One may wonder. What would happen to a man living in isolation for thirty million years?
The answer was, Marshall. Every living, breathing moment of his life, a vile, demonic voice spoke into his mind. It spoke of vice, it spoke of temptations, and now, it just kept chanting the same damn word day and night. So, Marshall also sang bullshit to counter that. That was the only way to keep himself alive.
Besides, jerking off fixed that issue every single time. Each post-nut clarity gave him mental calm for about three hours.
Other than that, he also finally completed renovating the entire Antarctica. Yes, the entire continent. It wasn't that big at that point in time. And he'd taken inspiration from Chinese and Japanese culture.
He created literal roads made of stones. Staircases that led him up to the mountains, using the bones of the animals he killed as steps. He created pavilions and dug lakes with his hands. Created all sorts of tools with bone and wood. He did whatever he could and made villages and towns. Sadly, he was the only one living there.
Now, he finished his last pet project. A huge animal enclosure for his livestock. Meat alone was boring, so he started eating dinosaur eggs. The hard part was searching for them. So, he captured two hundred dinosaurs and domesticated them. They were just chickens to him.
"Go on, give me those delicious eggs."
He rubbed his hands in pride, watching his huge enclosure in the sunset light.
"Ain't much but it's honest work."
"Why? Why won't he accept the corruption? He desires it so desperately! I can create the woman of his dreams for him."
Mephisto seethed in anger whilst sitting on his throne. He watched the absurd man on Earth. It had been more than ten million years and all his attempts to seduce and corrupt the man had been vain.
"What even is he? That's not a human." He pondered, having watched the human since a few million years after its genesis. "How is he immortal?"
But one thing Mephisto had seen clearly was that the human was growing mentally insane, unhinged, and losing his humanity. Isolated, alone, the human showed the peak sin of lust, nothing else. He already had power and life, the one thing he lacked was company.
"However long it takes… I'll have his soul."
Now, it was an obsession. A challenge to his existence.
"Man, look at that shooting star."
"Yeah, it's beautiful." Marshall chomped on his dinner, a yummy stew of dinosaur meat and eggs. He sat at the mouth of his cave on the mountain, watching the night stars. Beside him, his pet T-Rex sat on its ass, its tiny arms resting relaxedly. Both of them were looking up.
However, as Marshall completed his dinner, he scratched his head, trying to remember something. And then, it hit him abruptly. No wonder the shooting star looked so big and bright. It was a fucking meteor, THE meteor.
"Holy shit! I almost forgot about it. No wonder this place started to feel colder. Fuck, I should start packing." He jumped to his feet, not much scared of anything. He had inherited the apex swimming ability from the Pliosaurus as well. Although the meteor would turn the seas violent with tsunamis, it was nothing to him.
And then, he saw the light of the meteor illuminate the sky for a while. He didn't hear anything, but soon, he felt much of it. The earth started shaking, the rumble was instant. A low infrasound covered the entire land.
"That's it, buddy." He looked at his pet T-Rex. The big boy was truly big, 50 feet long, almost ten tonnes. He sure was chubby, but also the largest Marshall had ever seen. "That's the end of your species, my frien—Wait a fucking minute! How the hell are you still alive?!"
As if forgetting that he himself was immortal, he stared at the sitting T-Rex in pure awe and shock. "Y-You're… Since the meteor hit now, that means I've spent thirty-four million years on Earth. You're… Sweet Jesus! You're four million years old! How?"
So lost and mentally fucked, he'd never even taken a moment to question his surroundings until now. This same T-Rex had been with him for so long. He'd pretty much raised him from an egg that he forgot to eat once.
"What do you mean by a vine blessed you? What vine and…"
Once again, he lost himself.
Am I really that dumb? What happened to my common sense?
"Why am I able to understand you? And why do you have intelligent thoughts?"
Sassy, the T-Rex rolled his eyes, waved his little arms, and went into the cave.
He's even got a personality now?! What kind of vine was it?
Nonetheless, it was time to move.
"Ugh… Crossing the sea with him will be tough."
Forty-three million years later.
"Atta, boy! Grab that side of the rope!"
"Don't you complain at me, boy! It was you who woke up late!" Marshall scolded the T-Rex, who he now cherished the most. In that isolation, the T-Rex was the closest company he had. "Now put some strength into it."
Marshall had knitted a fishnet using vines and some other available things. The world had changed right in front of his eyes. It started to look more and more like what he remembered from his past life. He'd seen the early relatives of elephants roam. He'd seen lion-like creatures. Heck, he even had a horse, well it looked like a horse. Probably an ancestor of horses. Even the crocodiles had appeared, but they were huge, and he'd even died at one's jaws, only to get stronger. Thankfully, he didn't appear in his original place after dying. And instead appeared right where he'd died. He then killed that giant crocodile.
As for marine life. That was his favorite part. Fishes that seemed modern had started to appear, and he ate them like the sweetest delicacies. That was why he and his pal went to fish each morning for their breakfast.
"Pull, Marty! We caught a lot today." Marshall cheered, the T-Rex he'd named Marty.
Eventually, both of them dragged the net full of fine fish. Right away, they set up the fire and sat down to savor their breakfast.
For the coming years upon years, Marshall had decided to stay in Europe, hoping to see the rise of humanity. He was somewhat excited now, no longer affected by the passage of time. His mind had gotten accustomed to it biologically. Besides, all the damage that could have been done had already been done.
Twenty-one million more years later.
"Happy birthday to me! Happy birthday, dear Marshall S. Grant, Happy birthday to me!"
The cake was a steak. Marty wore a hat made of vines, however. The guy sure loved vines and used his little hands to make it somehow. Marshall didn't give a damn anymore.
"With this, I have become ninety-eight million years old." He declared proudly, blowing on a lit wooden stick. "Ah—my back…"
He was insane. Even joking with himself, and then laughing at his own jokes. But at last, he was close to the destined time. The era of the rise of humans. He'd even holed up where modern-day Turkey would be, as he reckoned the humanoids would cross over to Europe from there.
However, twenty-one million years was a lot. In that time he'd hunted woolly mammoths and made himself some nice, furry clothes. From boots to cape, and even leather pants and a shirt. Living was becoming easier as time went by. But it was cold thanks to the ice age. He'd even made a massive coat for Marty.
Marshall rushed to the gaping window of his tall mountain home. He'd carved a cave right into it for his housing needs. And he'd made it in a place from where he could stare right into the valley where he reckoned the humanoids were most likely to pass through.
If one were to ask. What the effects of ninety-eight million years of isolation and pent-up libido looked like. Marshall would be the answer.
He jumped straight out of the window into the valley that was a drop of tens of feet. But he was no longer a simple creature. He skidded down the deep slopes, straight into the valley.
He made a lot of noise. The rocks and the dirt skidded with him. Before he even reached the sizable group of humanoids, he'd warned them already. They'd all instantly become alert, scared, and huddled closer, with the larger ones among them coming forward with crude stone tools that looked like axes.
"Hello there, my fellow humans… almost humans." Marshall finally landed in the valley where he'd set up a thin rope made of soft bark that'd rung the bell in his home if someone passed through it. "I would like to view your women."
What the fuck's he saying?