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OMAKE – CANONICAL: Letter - Recipient: Sally Jackson.
🕑 Added 2025-08-16 08:26:46 +0000 UTCPOV: Sally Jackson. I still didn't know what to think about this revelation. Devas being from another world was already strange, but not uni
POV: Sally Jackson.
I still didn't know what to think about this revelation. Devas being from another world was already strange, but not unimaginable, after all, I had already met gods! Devas being from another universe wasn't that surprising to me.
But in this other universe, did he know some stream members because they were just stories? Animes? Comics?
I held my trembling hand lightly. This was strange, what did this mean then? I already knew I was just a simple mortal, that there were gods, beings much more important than a mere human like me.
But this... what did it matter then? And if my world was also just a simple story? Narrated by someone? My thoughts were spiraling down a horrible path before my precious little fish pulled me out of this descending spiral.
"Mom? Are you okay?" My dear Perseus, or Percy, as he liked to be called, asked from the kitchen door.
"Of course, son, Mom just came to get some water. What are you doing awake at this hour? You know you need to wake up early tomorrow for school." It was cute how his little face frowned in dislike when school was mentioned; my little boy really didn't like to study, but I could understand.
From what the Lord of the Seas told me, demigods were made differently, with most, if not all, having ADHD and dyslexia. It must not be easy for Percy to sit in a classroom.
My little fish came with sleepy eyes and hugged me, burying his face in my belly.
"I don't want to go to school. It's boring. Can I stay home? I want to watch Devas!" He said with a muffled voice, not lifting his face from my belly. "He's cool, and very awesome. Can I skip tomorrow to watch the stream early?"
I sighed as I hugged my son. "Sure, but only tomorrow, understood, dear? You need to go to school, got it?" I said with my best authoritative voice.
Percy didn't seem to care and raised his face while smiling. "Thanks, Mom! You're the best mom in the world!" He jumped a little and gave me a kiss on the cheek before running back to his room.
"I'll go to bed to wake up early tomorrow! Love you, Mom! Good night, sleep well!"
I shook my head and couldn't help but chuckle lightly. My little boy never woke up early, but it seemed that for watching Devas's stream, anything was possible.
I waited a few seconds, and when I was sure I was alone in the kitchen again, I picked up the letter that Devas had sent me and started reading it slowly.
[Dear Sally Jackson... Frankly, I'm a complete disaster at writing letters. I'm going to treat this as if it were a normal conversation, so I apologize if it seems offensive in any way.
Well, let's start with the "big revelation." Yes, I did air quotes with my fingers as I wrote that, as if you were here seeing it. I admit it wasn't one of my brightest moments.]
I couldn't help but laugh lightly as I read this part; Devas was a funny person, it seemed like the man always knew how to find the best in a bad situation.
As far as I knew, he was twenty-one, just a year older than me when I had Percy.
At that age, my concern was just going out, enjoying the romance I had with the Lord of the Seas, and having fun. Even when I had Percy, it was like a dream; me, a mortal, carrying a child of a god.
And then came Percy, my dear little fish; he was everything I had ever dreamed of for my son.
But Devas? He had been taken from his home world and thrown into another without explanations. I didn't have all the details, but from what I knew, Terraria didn't seem like a good place to live.
And yet, he always moved forward, without hesitation, even knowing it was dangerous, he risked himself to try to get stronger, to achieve what he wanted.
I didn't know what I would do in that situation, but I knew I wouldn't handle it as well as he did. That's why I admired Devas; he always moved forward, always tried to improve, or as the other stream members liked to say.
"Devas adapted, evolved as he progressed."
It was a small joke, a "meme" as Stark liked to call it, but I could see the truth within those words.
I shook my head and returned my focus, reading the rest of the letter.
[You must be wondering why I said I wouldn't tell about your world, and well, there's a simple reason, and you know what it is, it starts with "d" and ends with "eities." Difficult riddle, isn't it?
Well, I've never been a big fan of them, I'll admit, but the Greeks, in particular... I don't like them, seriously. Aside from one or two, the rest could very well stick their heads up each other's asses and explode into oblivion.
So, not to take any chances, I thought it best not to say anything about your world. Even sending this letter is risky, but still, I thought it best to send it to clarify some things that I don't find sensible to say on stream, as it's more personal to you.
First of all. The damn thought that nothing matters, that if the world I'm in is a story, why bother? What did it all matter.]
I widened my eyes. How did he know my thoughts? Could he see the future now too? Percy's father had said that the sun god had the gift of foresight; did Devas have something similar?
[How do I know this, you must be wondering. Well, I kind of went through the same thing, after all, what guarantees me that this isn't a story? The world I was in, Terraria, was a game for me before. What guaranteed that it still wasn't?
That I wasn't just a playable character in this game and that nothing would change? Or worse, that all of this was a story being told by someone?
But you know what? Screw it, yes, screw it if this is a story, if everything is just a sham, screw that nothing matters.
My life is mine; I'll live it the way I can and know how to. So, Sally Jackson, tell me, are you just going to give up and drop everything, or are you going to move forward as the example of a woman, a mother that you are?
Yes, I know you. Well, not you, you, but you from the book. Ah, you get it, what a hassle. I hate writing; it's much easier just to say things face to face.]
I shook my head again, but I could feel a weight lifting off my shoulders. Devas was right, as strange as the way he expressed it.
What would change? Didn't I already know that the gods dictated the world? That fate was three old ladies, and they really existed? What would change if my world theoretically was a book?
I won't just give up. I had Percy and my life; that was enough. I couldn't leave my little fish alone in this world.
Well, let's finish this letter quickly. I need to wake up early tomorrow and kill my daily quota of zombies. So, I'll give you a small list of advice. You can choose to follow them or not.
Percy, the boy. I know what he is, and I know he has a "scent" that attracts monsters. So, as much as you try to hide him using your miserable "husband" (damn, if I end up going to your world, I'll beat Gabe up, if you don't mind), it won't be forever.
At some point, his scent will leak, and some kind of creature will be knocking at your door. So, do us both a favor: enroll the boy in a martial arts class or something.
My recommendation: have him do fencing. He'll be good at it; you can trust him.
If you don't want him near swords, that's okay. Put him in karate, Muay Thai, Krav Maga, any martial art, but keep the boy in shape.
Keep the phone with the stream always with you, and Percy always with his. Don't lose it! I repeat, don't lose it!
I have a theory that my title, "The Streamer," that you and the rest of the people saw before, and the stream, make people holding the phone "hidden," so to speak, from clairvoyance and those god voyeur things.
So, always have the phone with you. Just in case, it's better to be safe than sorry, after all.
Finally, something you probably already know, but I'll write it here in case you don't.
First: Never take a plane, the king of the gods, or as I like to call him, "Lord-every-hole-is-a-goal." Don't like the sea? Then don't go to the sky; it will go wrong.
Second: If something seems wrong, it's because it is wrong! Follow your instincts, and especially Percy's. If the boy says, "There's something strange, Mom, let's go?" listen to him and leave the place immediately.
Don't act like an extra in a cheap horror movie; follow your instincts and run. Usually, that's enough to survive.
Well, that's it. There are a few more things I would like to write, but as they say, ignorance is bliss. So, unfortunately, I'll leave you in the dark. It's better.
Overall, that's it. I wish all the best for you and Percy, Sally Jackson. Take care of the boy and yourself.
I'll try to help as I can. Don't hesitate to ask if you need anything, money, clothes, food, anything. Just ask; I'll help you as much as I can.
That said, I'll go to sleep. Good night.
Signed: Devas Asura.
PS: If you put the boy in a martial arts class, don't forget to tell him to restrain himself, or he might break someone's bones.
PSS: I think you're already doing this, but if you're not, here's an idea: Research on the internet or ask someone what kind of medicine makes a person drowsy and especially. Impotent.
Put it in the food of the pile of crap you insist on calling a husband, and it should solve some problems.
PSSS: Your cookies are delicious!
PSSSS: Burn this letter after reading it, pour acid on it, take what's left and burn it again, and then bury it in the grounds of a Catholic church.
As arrogant as the lord of the heavens is, he doesn't have the balls to mess with the Big G.
I don't know if he exists in your world, but it's valid to think that he does. So do that; that way, the information in the letter should stay safe.
Or just leave it with the phone; that should work too.]
At the end of the letter, I had to cover my mouth with my hand to avoid waking up the entire neighborhood with my laughter.
I wiped the tears from my eyes with my fingers and smiled; this time, a genuine smile of happiness.
I'll follow Devas's advice. I may not have known him for a long time, but I felt that he really wanted the best for me and, especially, for Percy.
As he said, right? Just follow your instincts; mine told me that listening to Devas was the right choice, so I'll do that.
I just wondered why he tried so hard to help us. Was it because of Percy? Or was it because of me?
I looked at my body; I might not be twenty anymore, but I was still as beautiful as ever. Had I managed to seduce a man from another world just with my description in a book?
I chuckled lightly. It seems that the Greek pride had passed on to me somehow.
I picked up the letter and folded it, putting it behind the phone. I don't want to risk burning the letter and prefer not to risk attracting the attention of another god or his angels.
I yawned as I walked back to the bedroom. It was late; I better go to sleep.
Entering the room, Gabe's snores were loud as always. I didn't hesitate and threw myself on the bed, not worrying about waking up my "husband."
Devas was cute trying to help me, but if he thinks I haven't drugged Gabe for years, he's sorely mistaken.
I lay on my bed with lighter shoulders and slept the best night I had had in many years. A sweet night with pleasant dreams.
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