The Dreamer's Game: The Dreamer's Series, #2

By Adam Snowflake

The Dreamer's Game is a dark and graphic adventurest novela that is both a standalone and the second in the Dreamer's book Series. It details Feild Vine/Jake Caloway as he begins a dark and brilliant game during the end times and apocalypse. The book has some heavy handed religious theming but despite how it is framed in the novela is entirely fictional. The book has heavy Native American. Chrisitan and War elements. With an omnipersonal and left leaning stance.

The book is the start of "the game" with the in joke in the story being that "a game can be won a war cannot be" and has a lost of time travel, meta, and ever alluding elements.

 

The story is the start of not just revelations but every apocalypse in ever religion, whether that's a spider weaving her Native web, or Ragnorock focusing on Balder's death. Jake Caloway/Feild Vine throughout the book will take on a savior and leader like role becoming his own avatar of the apocalypse trying very hard to usher in a new era, of saftey and paradise as much as he can while also somehow- saving the world before he has to leave again.

 

This book is that journey or atleast the peak interest of it. Along the way he'll make many enemies and people he once thought friend such as Summer Mac, and Dj Stroke will turn on him. People will have hatred brewed within their hearts for the prophet and hero known as Jake Caloway. The book is extremely triggering in places and depicts religious theming and portrayals that is taboo to do for the faiths it mentions. This is a fantasy story. A fantasy story with besides these depictions- dark and triggering as well as Madaptive and brilliant theming. This story stands on it's own but is Book 2 in the Dreamer's Series, a sequel directly so of The Dreamer's Exchange which is book 1.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Adam Snowflake
• Release date: Jul 3, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201746698

Book preview

Prologue

Raven Regler the storyteller sat at the coffee shop with her father Anansi the spider. Though he was in the form of a man.

I hate these places he said under his breath frustrated.

Coffee exploits Africa He was clearly upset.

I love it! Rave his daughter said excitedly.

That’s the problem with you, you're becoming to American.

So what if I am? she pondered at her frustrated father.

You know they see you as a muse my daughter. That is not what you are. That is hardly African. That is close but that is not the concept-

It’s how they interpret me here. I am an excellent story teller dad.

I agree with you. But why Jake Caloway? Maika Abend is much more important than Jake Caloway.

No he’s not! she complained.

Yes. Anansi paused. He is.

Why tell it as fiction? Why? It’s a true story. It’s a prophecy my daughter. In Africa your purple hair is a sin. But your white eyes make you a true prophet. They show wisdom within you.

I chose my purple hair for religious reasons father and you know it. It might look disgraceful on the outside. But you know it’s a proper mistake. the 16 year old said. Anansi sighed as Raven sipped her coffee.

I still think think you are an excellent storyteller. Even better than me. But this story? It should really be about Maika. He’s much more important. Anansi suggested again.

Jake Caloway is the one saving the world. He is the one the gods chose. He is that in Africa-

I don’t want to hear it. Anansi said.

I really don’t want to hear it. 

The purple goddess, in the black suspender skirt and yellow fingerless gloves sipped her coffee and looked up at the ceiling. They were in America. Raven was preparing to go to the summit.

I bet you Anansi said. That I could make them both worshipped in Africa. I bet you

No! Raven was shocked. That’s a terrible idea.

Don’t you love this Jake boy? Raven was embarrassed. He was much older than her and also an adult.

We’ll bet Raven said for the idea. But I’m not happy about it she smiled at her father. What kind of smile is up for debate.

Well I suppose we should be going. We have a lot of work to go through. You have to go through a disguise. I don’t think given your American accent many people will notice you’re African. Not exactly a butterfly right now are you? Raven sighed in response.

Don’t take that disgraceful drink with you Anansi said and the two exited the coffee shop.

Chapter 1: So that all happened?

The memory plays out. Jake Caloway. Many things he was. Jake had just got done with a ritual via the fae and the fair folk. He was speaking to Pan the god of the wild of Greek lore. Gwain entered the room. Jake at the time was using Pan as a translator. He wants to know what you think of his follower Brisk from that app your always on?

I don’t like him.

He wants to know why.

Because he....had issues with my friend Look on the platform they’re both on. And dissed the magic Look practices.

He says that he could get an apology out of Brisk do you want that?

No I’m just going to unfollow him.

He’s very happy about that. He doesn’t want Dawn knowing about you or that your story is real.

Why? Jake asked confused.

Gwain says The god Pan spoke.

That your prophecy the ones that you're getting the girl Raven to tell for you, are being told, but essentially they will operate no matter how they're told whether fictional or real as an operational manual. For the fae. Pan said. He says he is very sorry. But him and several other gods will do their best to convince people that your story is a fabrication.

Why? Jake was upset.

Because if they know your story is real. Pan said slowly. They will track you down and find the real Jake Caloway they will know who you are. Then your story, your destiny however great. Can’t occur. He will tell a few pagans that your story is true. But for the most part while they’ll know that the story is deeply routed in real tradition they can’t know that it’s a true story. That’s why... he said. Nobody can ever believe you. God agrees with him. The Yoruba agrees with him. Everybody agrees with him  Jake was stunned.

He says he knows you're upset. He gets it but in order to protect the fae and you a hafling since that is what you are. It’s necessary. he said.

I understand Jake was defeated.

While they won’t believe it is real. They will be upset that your story is about a hafling. Not many people tend to believe those exist. And nobody and he does mean nobody will truly ever believe you he said.

Alright Jake said. 

Gwain has to go and so do I. I really honestly Pan stressed. Prefer the forest. 

Does your body still feel numb. Turning Black? he asked the halfling, Jake Caloway who was distraught but what he had just heard. 

Yeah Jake confirmed.

Good it is supposed to. Got to go. Pan said and then the man disappeared.

That conversation was 4 years ago. Jake had known the fae and made many mistakes with them. This was before his quest, before taurus, before DJ and Summer. Before the game took lives. Before century items. Before everything ever. Before he met Hercules. Jake flashed forward to now. He was admiring his reflection. Scarlet Red curly hair against a pail white face and blue eyes. They had changed color. That was because of the fae. But it was sort of a mental thing. Something he cound’t quite see, but knew was apart of his reflection.

Jake continued on looking at himself a bit in the mirror. Flashes consumed him from his previous history. it all echoed in his mind. The hafling thing is not something I currently know about, all I know is that Jake Caloway has many sides to him.  Jake moved back to his bedroom and began to set up in his current outfits. Ouji fashion was all the boy seemed to wear. He had packed his bag, with clothes, and fruits of his labor. He was ready to start his quest. Was there an even a quest? That was the thought that crossed Jake Caloways mind.

In nights previous, Jake had begun to explore his inner mind. Jake afterall was a template of the dead and it was about time he learned what that meant. Images of other people, characters, legends, had echoed inside the mans brain, and when Marcarba the detective learned of this he did an interrogation. Jake was asleep when Marcarba entered his dreams. There Marcarba began to tear apart Jake’s mental traumas, and personal identity in order to verify his theories and see how he ticked. Jake awoke crying in pain, until Shi’s Yami took over, brushing Jake with a cause of death and allowing him to temporarily escape.

Dante Everest was one such friend of Jake’s that had a similar situation mentally. As far as Jake knew Dante just had multiple personalities or some form of DID. It was not magick like in his own mind, at least that’s not the impression Dante often left. Jake in some ways found it hard being friends with Dante. He found it rather difficult being friends with someone who was more than one person who’s opinions and preferences would alway flip on a dime. Still Dante was one such person in Georgia who Jake had relied on to fill the small gap that was his friendship pit. He just wished they hung out more.

Jake had started a group chat with Meridan, Kop, Moon, Peppermint and Xepher. His newly found friend group. Moon and Xepher were UTAU users, a niche software for musicians that Dante had been presuaring in an attempt at persuasion for Jake to use. They all connected and chatted. Kop was Jake’s ex boyfriend, and Peppermint Jake met at a coffee shop. Dante refused to join Jake’s groupchat finding it too chaotic. Jake liked to send messages and he liked to send messages a whole lot. Jake got on a call with Jeromy. Jeromy Smolder and Jake Caloway had been distant but still present ever more in each others lives. Jake always lost friends around the 3 year mark, and he truly and utterly felt like Jeromy would pass the test, and that Jeromy would stay. Jeromy was no Maika Abend.

Hypothetically let’s say I was a prophet of the lord what would you do? Jake raised his tone nasal as though to insulate a jest.

If for whatever reason you really were a prophett I’d have to...make sure you didn’t get killed knowing you...make sure we do it right but you’re not right?

No Jeromy God’s been talking to me this whole time without you knowing Jake sarcastically joked.

But it wouldn't be the first time Gods have talked to you, granted all those other gods are lower case G’s

You wouldn't believe that though.

No. But if God ever does talk to you, I better be the first person you call

So this dream?

Yeah I had a weird dream with me fighting Thor. He hit me with a chair

Why are you fighting gods in your dreams JEROMY!? Jake laughed.

I am DESTINED TO CRUSADE Jeromy corrected.

Regardless Jake smiled.

Regardless Jeromy also smiled.

I’m just glad to talk to you again it’s been forever

I’m sorry bud I’ve been busy

Yep Jake said.

Throughout the entire time that Jake had felt close to Jeromy he had slowly but surly tested the waters. He had always planted seeds usually through jokes, to see what Jeromy would think about Jake and his life path. Would Jeromy really believe Jake if he had known he had been talking to god? What would Jeromey’s reaction be? Such was the joke of this conversation but also a real life consequence of Jake’s internal mind and external struggles.

Eventually though the conversation ends and time passes. Jake in all his regrets is raped a few more times and atempts suicide once more. Something we’ve been neglecting in our tale, in our epic of Jake Caloway is the aspect of tribal culture. See Jake from time to time met with multiple Native Americans and dealt with dealings within their tribes where he presented as the person known only by the name Wish Giver. His job was a title bestowed upon him by his former aspect, to give and take and replace and lament the gifts Native Tribes would receive. Every gift was a curse, every curse was a gift, decisions had to be made by the tribe as a group and if even one asked him to leave he would have to, but he would also have to take the gifts he bestowed upon the tribe through his aspects throughout the centuries with him.

Some tribes were smart, and they delegated which gifts they wished for. Most however, were stupid in their dealings with Mr.Caloway as he put it, and asked he leave, putting him on bad terms with all of them, and marking him a red flag as he would go. Most tribes were weary of the famous Wish Giver. Jake knew a few things about this role and this title. He had no choice in it or very little, and he a had a rule book of the gods and the universe and the animals and the trees, that in these dealings he always felt the rules of and he knew he must abide by and follow.

This night he met with a tribal leader of the Cherokee who requested he leave.

I don’t like you and I want you to go

See the thing is that comes with strings attached...

I don’t care. Your bad news and I want you gone. What kind of strings?

If I go I have to take the gifts I have given you with me

Fine

You don’t know what you’re agreeing too

I know. Leave

And so Jake did. This has resulted in bad luck, loss of finances, and even supernatural powers and breaths removed from multiple tribes. Jake often joked he had lived for thousands of years. His soul had, he had not. But his soul, and aspects were something he was not in complete control over. Everything on this planet was once a gift. So when the person who gave it to you is removed, so is that gift. Think of this way, god created the world in 7 days, imagine if you banished god during that creation process or worse, there was a removal clause.

Many weeks pass. Jake fails yet again to kill himself. He continued to fued with the ever elusive Daren Black who sprouted curse after curse at Jake, all stemming from his jealousy, and worse, now he was going after Jake’s children. Jake did everything in his power to get rid of Daren, attempted murder, voodoo, angels, but Daren was persistant on making Jake’s life a living hell.

Jake, once again met Maika on the astral. Maika gave Jake a stern talking down too.

I’m never being your fuking friend again! Maika spat. Jake felt angered and hurt but was quite and subdued. He was meek and small.

I know. Jake said in a near whisper.

I would just like to know. Why you left?

What!?

Why did you leave me? Like what did I do wrong?

You were fuking crazy! You were a basket case! You were insane off the fuking rails loosing your shit!?? Jake started to doubt this was really Maika Abend, praying, believing and hoping it to be an imposter.

So you left me because I’m mentally ill?

I left you cus you were skiso as shit! You weren’t manageable. I have no responsibility! I will not be your fuking friend again!

I know. Jake said. Go to hell but he didn’t say it with anger in his voice. He said it soft and non compulsory.

I’m not adding your new fucking skype account

Theres the fuking door Jake said again subtle.

You know if your pissed you should act like it

I’m done. Goodbye

Jake was tired. He planned once again to kill himself in the night. He finally went through with it and closed his old skype account. This further cut him off from DJ and Summer and Crooks and every other person from Jake’s past. Hence the deletion. Jake in truths was incredibly hurt and struck that Maika had such bitter words for him. But overall he knew his place. The only reason Jake was even thinking about Maika freaking Abend was because his family, the gods made arrangements where he could not be sent to the city without the boy. But Jake hated Maika, or atleast the hatred was starting to grow. He’d rather just not go on his quest then sit around waiting for someone who was never going to respond to him.

Eventually Jake started to feel....discombobulated. He started to loathe being human. Jake at this point in time, believed himself to be a god with lost divinity. Something his father Jupiter could only scuff at. It didn’t matter whether or not, this was fact, for it was truly and utterly how Jake Caloway, completely felt. He cried to Apollo in the shower about it, but he couldn't get over it. He wasn’t human, and felt trapped and alone and he didn’t want to be.

This led to an argument with Hermes, who in the past had humored these beliefs but at this moment didn’t. The fight was long and brittle and Jake requested I not give you the full details based off his notes, but it ended to the two’s relationship, at least for that point in time. For reference, Hermes was always someone incredibly special to Jake. He was gona get a devotional tattoo, he spoke to him frequently, they shared laugh, and sometimes sorrows, he felt so extremely close with the god, that the god saying no to him, the way he did, struck a chord.

Days pass and days turn to months. The gods routinely humour Jake’s beliefs about the city, always telling him different things and ideas. They even had Jake draw up a fictional script, which would be known only to reality shifters. However Jake was ever puzzled as to how you could reality shift to a place that already took place in this reality. Reality shifting was the act of transporting yourself to alternate worlds in a similar way to astral projection. Fiction, Fantasy, your own personal write up, which is what this was. Jake designed himself as Atcious a blonde freckled fit boy, with a braid and monochromia. Jake held his breath and hoped that if it ever came to it, he could go there. By Jupiters request the godly parent was Hades, and a few key things were different.

Jake as stated in teh previous assortment had the native or more greek in this sense gift known only as Quills where what he wrote manifested or came true in some scenario and in some way. So Jake writing this character he feared ushered him somehow into existence, though not by Jake’s hand. All he knew was that he dreamt he was at the city the next night and loved it, and that his script was handed straight to Hephestus.

Jake did divination a few days later, and it spoke of Maika’s anger, sleeping with summer, Crooks re-entering the picture, and a fire. Jake did not know what to make of it, so he simply slept.

That night he dreamt he was in a tent. Zag was there. Zag was someone ever present in Caloways life, however he was only there ever in spirit. Zagerous Fairy was a good friend and an even better brother. For Jake and Zag shared the same godly parent, but please don’t repeat that.

Chapter 2: Bloody Wands and Closing Doores

Jake was greeted in his bedroom as most former associates and spirits tend to do, by his former Rabbi of the Conservative branch. She told him many things. She said God chose him for this, and acknowledged the past abuse of his family. She warned him that their is a torah portion about this where Jake is described, about an ambiguously gendered prophet of god, who had issues with their faith,  but it is so old and hard to find, that it was really Jake’s to find on his own. Jake broke down talking to Casiel, an angel from media, that Jake had grown fond of. Jake was of the belief that all depictions of angels, just as depictions of gods, or demons become real within the world, thus no matter where you are pulling from, all angels imagined are real.

Jake broke down, and several mormons, several muslims, several people of all high rank and importance were in the room with him,people he did not know, and they watched his tears flow. Casiel asked Jake why he was doing it at all, Jake replied because it’s the right thing to do. Jake believed you do the right thing not because it gives you a warm fuzzy feeling, not because you get a reward, not because you get to be special, not because no one else will do it, you do the right thing to do, because it is the right thing to do. That was Jake’s motto. He wasn’t right to be god’s prophet, which is what their relationship had divulged into, but the rabbi told him and so did the angel, the previous before mentioned thinking exactly proved why he was chosen.

Jake gasped for air between his crying wails. It’s not fucking easy! What about them! He angrily pointed to his bookshelf which had been turned into a makeshift alter for his ancestors though the gods often resonated there. He’s got the wrong guy Jake gasped. Eventually though Look Dragon appeared in the room. The two had been on bad terms. A former friend, someone he used to tell everything too...a replacement in face and voice...for Maika Abend. The best friend who Jake was trying desperately to let go.

Jake was true drawn to look because outside of the freckles and curly ginger hair which contrasted Jake’s Aubron to fire truck red curls, the boy was near identical to his ex best friend. But Look had abandoned Jake. He wasn’t his friend. His server of wax, the discord they had both been apart of, Jake gave advice that night on how to fix it’s demon problem. Someone had struck a curse on them, and via that magick removing Jake Caloway the demon guy from the scenario was just part of the plan. Jake knew he would never be friends with Look again but amongst the fight those two boys had, despite Jake putting his foot down against the young adult that night, he still angrily helped him. Again because it was the right thing to do.

The night ended with Jake crying more over. He does that alot, and the next day Jake was talked down too by Jupiter. Jupiter’s lightning had been stolen, and Jake knew his quest was to return it to the storm god, however Jake desperately wanted to just get on with it already, still unsure he was, despite Zag and Felix and his other imaginary friends demigods in his life, if The City was really real. Whatever the case, Jake was scolded by Jupiter that he would not be sent on his quest without Maika, and that either a replacement needed to conjure or Maika had to reach out. Jupiter implied however he would not take a replacement, despite giving Jake the option. Jake had tried everything, Skype, Discord, Phone Numbers, His Mother, though that last one was years ago, but Maika Abend was content staying far away from Jake Caloway.

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The only problem? They were running out of time, and Jake knew if Maika made him loose this opportunity he would never forgive the boy. Jake had seen and fucked his future self enough times, to know that one day Maika who is a girl in the future for some reason, and him would be married, and closer than ever. But by that point, Jake will be a blonde hypersexual, and all their friends will have died from playing the game. 

The game was the battle between the gods, the life or death fate for earth. You should be saving the world because it’s the right thing to do. Because you fucking live here. Because nobody else will do it, and if it’s not you it’s no one. You should be saving the world because if not- we all die That was always what Jake said, the repetitive man he was. He called it a game, because it made it less scary, the horror of war.

True if you played, you’d get super powers, rewards, and nice things, possibly even money, but Jake was dead set on not incentivising his team that way, and even though Jake could give and take powers at will, and he was responsible for that in the game, he was not going to tell people that at the start. Not just because it came with responsibility or that it wasn’t guaranteed but also because, he didn’t believe in that. Days turned to night, and Jake’s break down while noted by the gods finally faded from his memory.

Jake slept. In his dream he was on the brown porch/deck near his kitchen, in his home. In his dream a horse was there. The horse swiped Jake and took him to the fae realm telling him to hold on via his hair. There the queen of the black court blessed Jake with a fae like beauty, to be mistaken or seen as a fae by everyone with Irish heritage or practice and for him to grow wings painfully on his back. He thanked her but within reason and consent: learning his lesson from before. The queen simply asked he share tea with her, he said as long as he consented and knew what was in store sure, and he was returned. This will be important later.

Jake in truth didn’t believe he was a halfling. He believed he was something else all together. He believed that he was a god, who chose to run away to become human. He knew that he was a little of everything. Jake believed he was the earth, the wind, the gods, the animals, the grass, the humans, the dirt, the sand. He believed he was everything and anything and that truly species? That was included. Jake didn’t know how he came to this realization. How he knew that he was this person. But he was, and that alone was the fact of Jake Caloways life and existence.

Jake had been playing the game planning for the war to save earth as he believed it to be, for quite some time. His associated Summer, Maika, Crooks, and DJ all called it the game per Jake’s request. Even Jake’s former associate Max Benington who was himself a mirror to Jake and a schizophrenic player. Jake had recently learned of stats in the game, and Jakes was level 2-300 per a thousand. While switching between Encanto and Death Note’s musical soundtracks Jake had a long talk with Thanatos who tried to talk some sense into him.

So what is it then! What is your plan? You’re running head first, into this game with your former friends and you know what Jake? You’re going to get them all killed?

I’m aware of that. It’s life or death. I’m aware of that

Then what are you going to do about it? What’s your plan?

I have several

You have a shitty memory. How are you going to remember? I want you to know my touch of death is not what you think it is. They are going to die bloody on the battlefield-

I know...

You think you got a grip on this? You think because things work out for you- they’ll work out for others? It won’t Jake. They’ll die. Not everyone is as lucky as you. Not everyone is so grateful-

I know. I know that! I’m aware that it’s life or death and that most people are signing up to die. That’s why I don’t incentivise my team with powers or luxuries, because no matter how it ends-

You can give people superpowers. You can take too much away or give too much. But you’re still one man deep in over his head. You can categorize it however you want. You can clarify it however you want. But their arbitrary rules to-

I know! I know exactly even. But my responsibility? It’s not on everyone who plays the game. It’s on my team, the ones I am in charge of- the ones I am the general for- the ones I keep track of. That is who I am incharge of. That is who I need to worry about!

And what happens when theirs blood on your hands?

I know I have a bloody destiny. Feme told me as much.

Then what are you going to do about it?

Play my cards right. Listen to the voices. Know what I’m going to do. Plan ahead or plan in case. I have about 50 for every scenario

Why did you even tell Heckate’s kids to get wands anyways?

Because they’ll be in trouble at some point. The wand is a crutch but also protects them and they’ll need it in the future

She probably already knew that

I know she knows

But are you really willing to die-

I know what I’m doing!

Your in over your head the words were soft. Gentle. Quite.

Gods can you stop saying that!? I know!

The conversation fades. Thanatos confirmed to Jake he wasn’t his fiance wrong brother and also that Jake’s theory about the gods remembering and feeling and having every story written about them, true to them, was true, which confused Jake because he had yet to remember The Dreamers Exchange the book Raven wrote about him, and Thanatos said You’ll see since the book was out of order to Jake’s own life in some places and in others, completely paraphrased. Jake thought the likeness too kind, for he in his own mind was cruel.

A few nights later, Jake was put through more trials by the gods. Eventually Daren Black famous occultist and prone enemy to Jake Caloway sent what is known as an egregore to the boys room. The egregore was of anger, meant to cause angry emotion and make Jake attack Daren so he could absorb his power. Then Jake learned of several voodoo based attacks by Daren placed which he then heard  Papa Legba say to Daren while casting at this moment Voodoo’s not meant for that and saw a vision of Daren blowing white dust in his face.

Lastly Jake learned he lost teeth do to a spell Daren Black and his associates had casted on him. This was true as Jake was missing three front teeth, and more to come. Jake then wandless (since he had packed it hoping again to go to the city per the gods request) angered and late in bed, became his true form. Or what he referred to as Level 3 of it he became an effeminate glowing man, with six heads, six arms, glowing haloes and golden hair, and a shining skin that couldn't be described with words. Angels and demons had been brought in that night and they all bowed, both sides. Jake angry talked to Maika, who was astrally there once more, and  someone in his notes known only as H. and Summer and DJ and Crooks. His godform argued in anger about protecting him. But Maika begged for his friend back.

H. made the comparison to an anime where a gray haired boy would fall asleep and his true angelic form would shine through, and that the human version was him sleeping and Jake explained to Maika that, that was what infact was  going on. Then. Jake with Maika’s permission elevated theblonde  to a god like status, where Maika could than gather answers for himself. As Maika conversed with the other friends astral projecting, Jake had a conversation with Uriel, where he shined his light again, Maika was brought to tears and Uriel told jake to write everything down, and after manically answering everyone’s questions As god or something else entirely, Jake Caloway began to rest. 

Over the next several days, Jake Caloway’s mother had been gone do to a Valentines Day trip, with her boyfriend Twain. Jake was warned ahead of schedule, that his mother would soon have an abusive god as a husband which would later lead her to drinking and abusing Emma, Jake’s second to oldest sister. As a result of Jake’s mother being away and Jake not knowing how to cook, his mother had his sister drive him to fast food every day, and Jake tonight the plump man that he was planned to order yet more food. Jake overheard  the gods speaking at his altar.

I’m sorry, this is really my fault

It’s not you’re fault Zeus assured Dionysus.

No it is. I’m the reason he keeps gorging himself. I’ve made him stuff himself like a feast

Why? Zeus asked concerned.

For the ritual

I wasn’t aware you were the reason.

I was afraid you’d stop me

Yes. I would stop you.

Zeus had proven to be a very special person to Jake Caloway. He was a father figure, literally and symbolically, he was someone who cared deeply for Jake, and Jake loved him dearly. While this would change in the future according to Jake’s own measurements, for the life of him he couldn't imagine why, and he was happy with Zues as his daddy.

A long time ago youtuber and famous occlutist Daren Black’s youtube channel and online branding was removed from several places on account of someone killing people under the insturctions provided on his site, and the brand name. During the initial curse war between Jake and Daren, Daren’s site was killed, loosing hundreds of lectures, advertisements, videos, and statements all provided for free, on his youtube channel. Granted they were always trying to sell a product but still. There was not a single person on this earth