other offered a short mortal life with uncertainty and weakness, but also with Callus, with family, with love. Shepherd turned to Callus. What do you think? Callus wiped her tears.

 I think you need to choose what makes you happy, not what you think you should choose. Shepherd looked at the Hollis family. They were watching him with hope and fear. If I stay, he said slowly, I’ll grow old, get sick, eventually die. Callus nodded like everyone else. Shepherd smiled. I’ve been alive for thousands of years. I’ve seen empires rise and fall.

 I’ve battled demons and gods. I’ve done everything a god can do. He looked at Callus. But I’ve never been in love before. Callus started crying. Shepherd turned to the head official. I choose path two. Gasps echoed from both the family and the celestial official. The head official nodded.

 Are you certain? Once made, this choice cannot be reversed. Shepherd pulled Callus close. I’m certain. The head official waved his hand and golden light surrounded Shepherd. He felt his divine power draining away, his immortality fading. When the light cleared, he was fully human. It is done, the head official said. Talon Shepherd, you are now mortal.

 Live well. The celestial officials disappeared and the sky returned to normal. The family rushed forward. Are you okay? Montgomery asked. Shepherd took a breath. His body felt different, more fragile, but also more alive. I’m better than okay. He looked at Callus. Where were we? The officient shakily continued.

 Do you take this woman to be your wife? Shepherd smiled. I do. Callus was asked the same and answered through happy tears. I do. They were pronounced husband and wife. And when they kissed, the garden erupted in cheers. The wedding celebration went late into the night. The Hollis family had never been happier.

 Romy and Zadi kept hugging Shepherd. “You’re really staying,” they kept saying. Key made a toast to the brother who saved us all and chose love over power. Everyone cheered. >> You gave up immortality? That’s the most romantic and idiotic thing I’ve ever heard. >> It’s definitely idiotic. >> For what it’s worth, I’m glad you’re staying.

Welcome to the family officially. >> Welcome to the family officially, >> they said. As the night wound down, Shepherd and Callus snuck away to the roof. They lay on a blanket looking at the stars. >> Any regrets? >> None. You >> I regret not pushing you off a roof sooner. >> Shepherd kissed her forehead. >> Might have sped things up.

>> You’re terrible. >> We’re going to grow old together. >> I’m looking forward to it. >> They lay there in comfortable silence. >> What happens now? >> Shepherd thought about it. Now we live, we run the family business, we protect each other. We probably have some arguments. >> Lots of arguments. >> We might have kids who will be absolute terrors.

>> Definitely terrors. >> And when we’re old and gray, we’ll look back on this moment and remember that I was a god who gave up everything for you >> again. Stop making me cry. never a mortal and a former god choosing each other over everything else. And somewhere in heaven, the celestial council watched and smiled because even gods deserve happy endings.

6 months later, Shepherd and Callus stood in the Hollis company boardroom. Shepherd was now the official CEO with Callus as his co-CEO. The company had grown under their leadership. They’d cleaned out all of Vance’s corrupt connections and built something honest and strong. >> Next item.

 The Monroe Hollis merger is complete. Our combined assets make us the third largest corporation in the country. Sty Entertainment just signed three major deals. We’re expanding internationally. The charity foundation Shepard established has already helped 5,000 families. Shepherd felt proud. He’d used his knowledge of future trends to make smart investments, and he’d insisted on ethical practices.

 No corruption, no exploitation. Good work, everyone. He said, >> “I have something to tell you.” >> Should I be worried? >> I I’m pregnant. >> You’re what? >> I’m pregnant. We’re having a baby. a baby. I’m going to be a father. >> Are you okay? >> Are you kidding? I’m the luckiest man alive. I’ve existed for thousands of years. I’ve seen millions of mortals born and die, but this this is the most miraculous thing I’ve ever experienced.

>> We’re going to be terrible parents. >> The absolute worst. They hugged and in that moment, Shepherd knew he’d made the right choice. Nine months later, Shepherd held his daughter for the first time. She was tiny and perfect with Callus’s dark eyes and his stubborn expression. She’s beautiful. Callus looked exhausted but happy.

 What should we name her? >> They discussed dozens of names, but nothing felt right. Shepherd looked at his daughter and suddenly knew hope. >> Why hope? >> Because she represents everything I hoped for when I chose to stay. A future, a family, a purpose beyond power. Callus’s eyes filled with tears for what felt like the millionth time that year.

>> Hope Harles, I love it. The family crowded into the hospital room. Everyone wanted to see the baby. “She’s so small,” Rommy couped. “She’s perfect,” Zadeie agreed. Key held the baby carefully. “She’s going to be so smart.” Tatum looked emotional. “She’s family.” Montgomery and Mavis were crying.

 “Our granddaughter,” they kept saying as Shepherd watched his family fuss over Baby Hope. He thought about his past life as a god. the power, the immortality, the endless years. And he didn’t miss any of it because this this messy, complicated, beautiful mortal life was worth more than eternity. 5 years passed. Hope grew into a whirlwind of energy and sass.

 She had inherited Shepherd’s divine knowledge somehow. Even though he was now mortal, she seemed to just know things. Daddy, Uncle Vance is trying to escape prison again. >> Shepherd, who was reading the newspaper, looked at his 5-year-old daughter. Honey, how did you know that? >> I just know as you used to. >> Is our daughter psychic now? Apparently, he made a phone call and sure enough, Vance had been planning an escape. It was thwarted.

>> “That’s the third time she’s predicted something.” >> Callus said. Shepherd lifted Hope onto his lap. “Sweetheart, how do you know these things?” >> “The pretty lady in the clouds tells me.” >> “What pretty lady?” >> “The one with the long hair. She says she’s watching over us because daddy used to be important.

>> Shepherd realized what was happening. >> Heaven is protecting our daughter. >> Callus looked. >> Is that good or bad? >> It’s good. It means they haven’t forgotten us. Hope kissed his cheek. >> Don’t worry, Daddy. The pretty lady says we’re safe. and she ran off to play, leaving her parents in shock.

 10 years after Shepherd chose mortality, the Hollis family threw a massive party celebrating a decade of peace and prosperity. Vance was still in prison with no chance of parole. The company had become one of the most successful in the world. All the sisters were happily married with children of their own. Hope was now 15 and already skipping grades, planning to start college early.

>> She’s too smart for her own good. >> She gets it from you. >> Best decision I ever made. >> Giving up being a god. >> Choosing you. They kissed and their family cheered. Hope made a gagging sound. Gross. Parents kissing, but she was smiling. Later that night, Shepherd stood on the balcony looking at the stars.

 He felt someone approach and turned to see a glowing figure. It was the head celestial official. Have you come to take me back? No. I came to tell you that heaven is proud of you. You chose love over power, family over immortality. You became more than you. I became human. The best kind of human. Live well, talent shepherd.

 You earned it. Who are you talking to? >> Just an old friend saying goodbye. Shepherd turned and kissed her. They stood together under the stars, a former god and his mortal wife. their daughter inside laughing with her cousins. And Shepherd knew that this this simple, complicated, beautiful mortal life was the greatest adventure he’d ever had.

 He’d been a god, an emperor, immortal and powerful. But he’d never been as happy as he was now, as a husband, a father, a brother, a son. And that was the real magic. Not divine power, but human connection. The end. This story is lovingly dedicated to Marsha’s wonderful daddy, Mr. Roy. A man whose kindness, strength, and gentle wisdom shine brightly in the lives of those around him.

 Today, as he celebrates another beautiful year of life, we honor not just his birthday, but the love he gives so freely, the smiles he inspires, and the legacy he continues to build through his family. May this story be a small reflection of the joy, warmth, and grace he brings into the world. Happy birthday, Sir Roy. We all love you.

 This is your one and only original Mr. Hope. I will see you in the next story. And don’t forget to always choose love over immortality because a lifetime with love is better than a thousand without it.