Ancestors - Chapter 2

October 3rd, 2026

Luke walked through the gates, acknowledging Barry, the overnight guardsman, with a nod as he exited. The gate slowly closed behind him as he stepped onto the sidewalk, placing wireless earbuds into his ears. Melancholic electronic music with a witchy vibe underscored his walk through the neighborhood. The wind was rough and strong, making the Halloween decorations on the houses billow as Luke passed by. He took out his vape pen, inhaling deeply as he walked past families fighting the gusts to put up their decorations.

A white wolf with golden eyes watched him from behind large bushes, its presence unsettling but not yet fully noticed by Luke. He stopped walking, sensing something strange in the air. The wind had stopped blowing, and he looked around, trying to pinpoint the source of his unease. The wolf’s eyes met his eyes for a brief moment, sending chills down his spine. He wiped his eyes, but when he looked back, the eyes were gone. Shaking off the feeling, he quickened his pace, unaware that the white wolf’s small paws were following close behind. Luke’s heart raced as he almost jogged down the street. He could hear the heavy panting of the wolf’s breath, a primal sound that seemed to echo within him. He spun around, his anxiety reaching a peak as he tried to locate the source of the sound. A low growl, followed by a howl, echoed from behind him. He turned to see the white wolf standing in the middle of the empty street, looking at him with a wicked smile.

“What the hell?” Luke was startled. “Fuck this…” He broke into a furious run, the white wolf chasing after him. He pushed past a few pedestrians, his panic evident.

“Whoa, was that Luke Lobo?” one pedestrian exclaimed.

“Dude, that asshole pushed into me,” another grumbled.

Luke ran, the sounds of the wolf breath and howling stopping the moment he passed through the pedestrians. He turned a corner and collided with Caspar, bouncing off him and landing hard on the ground.

“What are you doing, Luke?” Caspar asked, his tone a mix of confusion and annoyance.

“Um… Shit… Um…” Luke stammered, trying to catch his breath.

“Really, Luke? I should get a restraining order,” Caspar said, his patience wearing thin.

“No, Caspar. I just got off set and was walking through the neighborhood to get some…” Luke said, scrambling to his feet.

“Um… food.” Replied Caspar.

“Bingo. I’m starving,” Luke added, dusting himself off.

“Luke, we need to talk,” Caspar said, his tone serious.

“Not right now, I gotta go,” Luke replied, trying to leave.

“Dude, you’re being weird,” Caspar insisted.

“I thought I saw a… a… Um, I thought…” Luke trailed off, his mind racing.

“You’ve been this way ever since we…” Caspar began.

“Broke up? Yeah, I’ve been weird, Caspar… I loved you, and you just tore me up and left me,” Luke said, his voice filled with hurt.

“That’s not how I remember it, Luke,” Caspar countered.

“Well, Caspar, to each their own. I gotta go. I’ll make sure not to walk through our old neighborhood again,” Luke said, pushing past Caspar and walking towards the end of the street.

Luke stepped onto the busy street, pulling out his phone to open a ride-share app. As he waited for his car, he noticed an overly commercial and bland billboard for a spy movie called “Detective Spy Dad.” He groaned, looking at the billboard in dismay. “No, no, no… Ew…” he moaned, slapping his face with his palm and dragging it down slowly. There on Melrose Boulevard for all to see was Luke dressed up as a detective, with a magnifying glass, and a baby strapped to his chest. 

A few fans nearby recognized him and eagerly approached for photos. Luke reluctantly obliged, forcing a smile for the cameras. The fans had a laugh riot as they realized Luke was also on the billboard. It was so early in the morning and truly hard for Luke to muster up the strength to perform the role of gracious Hollywood actor. It was a white car that pulled up and saved him from having to speak further to his fans, Luke checked his phone before getting in. He took a quick photo of the billboard before closing the door. His agent would definitely be hearing about this soon. 

The ride-share driver, silent and wearing sunglasses, nodded and smirked as Luke settled into the back seat. The vehicle wound through the Hollywood Hills, the music in Luke’s earbuds a mixture of Lana Del Rey and The Cure, underscoring the journey. He was finally free and he let his head press up against the glass of the window as he stared out oblivious to everything. Luke was tired but he was also constantly feeling as if his life were just a series of moments, and like on a film set, he was always being ushered from one moment to another with no real way of actually feeling heard. He forgot what it felt to actually want something and not be handled by agents, managers, executives, assistants, publicists. He couldn’t remember the last time he was just free to make a choice in his life. 

The car pulled up to a gated home, and Luke didn’t notice the stylish black man pacing outside, phone in hand. The music in his earbuds faded as he removed them.“Thanks for the ride,” Luke said, stepping out. The driver nodded, his expression inscrutable. Luke noticed the little heads and bones hanging from the rearview mirror. “Hey, are those…” he began, but his phone rang loudly. “Shit, my roommate’s calling me…” Luke answered the phone as the driver screeched away.

“Bitch, where are you?” Brooks, his roommate, demanded, his voice stressed.

“Hello to you too, Brooks,” Luke replied.

“Wait a second, where are you?” Brooks asked, turning to see Luke on the sidewalk.

“Dude, I just got home and am exhausted from the overnight. Also, the driver just drove off like a bat out of hell because I was going to ask them about their shrunken heads,” Luke explained.

Brooks walked over to Luke, his concern evident. “How many times have I told you to get yourself a driver? You do not need to be testing your luck with ride-shares.”

“They’re not all crazy,” Luke protested.

“Turn around,” Brooks ordered.

“What?” Luke asked, confused.

Brooks tapped him on the shoulder. “Shit!” Luke exclaimed.

“Hi,” Brooks said, unamused.

“Dude, why’d you do that?” Luke asked, rubbing his shoulder.

“If you thought that was scary, look at our place,” Brooks said, pointing to the front door, which was smashed in.

“No way… No, no, no, n-no…” Luke stammered, running inside.

“FUCK!” he yelled, taking in the ransacked house. Brooks followed, his expression grim. “What happened?”

“Fuck if I know. I literally just got home from a night shift at The Cauldron,” Brooks replied.

“Shit… Shit… What the hell do we do?” Luke asked, his voice rising in panic.

“We call the cops,” Brooks said calmly.

“I guess I should make the call since the place is in my name,” Luke sighed.

“Yup,” Brooks agreed.

“Anything missing?” Luke asked, surveying the damage.

“Honestly, I haven’t really looked inside, but nothing seems to be missing…” Brooks said. Luke and Brooks entered the house, stepping carefully around the debris. “Just destroyed… Smashed… Smithereens,” Brooks said, shaking his head.

“Who would do this?” Luke wondered aloud.

“Somebody pissed off. The energy left over feels angry, fucked up, and full of hate,” Brooks said, his eyes turning white as he entered an empathic state.

“Where the hell was Mark?” Luke asked.

“Where do you think?” Brooks replied.

“Mallory…” Luke picked up pieces of DJ equipment.

“Yup,” Brooks confirmed.

“Did you tell him?” Luke asked.

“I sent a text but haven’t heard back,” Brooks said.

“He’s going to freak," Luke said, dropping the DJ equipment.

"Big time," Brooks agreed.

They walked through the living room, taking in the extent of the damage. The furniture was ripped and shredded into thousands of little pieces. Gashes in the walls suggested that someone was literally trying to get into them. One of the things that took both of them by surprise was the sight of a marbled statue of Venus submerged into one of the walls. Luke’s modest mansion was designed with a mixture of sleek modernism with the bones of Spanish colonial revival. The house was a one story home but it was large and had a beautiful garden and pool in the back. The glass doors leading to the garden were shattered into little pieces covering the floor. 

"Why would someone just come in and destroy a bunch of our shit and not take anything?" Luke asked, baffled.

"Who knows, and let’s not rule out that we’re missing stuff until we do, you know what," Brooks said, exchanging a knowing look with Luke.

"Yeah..." Luke sighed.

The sound of a car pulling up and loud music announced Mark’s arrival. He entered the house, his disheveled appearance and stoned puppy eyes reflecting his recent activities. "Hey boo-boos... OH. MY. GOD!" Mark exclaimed, his eyes widening as he took in the scene.

"Hey, Mark..." Luke and Brooks greeted him without looking up.

"What the fuck! Who did this?" Mark demanded, rushing to his DJ equipment.

"We have no idea..." Luke replied.

Mark ran to his room, panic evident in his voice. "Omg, omg, omg, I can’t believe this, no, no, no, what about my room?"

Brooks and Luke shared a look, bracing themselves for Mark’s dramatics.

Mark's scream echoed through the house. "JUDY!!! Who would do such horrible things to you! Why?!"

Brooks shook his head, exasperated. "Come on, man, put yourself together."

"Screw you!" Mark shot back.

"Screw me, bitch, screw you!" Brooks retorted.

"Dammit, you two, shut up!" Luke yelled, his phone to his ear.

"Fuck off!" Brooks and Mark replied in unison.

"I’m calling the cops," Luke said, his voice firm.

Mark made his way into his closet. If his hysterics were at the highest level one could create they reached a new stratosphere when he found his Dolly Parton poster destroyed into a million pieces. “DOLLY!!!” The echo of Mark’s cries could be heard in a three mile radius. He even startled old Mrs. Miller, who was partially deaf in both ears, which caused her dog to run off from the high-pitched wails. 

The house was in disarray, and the roommates were at their wits' end. As Luke spoke to the police, Lee, their quiet but steadfast roommate, entered the disastrous scene. "Knock-knock... Whoa... What the heck happened here?" Lee asked, surveying the damage.

Mark looked up, tears streaming down his face. "They murdered Judy… And Dolly!"

Lee's face hardened. "Hey Lee... We got broken into..." Brooks explained.

Luke, still on the phone, tried to remain calm. "Um, hi, I’d like to report a breaking and entering... What’s my name? Luke... Um..." He paused, looking at the others for support.

Brooks mouthed the words, "What’s wrong, Luke?"

"Um... My real name is Marteen Lobo..." Luke confessed, his voice barely a whisper.

Mark and Brooks looked at him, perplexed. "Marteen? Who’s that?" Mark asked, confusion etched on his face.

Luke shrugged off their questions and continued speaking to the operator. "Thanks... Yeah, me and my roommates all just got home this morning and found our house broken into... Um, what was that..." He left the room, seeking privacy for the call.

Mark and Brooks turned their attention to Lee. "Don’t ask, he hates his real name," Lee said, trying to deflect their curiosity.

"Well, what about you? Any hidden Latin names you want to tell us about?" Brooks teased.

"Nope. Just Lee," Lee replied shortly.

"Lee Lobo," Mark suggested.

"No," Lee said firmly.

“Sorry,” Mark said, eyebrows shooting up to his hairline.

"It’s just Lee," Lee reiterated.

Mark, still emotional, turned his attention back to his room. "They tore apart my Judy Garland shrine! Why?!"

Brooks sighed. "Those two brothers are a can of worms. Believe me, it’s better to just leave it alone."

"Whatever," Mark sifted through the wreckage of his room.

Outside, the sound of police sirens grew louder. As the officers arrived, the roommates braced themselves for the investigation ahead. The house was a whirlwind of activity as police officers swarmed the scene. Brooks sat in the living room, filing his nails, while Mark lay passed out on the couch, his hoodie pulled tight around his face. Lee stood in the kitchen, speaking with Detective Smith.

In the dining room, Luke sat across from a younger detective named Rodrigo. Rodrigo licked his lips gently, his expression one of concern.

"Only a couple more questions, I bet you’re exhausted," Rodrigo said, trying to put Luke at ease.

"Not really, I just haven’t slept all night and now all day," Luke replied, his mind wandering.

"That must be hard, having to do an all-nighter and then deal with this mess," Rodrigo sympathized.

"Yeah... I was expecting to drink a morning elixir and fall asleep," Luke admitted.

"A morning cap?" Rodrigo asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yup... It’s when I mix a stiff drink and some sleepy time CBD pills and crash for 12 hours," Luke explained.

"Sounds like you disappear," Rodrigo commented.

"When you’re wired from set, it’s the only thing that gets me to sleep," Luke said, lost in thought.

Across the living room, Brooks watched the interaction between Rodrigo and Luke with growing irritation. His nail filing became more aggressive as he picked up on Rodrigo's subtle flirtations.

"Understandable... Believe me, everyone has their little tricks that help them get some rest," Rodrigo continued, his tone light.

"Yeah..." Luke replied, his mind still elsewhere.

Rodrigo leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "I shouldn’t say this, but you’re one of my favorite actors. Honestly, I am not trying to bother you, but you are amazing in everything I’ve ever seen you in."

Luke offered a tired smile. "Thanks... You grew up in LA?"

"Yeah. Dad was an actor too, but just not that good," Rodrigo said with a hint of sadness.

"At acting?" Luke asked, curious.

"No, the business," Rodrigo clarified. "He always tried so hard and... I don’t know... I mean, you must know how it is. The business chooses you. So many people struggle to realize it, and he spent the latter parts of his life with lips around a bottle."

Luke was about to get up when Rodrigo touched his arm gently. "I shouldn’t say this, but you should look into your family," Rodrigo whispered, his eyes intense.

"What?" Luke asked, caught off guard.

"Shadows are all around us..." Rodrigo said cryptically, before standing up and clearing his throat. "So like I said, we do apologize that you were broken into last night. The good thing is that nothing was stolen, that you know of, but if you need to report anything, please make sure to reach out to myself or Detective Smith."

Detective Smith approached them, his demeanor all business. "Everything good?"

"Good. Well, we should be on the way. Please call either of us if you think of anything else you missed," Rodrigo said, handing Luke a business card.

"Ready?" Detective Smith asked Rodrigo, noticing something off but unable to pinpoint it.

"Um, yeah," Luke replied, his mind still reeling from Rodrigo's words.

As the detectives left, Luke watched them drive away, feeling a strange mix of relief and unease. Brooks sidled up to him, his curiosity piqued. "What the hell was that?" Brooks asked, pinching Luke.

"Ouch! Nothing..." Luke said, trying to dismiss it.

"Yeah, nothing for sure," Brooks said sarcastically. 

"Leave it alone. He was just flirting…” Mark chimed in from his comatose state.

“Whatever," Luke turned away.

"Yeah, and what about Caspar?" Brooks pressed.

"What about him?" Luke asked, his patience wearing thin.

"You just saw him the other night," Brooks insisted.

"No, I didn’t," Luke said, his frustration growing.

"Ugh, yeah," Brooks didn’t know if Luke was playing a joke on him. 

"What are you talking about? Caspar and I have been broken up for months," Luke said, confused.

Brooks did a double take. "Um, no..."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Luke asked, looking to Lee for confirmation.

Lee hesitated before speaking. "Brooks is right. We rented a boat for Labor Day weekend, and you two were back together. You were going to... well, you know, if I hadn’t pushed you into the water."

Luke, exhausted and overwhelmed, flopped onto the couch next to Mark. "Whatever..."

"Doesn’t that bother you that you can’t remember?" Brooks asked, concerned.

"Brooks, just leave him alone. He’s tired and just needs rest," Lee interjected.

"But..." Brooks began.

"It’s not our business whatever is going on between the two of them. It’s their business," Lee said firmly.

"Fine. I’ll leave it alone," Brooks conceded.

"Good. Now can we get to fixing up this place before Luke passes out?" Lee asked.

"Do we have to?" Luke groaned.

"Come on, bro. Get the grimoire," Lee said, giving Luke a reassuring gesture.

Luke's eyes popped open. "Shit..."

"Please tell me you have it in safe keeping," Brooks said, his tone urgent.

"Um..." Luke hesitated, standing up quickly and rushing to a blank wall. He made a circle with his fingers and traced a design on the wall. The wall began to shift, revealing a small wooden door frame to a cabinet.

"Brooks, can you draw the blinds?" Luke asked.

"Sure," Brooks replied, snapping his fingers and closing the blinds.

"Lee..." Luke called.

"Yeah," Lee responded.

"Will you be the anchor tonight? Mark is too out of it, and we need someone strong to ground the spell," Luke said.

"Got it," Lee said, tracing runic symbols in the air that materialized into electric manifestations.

Luke took a deep breath and opened the cabinet door, revealing a very large book protected and chained. Everyone exhaled in relief.

"How did you forget to check?" Brooks asked.

"He was preoccupied," Lee said, defending Luke.

"Whatever..." Luke said, taking the book out of the cabinet.

"Clearly, this is what they came for," Brooks said, indicating the large claw marks on the door.

"Good thing our wards are impenetrable," Luke said with a smile.

"You’re welcome," Brooks replied.

"Mrs. Gunnerson would give you high marks," Luke said, his smile growing.

"The academy always said I had high potential," Brooks quipped.

Mark, sharp but exhausted, woke up. "It only took this long till Miss Valedictorian congratulated herself."

"Shut up, bitter Betty, and pop another one of your 'magick' tonics," Brooks shot back.

"Jealous..." Mark sniped, stretching and standing up.

"Alright, let's get this going," Luke said, looking over at Lee, who seemed distant. He handed out candles from the cabinet to Brooks and Mark.

"Here," he said, walking over to Lee. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, I’m good," Lee replied, avoiding eye contact.

"You sure?" Luke pressed.

"Yeah, it’s cool, man. You know how it is when you three talk about school," Lee said, shrugging it off.

"Yeah, I know," Luke said softly.

"We’re good," Lee reassured him.

The four of them began to prepare, each with their unique tattoos of alchemical, witchcraft iconography, and runic symbols. Over their hearts, each had a sacred geometric symbol. Luke opened the grimoire, and the room's lighting shifted. Shadows grew heavy, and the candles instantly lit up.

"We call upon the spirit of the great mother and the great father," Luke intoned.

"Blessed be," Brooks, Mark, and Lee echoed.

A heavy wind echoed their words, gusts of air flowing through the room.

"By Earth, Air, Fire, and Water, Storm and Spirit, we call upon the force of the universe to repair what has been lost," Luke continued.

"Blessed be," the others repeated.

Their tattoos began to move, and the sounds of chanting filled the room.

"Ancestors awaken! Ancestors hear us! Ancestors, we ask, do we have permission to repair what has been lost?" Luke called out.

A ball of light illuminated the center of the room.

"Blessed be," they chanted.

A crack of lightning erupted, and the room began to shake as all the broken pieces of the home levitated and repaired themselves. Quickly their shattered world became whole once more. All of the broken furniture turned and twisted until they were pieced back together. Mark’s DJ equipment was fixed and appeared better than before it was destroyed. Dolly and Judy were put back together. All of Luke’s house was in order once more. 

Outside, the paparazzi waited, their cameras ready for any hint of action. They saw nothing as the front door repaired itself. Gary, one of the paparazzi, lifted his camera, about to snap a shot of the door repairing.

Inside, Luke and his friends continued the ritual. "Mend what is broken," Luke commanded.

"Mend," the others echoed.

"Bend what was taken," Luke continued.

"Bend," they repeated.

"Send us the grace of the Great Spirit and let our Ancestors help us fix what has been shattered," Luke said, his voice strong.

As the furniture and personal belongings mended, flashes of light figures swirled around, helping them repair their home.

"So shall it be! So shall it be! So shall it be!" They chanted together.

A flash of light filled the room, and outside, Gary lowered his camera, blinking repeatedly. Omar, another paparazzi, approached him, his eyes also illuminated. "What was that?" Omar asked.

"I don’t know... I thought it was..." Gary trailed off. 

Their demeanor changed, becoming oddly robotic. "I think I’m heading home for the night," Omar said, monotone.

"Yeah, me too... Where the heck are we?" Gary replied, equally robotic. The enchanted paparazzi walked away from the front gate, leaving the scene.

Inside, Luke watched them leave, still in a trance. Lee approached him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Are they gone Marteen?"

"Not many people call me Marteen anymore," Luke said, his voice distant.

“Well, I’m not many people. I’m your brother.” Lee reminded his twin brother. 

“Of course. I know that Lee. It’s just…” 

“What?” Lee knew something was truly bothering Luke.

Luke turned to look into Lee’s eyes but could not speak up and turned away. “I’m fine. I think I just need to get some rest.”

“You let him put too much pressure on you.” Lee knew this would either lead to another argument or nothing. 

“Can we please not do this tonight?” Luke did not want to argue and was defeated.

“I’m not trying to do anything. I care about you, bro.” Lee loved his brother dearly and he meant everything to him. “I just don’t want to see you destroyed trying to live up to his expectations.”

“I promise you I’m not.” Luke touched Lee’s hand and reassured him. “Honestly, what I want is a little sleepy time drink, a joint, and to watch some mindless television with you all. It has been a very long day.” Lee did not fight his brother’s wishes and gave him a brief smile before joining Mark and Brooks on the couch. 

Luke’s phone vibrated in his pocket. The caller ID said, Grandpa.

“Hello.” Luke spoke sheepishly.

“Are you okay?” Hektor had a commanding tone. 

“Yes, we are all fine.” Luke replied. 

“Why won’t you let me get you a security detail to monitor you and your home?” Hektor was always about business. “This could have been avoided had you let me protect you.”

“Grandpa, I’m fine. I promise.” Luke kept his voice down. He didn’t want the others to hear him. However, Lee could hear what was being said but didn’t say anything. He was being chatty with Mark and Brooks but all the while there was hatred brewing inside of him as he listened to their conversation. 

“You really should come live at one of the apartments in the studio while we finish the film.” There was always a tone in Hektor’s voice when Luke felt the power of his grandfather commanding him. He remembered this feeling so many times and it took him many years to know how to pull himself out of Hektor’s spell. “Think of the quality of the picture. You have a chance to make something that could change how people see the cinema. Don’t you think it would be reasonable to just stay here where we can keep you safe? Just until everything passes this month. Halloween is approaching very fast. You feel it, don't you?” 

It took Luke a moment to snap out of the memory that appeared as his brother Lee stared at him. There was a time when both boys were eighteen and Luke was sitting in his grandfather’s office pleading with him to help his brother with college tuition. Standing outside of the office, Lee watched his life being decided in front of him and having no room to speak for himself. It had always been that way. Hektor was a type of man that lived by his rules and truth, if you didn’t fit into that microcosm of justification, you did not exist to him. Lee had felt this burden his entire life and as he watched his brother on the phone looking like he was hearing the worst news in his life, Lee did the one thing he and Luke found was their solace in life. These two boys, no matter the joy or tragedy, they always could find each other in their mind, and for the brief moment of bliss, they knew they would be fine. Luke took in Lee’s sight which told him to end the call. 

“I just think you would be much better if you took the ascension seriously.” Hektor found his voice interrupted and his spell broken.

“Please grandpa, I think I need some space from the studio. It’s too much for me to be there all the time. I need space from it. I’m not like you.” There was confidence in Luke’s tone. 

“Is Lee with you?” Hektor could always tell when Lee was around. His grandson was different and not as malleable as he would like his clay to be. 

“This isn’t about Lee.” Luke said sternly as he made his way to the back dining room adjacent to the living room. Lee turned around and knew Luke would be fine to finish this conversation. “Grandpa, I want to be clear. I don't know if I want to accept the mantle. You’ve been preparing me my entire life and for once I don’t think I should be forced to do this if I don’t believe in it.”

There was a long pause before Hektor spoke, “I am dying Luke.” The words rang through the receiver causing Luke to freeze in time. Everything stopped. “You think you actually have a choice in all of this and it’s because I gave you the luxury of thinking that way. Your mother begged me when I let you both back into this family after she ran away to be foolish with your father.” Memories of the bayou flooded back into Luke’s mind. The sounds of the intoxicating insects swarmed into his mind and for a moment he felt like the nine year old child he was so many years ago. “I tried very hard to find another heir but I don’t make the universe the way it is. You bare my mark. You carry the bloodline. You are our future of the Lobo tribe and it is going to be thrusted upon you on the thirty-first whether you want it or not.” Hektor spoke honestly with his grandson. It didn’t matter if his grandson understood how much he loved him. He was a man and he had to speak to him in this way because when it was his time to rise and become the Halloween King no one prepared him. “You were destined to become the Halloween Prince and lead the ancestral tribes to the convocation in three years. I have done everything I could do to prepare you but I will join the ancestors in the ancestral plane on Halloween.”

“What if I’m not ready?” Luke asked his grandfather, becoming a child in every word hoping for guidance.

“None of us are ever ready. That is what it means to be a Shamanic Ancestor. You are to lead this tribe whether ready or not it is your birthright. It is your crown and throne. It is you that holds the torch lighting the path for our ancestors. You are my grandson. The first born of my eldest child.” Hektor said no more and the silence between them only grew thicker as Luke dropped the phone from his ear. He’d always known this day would come. However hearing his grandfather was dying made all of this too real. And yet, as much as he could not escape what was happening, all he could do was watch his roommates enjoying the evening. They were laughing, smoking weed, and vegging out on snacks while RuPaul’s Drag Race blared on the TV. His brother Lee, who was very much a traditional “straight” guy, secretly watched RuPaul’s acting as if he was not interested but very much the biggest fan out of all of them. Brooks and Mark were doing their commentary bit reading every queen to filth and showcasing their best lip sync performance. As he watched his last bits of freedom evaporate it was his inner child that took hold and drew him back into the recesses of his memory. 

Luke's vision blurred, and he saw a forest thicket in broad daylight. It felt like a portal to another world, time, and space. His reality disappeared and he found himself back in time the moment everything changed in his life. Was this really what it was always going to be? He pondered as he remembered the moment he left his original life. The moment everything changed and he would forever become known as the Ancestral Heir of the Lobo Tribe.