Bab 75: The city needs a Hero
I hate the teleport spell. In terms of casting speed and functionality, it is above all praise, but in terms of convenience... Squeezing through a narrow tube, in which there is a feeling that just a little bit more and get stuck, few people will leave indifferent, especially when you consider that at this moment you are surrounded by impenetrable darkness, with periodic flickering here and there dim dashes. You can't breathe either... Brrr, God forbid I get stuck here.
Fortunately, the spell worked correctly, so soon my ribs were no longer being squeezed by invisible vise, and I grouped myself a bit to land successfully on my feet on the way out. Huh, growing on me!
"Ouch!
Before I could rejoice at my small success, Harley kicked me in the head, knocking me to the tiled floor, and then covered the resulting pile of clothes on top.
"Are you okay?" I stood up slowly, holding my buzzing head, and finally looked around normally, noting the familiar kitchen set that we had recently chosen with my beloved in consultation with the VSO manager. Of course, it's cool that we found ourselves at home, but the way it happened... I probably shouldn't have had my perverted assistant so actively harassing the sorceress's ass. Heh, though I doubt it would have made much of a difference in the end result.
"All right, Mr. J," the blonde was on her feet, panting with indignation, reminding me of a cute, angry hedgehog. - What a magical bitch. What didn't she like?!
The naked cutie kicked a chair that came under her hot hand, grimacing in pain.
"I guess she liked it too much and got scared," I said thoughtfully, remembering the events that had preceded the amazing sex. It wasn't every day that an aspect was so obvious in the real world, especially under such unusual circumstances.
"You know something? Right, I don't remember being pantsless in that cave. Admit it, you two just wanted to rape me on the altar!" Harley's finger pointed accusingly at me.
I might have been insulted if the girl's cheeks hadn't been covered in a slight blush at that moment.
"They'd use me like a thing, torture my helpless body, enjoying their absolute power. Shit, I guess I woke up at the wrong time..." she frustratedly started picking things up off the floor, complaining about the unfairness of the world.
Yup, what interesting fetishes my beloved has, though I can't say I'm much surprised.
"It wasn't like that. You remember when you started clinging to Zee when we went to get the potion," I paused, realizing something important.
Oh shit, how are we supposed to get it back? Somehow I have great doubts that the sorceress will let us into the Shadow Peak territory, or at least talk to us. Fuck, my diamonds are still there, not to mention my Fordick and Leroy's dog! Fuck the car, though. There's plenty of money and we can buy another one. It's a bit harder with Sugar, but I'm sure Zatanna will look after him, but without mana reserves, my experiments and normal spells will fail. Here we go.
While I grimaced, the girl wrinkled her brow, trying to remember.
"Hmm, yeah... There was something like that, and then..." the blonde's eyes widened with realization. - She'd put me to sleep, but before that, she'd been trying to exorcise someone.
"Yeah," I confirmed, trying to find some good points to our situation, which were almost nonexistent, "your eyes turned multicolored again, and Zee thought you were possessed by a powerful demon.
To take my mind off the epic fail, I recounted the actions the powerful sorceress had taken to rescue one pretty little possessed girl while helping the latter pick up her things scattered on the floor. Once we were done cleaning up, we moved smoothly into the bathroom, deciding to share a hot tub.
"And then? What happened?" The loyal assistant asked, her back to me as I rinsed her gorgeous hair, just as I reached the point of applying the rune.
"Next... Huh, next I summoned Delirum," I purposely keep a close eye on my emotional state, but it doesn't change in any way.
"Uh, are we allowed to say her name?
"Once in a while you can. As far as I understand, she is not aggressive and is not going to turn our life into a nightmare or anything like that, but her attention causes a disinhibition effect. You start to think less about the consequences, there's a slight sense of euphoria. I think that's why Zee agreed to sex, but when the aspect wore off, she got scared," I said.
"I see... What did our patroness look like?" Harley asked thoughtfully, leaning back. - Was she pretty?
"Not a word, because she was practically a carbon copy of you, only her hair was more airy and colored in pink and blue tones.
In a few seconds, the hair of the beauty sitting in front of me had changed color, becoming the same as Eternal's. Hmm, am I such a great storyteller that my assistant was able to replicate the colors almost perfectly?
"I saw her in my dreams sometimes, but I didn't pay much attention to her," Harley tweaked a curl, examining it closely. - What are we going to do about Zee? It's like we fucked her under a funny substance, and anyone would be upset about it. Maybe we should give her another hat with a spatial pocket, especially if we have the materials?
"Eh, I'm afraid that now there won't be enough hats to apologize as well as full sets of clothes. We'll have to come up with something more original and cool.
I decided to try to call the sorceress first, so I went to the kitchen, where I left my smartphone. To my great surprise, there was a surprise in the room in the form of a large red cylinder lying on the table, which I hadn't seen before.
Whoops, a message from Mousey popped up on the screen of the picked up phone, saying that the girl would be here by eight o'clock.
I send a smiley face with a kiss and cautiously approach the suspicious find that appeared as if by magic, noting the presence of several other items on the table: a book in a golden cover, a dense dark cloth bag, and a torn notebook filled with calligraphic handwriting.
The first thing I picked up was the message, quickly running the text through my eyes.
"Sunshine, come here, there's a letter from Zee.
"I'll be right there," came from the corridor, and then the girl flew into the room, to whom I handed the written sheet of paper and began to look through the rest of my belongings.
As I suspected, what had happened had greatly frightened the illusionist, so the message... We were sent, emphatically asking us not to approach the Shadow Peak or attempt to contact its owner.
It was quite frustrating, but as a small consolation, the sorceress handed over the potion cylinder, returned my own diamonds, filled to the brim with mana, as well as literature to understand the essence of what had happened.
After a quick check of the rocks and the tank for leaks, I set them aside and settled on the couch with a book that bore the intriguing title "Divine Avatars. Harley soon joined me, settling in under my side.
The hour had flown by like a blink, and now it was safe to say that Zee had originally called us champions for a reason. The avatar, unlike a champion, could not be the first person to be chosen, just because a powerful entity was interested. At the very least, the chosen one must be strong, both literally and figuratively, to be able to withstand the invasion. But, in addition to the first condition, for a full-fledged association, it is also necessary to have a similar worldview with their patron.
Of course, a deity, not even the most powerful one, can suppress the consciousness of a mere human with relative ease, but then the full use of the "meat suit" is out of the question. What to say, if in this case, the universal will not have access to tactile sensations, not to mention the emotional sphere, plus the host's body will begin to rapidly degenerate and it will have to be supported by infusion of mana, like demons do. In the text, the reasons for such a strange reaction were explained by the huge amount of energy passing through the body, emitted by a powerful being, but I think here contributes to the presence of shells, which are closely connected to each other. The first beginning, when the connection with the main carrier is broken, begins to literally fall apart, which happens even during the usual possession of some small demon, who certainly can't boast of large amounts of energy.
In the case of a harmonious fusion, the entity can exist in the real world for quite a long time, practically without consequences for its avatar, which from such a neighborhood pumps the magic source quite well, becoming stronger. It was the answer to why Harley's reserve was almost equal to mine, even though I had the System, which gave me a nice boost.
A logical question arises from what I have read. Why would an incredibly strong being, capable of literally moving mountains or turning rivers backwards, take up residence in a relatively weak human being? And the answer is quite simple. Gods are very much dependent on believers, who supply them with divine energy, at the expense of which they exist at all and can move the mentioned mountains or do something less epic. An avatar is able to replace more than a hundred simple believers and can also provide normal interaction of its patron with the real world without any expenses on the part of the latter. After all, in fact, the deity is an energy entity, and spending precious resources to create a body for yourself is a rather foolish act, if you have a suitable vessel through which you can not only carry your will, but also recharge yourself.
Now we keep in mind the fact that the aspects don't care about believers and energy costs, that is Harley just allows Delirum to feel the taste of life through the prism of her perception, and we conclude that the youngest of the Endless is a pervert with a slight fucked upness, which is quite strange, because the title of Infinite Madness is not given for the pretty eyes... Although her look is a total hoot, something reminiscent of two failures in the interworld, ha-ha-ha.
Okay, time to change activities, or I'll think of getting struck by lightning as a preventative measure.
With these thoughts, I sent my faithful assistant to finish the napalm grenades, and I went to work on my gadgets, waiting for Babs to arrive. Mana had suddenly become a limited resource due to the loss of access to Shadow Peak, so I should try to spend less of it on nonsense.
Naturally, I wasn't going to give it up completely, because how else can you pump up the reserve? And it gives excellent camouflage. But now, in addition to magic flashes, we should use ordinary flash drives, because we have a small supply of magnesium and ammonium nitrate.
I was distracted from creating another shell for a flash-bang grenade by an intercom call.
"Babs is here!" Harley was the first to reach the screen and start the broadcast from the camera at the gate. - Or did she?
In the video was a dark-haired girl whose face was almost completely covered by huge black police glasses and a scarf.
"Mousey?" The blonde asked, activating the speaker.
"That's me. Disguise," Gordon's daughter replied, lifting the accessory slightly, showing off the familiar green pools.
"Come on in," my lovely assistant, pressed the button to open the gate and ran to greet the long-awaited guest.
I exhaled cautiously at that moment, putting away the handful of reagents I'd almost scattered because of my sweetheart's exclamation. Jay Jr. is going to have a lot of work to do today. An anticipatory smile crept onto his face against his will.
***
Straps, a lot of straps and high boots - that's all that was worn by the cute girl who threw off her fall coat. Mega erotic, but as if she would not freeze off anything with this approach, after all, it's already December, and the thermometer at night sometimes drops below zero.
"How sweet you are ~smack~," my companion was already caressing the young heroine's seductive body, kissing the exposed areas of her body.
Once again, I answered the call, waving to the distracted beauties in the direction of the living room.
"Good evening, Mr. Arkham," came Alfred's polite voice with a faint note of concern. - Are you watching the news now? If not, I strongly advise you to turn it on.
I frowned and turned on the TV, first coming across some cable channel where the anchorwoman was talking about a cyclone coming to Missouri.
"...forecasters are predicting that one of the strongest thunderstorms in the last ten years will soon develop over Central City. Wind speeds of up to 20 meters per second are expected, and all citizens are asked to stay indoors if possible.
Not that, I keep flipping through the channels until I stumble upon the local news.
"...bandits in clown costumes are bringing chaos and destruction to Blackport, the neighborhood is on lockdown as police are unable to cope with the influx of criminals," the anchor said as footage flashed on the screen.
Some painted criminals brazenly burst into a store and, after shooting the clerk, promptly start raking money out of the cash register, the next sequence showed the bastards trying to storm the police cordon, but the assholes were promptly shot and then handcuffed. Unfortunately, most of the clips showed the first option, and there were dozens of them, as if all the criminal elements of Gotham had decided to go out for a walk, although, given their appearance, I know who to bill for it.
"Oracle, I need transportation," I say after a few seconds of thought.
""If there is an outsider near you, say, 'This city needs a hero,'" the butler quickly oriented himself.
"Damn, this town needs a hero," I said, feeling the surprised looks of the girls on the couch.
"The Batmobile will be waiting for you in a secret garage hidden in the first column of the Triggate Bridge, I will send the coordinates to your smartphone. The city really needs a hero.
"Ladies, - I look carefully at the hushed beauties, one of whom is obviously ready to forget about the problem, because she was planning to have a good time, - you realize that the situation is serious.
"But, Mr. J, how could I pass up a chance like this?" Harley looked up at me with a pitying look, sliding the slightly reddened Batgirl's ass open with the imitation ruby plug sticking out of it.
"Harley, how can you think about that at a time like this," Barbara said indignantly, "the city is in danger and we have to help!
"Mousey, you're motivating the wrong way. Look at it this way. Sunshine, if you want to ride in Bats's car, get ready," I said in the tone of a tempting snake.
"Why didn't you say so?!" The blonde jumped up from the couch in a flash. - I'll be right back.
"Should I resent being traded for a car if I want to go for a ride?" The young heroine asked thoughtfully, looking at her friend who had left in the direction of the second floor, and then opened her backpack, from which she pulled out her costume.
"Harley just needed an excuse to help... I guess," After admiring the seductive slender taut body for a few seconds, I managed to pull myself together and went to get dressed, wondering if my beloved would have agreed to score sex if we hadn't fucked Zee tonight.
Status Power Mingguan
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-- Power
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