You pin me not with grace but with ruin, o Muse, and your body is black smoke like frankincense crisps from a church vestibule – vessel – vassal of sin and my ruin. 
Pale skin like a waning moon brimming with abyssal sorrow, your eyes are red craters, and your heart - my heart - is just a mockingbird pressed to my breast. Your fingers are inside me, reaching through my womb up my guts to my brains and from them you pluck all reason, o Muse, and I lick blood from your lips and the plasma is black as a beetle. 
Are you my Scarab Beetle, conveying my Sun?
 Creeping things are rot inside you, and the maggots of your lungs spew from your lips and drown me – I'm deep-throating decay, and it is sickly sweet as roadkill and lesions and necrosis.  
I thought we broke up, didn't we, brain? Why are you making the two-backed beast with me after I trashed your wedding ring as if nothing happened? 
I'm not saying no, and your tongue is a slithering snake down my throat and your manhood is the night and your cum freezes my innards until I become Nyx, cold and unmoving. Nyx is Phanes, after all.  
Your cloak envelops us, and it is the same Grim Reaper robe I played with at in 12 on October nights when the autumn was filled with secrets. I would wrap myself in your musk and spin circles around your pile of bones as you sharpened a scythe with a whetstone, O Sweet Muse, O Terrible Muse, O Muse Of Whom No Poets Sing! 
Your scythe is black, but the one you gifted me is white, just like my deathly robes – cream and satin roses, all softness to your harshness. Your brother Michael, The Muse of Whom All Poets Sin, set wards up all over my room in red blood and ceremonial sigils, but the gods and angels let you, bipolar, return over and over again, and I no longer have an altar to you, so maybe taking your gall into my crevasses is some kind of lesson. 
 All I know is that you are half bone like Hela and half flesh like a warrior, and as I trace phalanges and scapula, your calcium is slick with tears, my calcium, and I pull you close (pull my disease close) and kiss the emptiness of your heart hollow, and I am the mistress of nocturnal emissions.

Eve goes missing from the Garden.

Lucifer seeks his Queen.

In the depths of Hell, after the first pernicious bite of Lucifer's apple, the Devil's Heart has gone missing, reincarnated into his Bride.

What would happen if Satan's jester, trickster, and fool wrote the Devil's story?

Unpeel the pages of this Book of Shadows and step one foot into the Pit, your back towards Heaven, as you journey into the darkest parts of Lucifer's mind.

All real. All true. All recollections from my journey as a witch.

(ONE SHOTS WITH REVERSE HAREM FROM TEENAGE, MODERN EVE'S PERSPECTIVE!)

After completing all the tasks he had set out to accomplish within the No Names territory, a week passed in the blink of an eye. In that time, Vahn finished repairing the town, creating a barrier, and, once everything else was said and done, he installed an office within the No Names territory before coordinating with Shiroyasha to establish his main office and forge near one of the Thousand Eyes branch locations.
Though he had yet to receive any actual customers, Vahn didn't particularly mind. Most of his time was simply spent idling around and adapting to the Divine Realm while another version of himself looked after Jin, Lily, Sarina, and Nono. He had, at the very least, ten years until he was supposed to return to his personal Little Garden. This was the amount of time he and the girls had agreed upon prior to his reincarnation so he didn't mind watching over the No Names until they could take care of themselves.
Fortunately, Jin was a very studious young man, and, thanks to his phenomenal magical energy reserves, he was making quick progress towards mastering the basics. The three girls were 'much' slower, but, considering Sarina and Nono were relatively normal young ladies, Vahn wasn't all that surprised. Rather, even if they just spent the next few years playing around with the other children, he wouldn't condemn or criticize them.
If there was anything Vahn had to complain about, it was the fact that Shiroyasha would drop in on him whenever she pleased. He didn't particularly mind her presence, but, more often than not, she appeared at the most inopportune times. More specifically, she had developed a habit of popping up when he was spending time with Black Rabbit, taking a bath, or preparing food. 
Much to Sarina's chagrin, the relationship between Vahn and Black Rabbit had been developing at a slow yet steady pace. She would often stop by whenever she had free time, and, after mustering up a bit of courage, she even offered to wash his back for him. Vahn graciously accepted this, but, as a result, they ended up having to share the bath with a genderless imp as well.
Vahn had tried to coax Shiroyasha using anime, manga, and video games she was unfamiliar with, but, every time he and Black Rabbit were about to cross the line, she would invariably appear. He knew she was only doing this because she was concerned about Black Rabbit's well being but that didn't make it any less annoying. After all, she was the one that initially tried to pair them together.
If he really wanted to, Vahn was absolutely confident in his ability to get Black Rabbit to bear her all to him. He just didn't want to force her before she was ready. This was the main thing that annoyed him about Shiroyasha's behavior. She knew he was letting Black Rabbit decide when they advanced their relationship, yet, every time the befuddled bunny mustered up her courage, Shiroyasha would appear to tease her...
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"Oho~? What's this? I'm sensing a bit of favoritism here..."
"Shi-Shi-Shiroyasha-sama!? W-What are you doing here!?"
Picking up the towel she had just dropped, Black Rabbit's hair became bright pink as she used it to hide her frilly pink swimsuit. She had actually intended to come naked, but, after fretting over what might happen for the better part of three hours, she ultimately agreed to Vahn's offer of a massage with her swimsuit on.
Staring at Black Rabbit, Shiroyasha wriggled her hands in a manner reminiscent of a lecherous old man until Vahn released an exasperated sigh and remarked, "I thought I tied you up. How did you escape so quickly? Even Nadeshiko shouldn't have been able to break those bindings..."
"Eh...?"
Though Black Rabbit was surprised by Vahn's words, Shiroyasha simply snickered mischievously before puffing out her non-existent chest and answering, "It'll take a lot more than a few anti-divine ropes to keep me sealed, brat. Besides, I can simply accelerate time around my body until they turn to dust. You may be skilled when it comes to the production of Gift-Grade Artifacts, but even entire cosmologies are destined to fade away with the passage of time. I just made the ropes age a billion or so years and, voila, I was freed~."
"Right...so? What are you doing here? I'm not going to give you a massage."
Clicking her tongue, Shiroyasha muttered, "Greedy..." before regaining her smile and adding, "I just came to observe. I could see from my own shop just fine, but it's a lot more interesting to see Black Rabbit's reactions up close. Don't mind me."
Punctuating her words, Shiroyasha manifested a thick cushion and some rice crackers out of thin air before taking a seat and adopting an expectant smile. This left Vahn with a deadpan expression, as, almost immediately after Shiroyasha took a seat, Black Rabbit meekly muttered, "Sorry Vahn...I think we should do this later..."
Without waiting for his response, Black Rabbit fled from the room with an embarrassed look on her face. Her departure was closely observed by Shiroyasha, who, immediately following Black Rabbit's departure, erected a soundproof barrier to assert, "I'm not trying to get in your way. I just think your relationship is developing too quickly. At the very least, I'd prefer it if you wait until the matter with you-know-who has been settled..."
Though they had yet to discuss the specifics, Vahn had been made aware of the plan that had been drafted by the former leaders of the No Names. Their previous Strategist, a woman named Canaria, was a reality-bending existence known as a Poet. Poets were considered to be the fourth 'Strongest Species' due to their ability to change the meaning of concepts and rewrite fate. Prior to her death, Canaria had used all of her power to manifest an ultimate trump card to deal with a nigh-unkillable threat known as Azi Dahaka, a Demonic Dragon God representing Evil and Destruction. 
So long as nothing unexpected occurred, the measures Canaria had taken all but guaranteed that Azi Dahaka would, at the very least, be sealed away. Black Rabbit had an important part to play in this plot, so, for the time being, Shiroyasha wanted to prevent too many variables from appearing. Vahn was considered an exception, for all kinds of reasons, but things would become inordinately more complicated if Black Rabbit were to suddenly have children of her own to look after.
"You do realize that I could probably defeat him on my own, right? I mean, I don't mind sharing the spotlight, but it's nonsensical to conform to fate when you've literally met people who can influence it at their will. It only takes another Poet to completely screw over your plan."
Shaking her head, Shiroyasha stated, "You're underestimating Canaria. Even if another Poet did try to intervene, they would need to sacrifice themselves in a similar manner. The majority of Poets are extremely selfish individuals. There's no way they would lump themselves together with a bunch of Demon Lords. They usually spent their free time messing with Gods and Heroes by genderbending them and pulling similar pranks. Hell, most of the Second and Third Generation Deities came about as a direct result of the stories written by Poets. Even if one did appear, they would just spin a story that results in the Demon God having tits. It wouldn't be the first time."
Though he wanted to point out that there was always a possibility, Vahn knew that Shiroyasha was right. Even he could sense the powerful fate around people like Jin and Lily. It would take someone willfully machinating against them to orchestrate a scenario where they ended up losing their lives. With him around, that was pretty much impossible.
Exhaling a sigh, Vahn shook his head in mild exasperation before asking, "How long until the 'plot' begins to move forward? I remember you saying that the third generation of problem children is scheduled to arrive in three months. How soon after that do you plan to confront the Demon God?"
Shaking her own head, Shiroyasha shrugged her shoulders as she answered, "I have no clue. I don't even know what powers the third-generation problem children possess. Canaria used her power to make sure beings in the Divine Realm wouldn't be able to spy on the children of her friends and the trump card she had prepared. We'll have to see how strong they are when they arrive. After that, it's a matter of defeating the organizations targeting the seal and confronting the Demon God once he awakens. It could take a year, ten years, or even a hundred years. Who knows?"
"So, you're telling me to 'hold back' even though you don't know how long everything is going to take? What if it takes a thousand years? Do you really intend to make Black Rabbit wait that long before she can start a family?"
Snorting through her nose, Shiroyasha immediately replied, "Bullshit. If it took the problem children that long to defeat the Demon God, we'd all be screwed. Besides, now that you're here, I doubt you would just sit around as some three-headed dragon bastard ran around destroying things on your turf. I know how territorial you lizards can be. At the most, I imagine it would only take a few years. After that, you and Black Rabbit can pump out as many baby bunnies as you want. Don't tell me the illustrious Sage Dragon Emperor can't control his libido for a few years?"
Raising his brow, Vahn gave Shiroyasha the kind of look reserved for complete fools. This caused a visible tickmark to appear on the petite Demoness's head as he remarked, "Are you an idiot? Sure, I could wait a few years, but the time for me to be a one-woman kind of man has long since passed. I don't want to hurt Black Rabbit's feelings but it's only a matter of time before I find another woman who tickles my fancy or proactively targets me. It's an integral part of my character at this point. The only thing you'll accomplish by getting in the way is making Black Rabbit sad when other girls make greater headway than her..."
Furrowing her brows and crossing her arms, Shiroyasha adopted a slightly hostile look on her face as she stated, "I never expected to hear something like this from you. I knew you had an extensive harem, but I didn't think you would be this arrogant about it..."
Exhaling yet another sigh, Vahn combed through his hair in an effort to remain calm as he said, "I'm not trying to be arrogant. I'm just being realistic. Even when I make an earnest effort to limit myself or prevent girls from targeting me, something will always transpire to bring me closer to a member of the opposite sex. You observed it for yourself when I was climbing the Tower. Do you really think the various factions and Communities are just going to sit by as I continue to expand my power and influence?"
Frowning even deeper, Shiroyasha suggested, "You could always disguise yourself as an old man, or, better yet, an aged woman..."
Deadpanning in response to the suggestion, Vahn rebutted, "You could always do the same. Why don't you...?"
Understanding what Vahn was trying to get at, Shiroyasha exhaled a sigh of her own before shaking her head and saying, "Fine. I get it. Can you at least wait until the problem children arrive? Once we have a better grasp of their power, you'll be able to act with a lot more impunity than you currently do. After all, if you're always much stronger than they are, it shouldn't be an issue for you to defeat that three-headed bastard on your own."
Since it wasn't like he was desperate to have sex or produce additional children, Vahn ultimately just shrugged in response to Shiroyasha's suggestion before shaking his head and saying, "Sure. I'll give you a bit of face this time around. Still, you should know I'm not fond of other people interfering in my personal affairs. At this point, you're doing more harm than good by interfering in Black Rabbit's attempts to push our relationship forward. It's only been a week and she's already beginning to feel stressed out. What do you think will happen if this continues for an entire seven months?"
Though she could understand what Vahn was getting at, Shiroyasha appeared confident when she stated, "Black Rabbit is a strong girl. I have watched her grow from an infant to the woman she is today. She might get a little stressed out, but, so long as you don't continue pushing her, she will eventually mellow out. The only reason she is acting like this is because she has no experience with love. If you weren't such a Casanova, she wouldn't be trying so hard to meet your expectations..."
Wincing in response to Shiroyasha's accusation, Vahn was about to say he wasn't actively trying to seduce her when the petite Demoness chimed in to say, "Don't give me that. You know what kind of effect you have on women. You were already hugging her and placing your hands around her waist the first day you met. Now you have her offering to wash your back and deliberating over whether or not she should strip down to her birthday suit for a massage. You might not have been trying to seduce her, but you sure as hell aren't making an effort not to..."
Understanding better than most the kind of effect he had on women, Vahn just shook his head in response to Shiroyasha's words. He wasn't trying to refute her. He just didn't know what to say in response. She had hit the proverbial nail on the head. In fact, every time he and Black Rabbit were alone together, he was always the first to initiate contact. It would be strange if she didn't think he was harboring even greater 'expectations' towards her...
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(A/N: Alternate Titles: 'Cock-blocking Demon Goddess','Poets sound like assholes...highly cultured assholes xD...','Vahn is a literal chick magnet...')
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Vahn was an atypical youth. Due to a rare mutation, his blood had the potential to target and attack ailments within the human body. Touted as a universal cure, people had elevated his status above the norm and given him the classification "Panacea". In the media, he was hailed as a great hero who would usher in a new era or human wellness. However, behind the scenes things weren't so bright. Being a unique individual, Vahn spent his entire youth locked up in a lab with various scientists and research teams using his body and blood to perform endless amounts of experiments. The only solace in his suffering was the various anime and manga made available to him between experiments. He often imagined himself as the protagonist in a world of his own, finally in control of his own destiny. For years he nurtured this desire, until at the age of 14 he died when an organization had tried to kidnap him from the lab...

"Finally, I don't have to suffer anymore..."

This was Vahn's last thought as he faded into the endless black abyss...

"You poor soul."

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"Sister Kericki!" Cries of the young girls make me turn from my leather bond book.

Three slave girls come running my way. They may be about sixteen or eighteen of age but look like panicked children with their round faces and short stature. I have always thought that they are rather cute. All wearing grey robe with a thick belt of Antoro's worker class. Long black hair tied in bun.

"Help us, sister Kericki. Mistress is so cruel!" Memi burst into dramatic tears.

"Don't be so upset, Memi," I say while wiping her face with my sleeve. "Our Mistress's job is to be cruel."

"But this time she's gone really far!" Rei says.

"Yes, she has ordered us to go to the military grounds," Sono says.

"Why?" I ask.

"She wants to spend the day in a lodge there. We have to prepare the place ourselves. But." Sono shudders. "It's so dangerous! We are just girls and there will be countless soldiers and guards around. We will be harassed for sure. What if someone does something?"

"Well," I say, tapping my face with a finger. "Mistress is the only daughter of the general. So she can go there as she pleases."

The problem is, all the Mistress's slaves are young girls. Given the huge population of slaves in Antoro, we barely have any right to justice. If they step out of the safety of the women's quarters, markets to an extent, they easily fall prey to lustful men.

"You are right," I say. "Leave this to me. Get some snacks and cushions and deliver it on the entrance. I will go and prepare the lodging."

"By yourself? Will you be alright?" They blink in their tears.

I smile broadly. "Ofcourse, don't worry."

Blushing with sudden emotion, they all jump to hug me at once. "You are the best, sis!"

After setting my book in the bag, buttoning up the woollen coat and throwing a pale triangular scarf over the head, I proceed to head outside.

Wherever I go, big and small trees with red, yellow, pink, purple and green shades are planted artfully the gardens. Beautiful buildings with curved roofs. Antoro is a city of business and decorum.

Men are busy training or running their horses around for errands. Or just lounging around across the large grounds. Three years ago, the city's king began to expand its rule in west and south. In no time  it defeated and enslaved countless tribes. People became great asset in strengthening military and growing business.

I am learning to read and this scholar from a faraway city called Kitaba has written recent history in easy language. It's also amusing what was a life and death situation to us, is written so factually in her book.

There it is, I stop before a small two-story building, the perfect lodging place with a great view of young soldiers training and sweating in distance.

Just what Mistress wants.

It is also in a terrible state. The sliding doors creak loudly when I open them and a particular stench attacks my nose. The inside room looks like it has not been cleaned for months.

I have to maintain this by myself before the Mistress comes by afternoon bell.

Rolling my sleeves up, I jump into it.

First I march off to the kitchen hall and quarrel with the head chef to arrange something decent for the general's daughter and her entourage. Then I get to the back-breaking task of the cleaning, determined to exterminate the source of the foul smell. Mistress will not tolerate a bland room so I had brought a light carpet and tapestry for this. Then I remember that the girls will be waiting at the gate.

My feet stop at the top of the stairs. The building is lighted by sun for now and something crawls in the shadows down there. I wait, all senses up, and look. There is something, like a giant insect snaking through the wall. A sharp motion of my arm and it disappears. I resume down in the shadow.

Hope it does not come back.

Voices raise up among the soldiers while I make my way through the ground border. I spot some court poets among them and smile.

So it happens again.

These soldiers are young slaves from the western mountains. Skilled fighters and hunters recruited in the army. They are considered very attractive by the Antoro men. Atleast to the poets. The soldiers in woollen coats and slim waist contrast the bulky men in vibrant colourful stately robes.

Since the poets cannot write to young women who live separately, they become the favourite muse for their lyrical style poems. Let me give a few examples:

"Boy! Your walk is so graceful.

Your each step ravishes my heart.

Where have you taken such beauty from?"

And:

"Boy, we never know where you are,

Unless we send for you.

Throw aside that sword and give me company."

And:

"Such sweetness in speech.

My beloved has oval face with piercing eyes.

Body like roses yet furious like lions."

"Shut Up." One of them erupts and raises a spear, he is the one the poets are bothering most. Other soldiers who have been trying to shoo them away, draw back.

I'm not going to lie, he really is beautiful. His hair has shades of honey that reach down his neck. Tied by a bandana but dishevelled after vigorous training. His icy blue eyes and flushed lips in a vicious frown, he looks ready to kill someone. Even then the old men look happy.

"How many times have I told you to not come near me?" He is about to knock one down before I grip his arm. Everyone blinks, surprised by my appearance.

"Those are some splendid poems, sirs." I give a broad smile. "Next time, you can give them to me and I will sing them to Teus later."

"You," Teus says, face angry with worry this time. "What are you doing here?"

"Following orders of Mistress," I say. "Excuse me, some people are waiting for me at the gate."

He grabs my wrist and walks forward. "I'm coming too." Then he turns back and barks an order. "Resume your practise and tell the general if they stay." The poets scamper away. The general plays as their guardian in scaring unwanted people off his young soldiers.

"Now tell me why you are here."

I explain him the situation but his he only frowns more. "What were you thinking coming here and doing this by yourself? And why didn't you tell me?"

The impact of his eyes looking into mine sends a blush across my face.

"Relax, many of our tribal brothers are here," I say, smiling assuringly. "And the girls are fragile and helpless before this gruff world. Their hearts are soft and fluttery like a bird. Violate them in any way and they become like a cracked pottery. That's why I want to protect them as much as I can."

"You are twenty two. Not much older than them," he says.

I laugh in response.

This part of him, that worries about me all the time, really spoils me. Teus is the son of the eldest uncle. While we share the angular faces with pale eyes. Mine are narrower and lips thinner. Then again, there is no one matching his beauty in the whole Antoro.

Teus stops and his hand breaks away from mine to reach for the lock of hair escaping the scarf. Rosegold in colour, rough in texture. He pushes them back gently.

"They are really damaged," he comments.

They are. I have never cut my hair and keep them braided. But ever since our enslavement, they have fallen a lot and grown back. Maybe because of the load of work I have taken. Or the smoke from factories where the worker class and slaves reside.

"I promise I will get us out of this hell hole," he murmurs as his forehead touches mine. Now I am really red. "General has promised to raise my rank. I will not stop until I have reached the position of captain. We will buy our freedom and a land far away in the outskirts."

His face pulls away and we look at each other. "Until then, promise you will tell me if someone troubles you."

He is pushing himself too. We both are. For our future.

"Sister Kericki!" Memi, Rei and Sono wave from outside the door.

The arrival of Mistress in the building stirs life in the upper room. She seems to be in good spirit today. For everyday her presence means a thunderstorm, right now she is a tornado.

"Useless, all of you!" She shouts, walking to the centre of the room. The slave girls scatter about. "Stop roaming like lost cows and do something to make this room bearable.

"You, are you making sure we all suffocate? Open that window.

"Why is the cot set away from the window? I am not here to watch your stupid faces. Move it.

"Where is the food on this table? Cricket!"

"Kericki, Mistress," I correct with a smile and place down her favourites. First the plate of spicy fried rolls made of cheese, meat and bread. A bowl of candy apples. And finally a small creamy milk cake flavoured in chocolate, a delicacy Antoro's high classes are obsessed with. The mouth-watering sight appeases the Mistress to some level. "Lunch will be served according to the military schedule."

"Tell them they are not feeding foot-soldiers here. If they want to attract a beautiful loving wife, they need to know what to feed her."

"I'm sure they'll prosper from your critic," I say.

"And you girls," she says, setting down on the cushions with the snack table on one side and large window on the other. "Don't think I did not notice you cowering before men. How are you going to get the right husband who will serve you for life? Now I need to make sure you become strong as well as useful. So much work needs to be done."

She sighs dramatically.

Well, despite herself, Mistress is quite a magnetic woman. She is maybe two-three years older than me and taller than other girls as well. Adorned in extravagant patterned robes. Her black hair is short at a small portion of her forehead and the rest is held loosely by a jewelled clutch. Even sitting with one knee arched up in air and munching on the snacks, she is as radiant as moon.

A moon that likes to yell a lot.

"Well, girls, not today," Mistress chirps. "Today, I have decided to take in a consort for myself."

"What, Mistress? A consort!" Memi bursts in surprise beside me.

"Among the soldiers?" I say, amused.

"But they are too lowly for you," another girl says.

"Shut up," Mistress turns back and snaps. "My choice is not as degraded as your assumptions. This man has repeatedly caught my eyes during his visits to father. He shines like crystal in a cave full of dirt. His elegance, beauty and noble manners are so rare, even actual nobles lack greatly."

"Eh? Mistress, I want to see who has earned such a praise from you." I move forward. Others follow giddily.

"That one." She points to a man leading practise of a slave soldier group.

We watch outside the window in silence.

"Mistress," I say

"Hm?" She says.

"That's my husband."

"What?"

Three years ago, my land was taken by a powerful city and I became a slave. I don't intend to remain one.

"I've wanted to ask, Meili, why did you choose to use Black Nightingale instead of your own name as other popular designers do?" Zhang Jiren asked while the crowd was still mesmerized by Luo Qingqing's appearance.  
Li Meili kept her eyes on her model but her mind was trying to find the right words on how to respond to her husband. It was the first time someone asked her that question, and not even Tang Moyu knew the reason behind 'Black Nightingale'.  
"What do you know about the nightingales, Jiren?" she asked in return, pleased that the person seated next to her was too engrossed at the scene on the stage, giving her and Zhang Jiren a moment of privacy to talk about her pseudonym.  
"I don't know much about nightingales," Zhang Jiren confessed. "What I do know is that they are slightly larger than robins and are well known for their lilting beautiful songs and they are also hard to find nowadays."  
"That's true." Li Meili nodded. "But do you know that people used to think that it was the females who sang at night? But in fact, it is the unmated males who sang through the night, trying to serenade migrating females down as they fly over?"  
Zhang Jiren looked at her in surprise. "This is the first time I heard about it."  
"It's a common mistake of people," Li Meili let out a chuckle. "The most characteristic feature of their song is their loud whistling crescendo." This time her tone had a hint of sadness in it that Zhang Jiren didn't miss.  
"I chose the little bird… the nightingale, because it reminds me so much of Beixuan," she confessed to her husband.  
"As you know there was a difference between our ages, and for the longest time, I denied that I felt something for him. I think that's the biggest regret I have in my life, Jiren." Her voice was so low that only Zhang Jiren was able to hear her as she rested her head on his arm to get closer.  
"I have wasted so much time convincing myself that I cannot be with him and repeatedly denied him every time he sought after me." Just thinking how much time she wasted before accepting him, admitting her love for Tang Beixuan was something Li Meili couldn't get over yet.  
"The Black Nightingale symbolizes the love I have for him," she continued. "The nightingale will sing for its mate all through the night and thus also symbolizes love and adoration. Its sweet song brings to light what is mysterious and hidden."  
Li Meili shut her eyes as she tried to hide her tears. "It also signifies the lovers' undying love for each other, in spite of both being in mortal danger. I know it wouldn't be easy for us to be together but I just couldn't stop myself from loving him."
Melancholy and joy.
Love and loss.
Life and death.
These were also the things a nightingale symbolized. A nightingale also changed from a timid persona to a brave one after its mate laid eggs, the proof of their union.  
Li Meili had no doubt that Tang Beixuan would do the same if he'd found out about their little baby. It was just too bad that he didn't even manage to know or meet their daughter in this lifetime.
Zhang Jiren never thought that Tang Beixiuan was the reason behind her pseudonym. Li Meili had loved Tang Beixuan for such a long time that she willingly hid her affections for the man through her work.
If only she could divert that love and adoration to him, but Zhang Jiren knew better not to delude himself that she would come to love him. The fact that she used the Black Nightingale as her professional name was enough for him to know how much she loved Tang Beixuan.  
The nightingale was known to be used by poets because this little bird also symbolized creativity and seemingly spontaneous songs. For some romantic poets, the nightingale even began to take on qualities of the muse. Li Meili was no different. Even though she repeatedly denied her love for Tang Beixuan, she knew well she could not lie to herself at least.  
"I see. Thank you for telling me, Meili." He gently tucked her loose hair behind her ear and kissed her crown. "I know it's not easy for you to tell it so I appreciate your honesty."  
Li Meili smiled and pulled away from him as she saw Luo Qingqing finally leaving the runway.  
"You aren't a stranger to me, Jiren. That's why I am able to tell you this," she told him before clapping along with the other attendees once Luo Qingqing disappeared backstage. Her appearance tonight had effectively turned everyone's attention away from Xing Yiyue who appeared before her.  
The loud cheer from the crowd had filled the hall they were in. Zhang Jiren stared at his wife, watching the glint in her eyes as she looked at the stage.  
"If I sing you a song, is there a chance that you can be mine?" he said, not knowing he just voiced out what he was thinking at that moment. Zhang Jiren had realized his mistake too late and his eyes widened in realization.  
Li Meili turned her head to face him; her brows drew together in confusion.  
"Did you say something? I'm sorry I wasn't able to hear what you said with all the noise," she replied. "Can you repeat what you said?"  
Zhang Jiren sighed in relief when he realized Li Meili hadn't heard what he'd just said. He didn't know how he would be able to face her if she knew he was holding such feelings for her.  
"I said it seems that there's a good chance that you would win tonight considering how Miss Luo was able to outshine Xing Yiyue," he lied to her.
Li Meili grinned back.  
"Have you seen the accessories Miss Luo was wearing tonight? She's not only advertising my work but also showcasing Xiao Xing's unparalleled beauty when it comes to jewelry."  


[Status: COMPLETED]

“Feng Tianyi! Your brother destroyed my Tang family! Is there anything good about your family?” 

“En. Can’t you see how our good looking genes are passed on to our children? As for the Feng family’s debt, I will pay you.” He said nonchalantly.

Tang Moyu scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. 

“How will you pay for it?”

“How about I repay you with my body?”

“...”

So shameless! 

The man sitting on his wheelchair burst into a round of laughter seeing her ugly expression. 

“Miss Tang, it’s no point pretending you haven’t seen it since you practically climbed on my bed and took advantage of me.”

Five years ago, Tang Moyu was the empress of the business world and was at the peak of her career before she was reduced to nothing when her fiance fell in love with another woman. That was okay since there was no love between her and Feng Tianhua, but who would have thought that this ‘Cinderella’ was a wolf in sheep’s clothing? 

Then there’s Feng Tianyi, the infamous successor of the Feng family, a critically acclaimed author who constantly rocked the bestselling list with his books. Rumors say that he was hot-headed and temperamental. He was so ruthless, that neither men nor women wanted his company. The rumors even say that his face was so handsome and out of this world. He was practically a god amongst men. It was a pity that he was crippled. 

The two were never meant to meet again, but a pair of sweet little buns intervened. 

“Uncle, we don’t have money to pay you for damages.” The elder Little Bun said. 

“My manuscripts are invaluable,” This handsome uncle replied with amusement. 

“Uncle, if you don’t mind, can we pay with our Mommy? She’s also invaluable.” 

And so the pair of sweet little buns and the handsome uncle entered an agreement but who would have thought that the woman in question was an ice-cold queen from hell who had a weird affinity with sweets?

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Editor/proofreader: ninaviews
Book cover: Bizzybiin / copyright 2020 anjeeriku

Chapter 4: Beastmen
Notes: alright then my doods here is the next chapter for the Blood Moon Series and this time is when Jaune will start using his abilities and testing himself against the inhabitants of the new world.
A lot of people had been asking about whenever Jaune would be teleported to remnant or the new world, Remnants gateway will be opened in the new world sometime later but in the meantime it's going to be primarily the new world.
Also there will be mentions of themes of **** so don't take this too seriously, since in this anime overlord. The only law were from fortified villages and the kingdoms so it's essentially the Wild West to the rest of the land.
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It was High Noon over the new world which has been named by jaune after two days of rigorous thinking had settled with the name 'Mulrichi' but the possible inhabitants wouldn't even have named their own planet because they may be to primitive or they haven't learned about there own solar system much like earth.
High in the sky just above the clouds is where a dragon who's scales as dark as night with a pair of red eyes so crimson that it strikes fear into the humans, the model of the creature was made to represent the western style dragons due to there media stance of being the most destructive despite the Chinese version which is often seen as the most wise.
this was the Divine Class Dragon 'Helios' Who was as strong as a Lv100 Player with Divine Level Gear, it often served as a mount for the Vampire Lord and was capable of bypassing the rider class to be ridden, Jaune won Helios in the Gacha System after spending 400 Bucks on trying to win the 'Super Star' Divine Class.
It was until The Blonde Man spent closely to Four Thousand before getting the desired ring but that took a full month, but now that ring rests comfortably on jaunes right hand index finger with a divine class ring and another on the left hand including the ring of blood moon on the blonde man's right ring finger, Jaune personally didn't like most of the rings in Yggdrasil nor spending godless amount of money trying to buy them.
Jaune sat on helios's neck while it flew at high speeds into the vast expanse of land while sticking relatively close to the ground as a way to see anyone who lives, so far Jaune only saw villages of people which shows to jaune that the inhabitants have the capacity of civility.
Jaune undertook the mission of surveying the new lands alone which had earned enormous backlash from the floor guardians who thought about his safety until he forced them to remain as a way to protect Nidafjoll while himself, the strongest, can travel without having to worry about putting the rest of the guardians and the guild in danger.
In jaunes head, he can't relax because another player of Yggdrasil could also have been teleported into Mulrichi which is causing the blonde man endless paranoia especially since Jaune had made a lot of enemies on Yggdrasil, primarily the humanoids and he couldn't relax as he made the assumption that if his world items had transferred over with the guild, other world items would in fact have been transferred over so to ensure that the man would be safe from the effects of other world items, Jaune carried two world items on his person.
well technically three but jaune couldn't carry around Bane of Fafnir without questions being asked by the inhabitants plus it would invoke fear when it wasn't necessary, so the Vampire Man used a cash item called the 'Quick Change Stick' as it was capable of switching out someone's equipment easily and quickly during battle, Jaune used this item quite frequently against other players as to don on the Crystal Blood Armor.
The other two world items Jaune had on his person was the Jewel of Souls which are around his neck and the Poets Amnesty that was clipped to his belt, both of these world items were powerful but they didn't directly serve combat purposes.
Poets Amnesty was one of the was one of the mid tier world items and the very first item Jaune acquired back during his time in the Guild of Ainz Ooal Gown however back then there wasn't a rule situated about solo raids and gear acquired from them, Jaune had gone a solo raid 3-5 times a week however rumors circulated in the guild that Jaune was stealing from them during his raids especially from members who hated the blonde vampire.
It was until Jaune claimed the world item in a high level solo raid that an emergency meeting was called to address these rumors, after hours of arguing with the members. Jaune in anger exiled himself from the guild even breaking the very ring he wore with pride in a fit of rage.
Poats Amnesty's Ability allowed Jaune to project a sphere of influence around himself and essentially rendered himself invisible to practically everything except players, The Item allowed Jaune to bypass Enemy NPCs without Aggroing them, bypassing enemy harmful mechanisms such as traps and pop NPCs. It's a very useful item if it's used to take down another guild but it has a flaw.
the Poets Amnesty while it can walk undetected from almost everything, it however has a single use before entering a 4 Hour Cooldown. It's use of it's sphere of influence can be used without a time limit however the very moment Jaune or anyone else in the World Items Sphere takes preparation to fight, the effect would end immediately and enter its cooldown. Poets amnesty isn't really useful for combat but it's an ideal item for guild Invasion and Information Gathering.
Jaune however didn't know what effect the Scorched Journal had on the New World so the blonde man would expect that the item's full effect would greatly change in this reality.
Now the Jewel of Souls is a different matter on use, it's a lower tier item that is known to be a powerful weapon for a summoner as the necklace item can negate the use of mana spent, which means Jaune can summon his entire horde of familiar summonings without having to expend any mana to them however the downside to this while not having a cooldown, the Mana Negation only extends to Familiar and Creature Summons so any magic spell be it offensive, defensive, healing or even undead and creature creation are not supported by the Jewel which means anyone who don't have classes in the summoner tree would have absolutely no use for this world item but it's perfect for a man like Jaune Arc.
The Blonde Man looked bored as he stared downwards at the growing expanse of land passing beneath them, the very sight looked beautiful and untainted by human hands, it looked like earth 200 Years ago when people actually cared for the environment but now, Corporations would do everything to get that cash and to damn the world in the process.
'Maybe we should set down soon and see if we can do some walking? My ass is starting to feel stiff' The Vampire started to contemplate until he looked to the left to see fire rising from a semi large village, Jaune raised an eyebrow as that would indicate the village was under attack "Helios, Turn Left and start descending!" "YES, MY LORD!" The dragon sounded deeply as it slaunts towards the left then starts flying downwards to the smoke rose village.
In the village is where dozens of people were running away in fear and in screams while the pursuing creatures were tall hairy monsters almost like a heavy mixture of werewolves into humans but stopped like 85% of the way.
"This Way!" One of the Monstrous Beastman shouted while raising a crudely made stone spear before chasing an older male who ran but tripped over his own feet, slowly turned before the beastman stabbed him right in the chest through the humans heart.
The Beast grinned darkly then got onto its knees to start tearing off the dead humans flesh like he was a pig, he was chowing down on his flesh while several more beastman ran past to sink their teeth onto him.
Dozens of Beastmen are killing the humans of the village then eating their flesh even the women weren't spared as before they were killed, the Monsters raped them unconscious then killed them. The children weren't spared either, even considered a delicacy to the hairy creatures.
Jaune stood on top of one of the buildings to overlook the carnage and the obvious disgust of the humans being raped and eaten, however the vampire lord just stared unflinched not even disgusted at the sight of such a massacre even watching one of the woman who just matured was being violated in the open, THAT is what disgusted Jaune rather than the death 'so not only did my skills and magic passed over...my mind has shifted into that of an undead as well? Well it explains my thirst for blood and not for combat. Maybe I shouldn't interfere especially since I used Poets Amnesty to hide myself from everyone so it would be a waste..' Jaune thinks to himself then he turns to the left as he prepares to summon Helios. Helios was one of seven familiars Jaune commanded.
Jaune looked to the side to see an older woman close to death and her guts were exposed and chomped on the monster above her, she looked right at the blonde man and almost looked like she could see him despite the world item in place.
Her mouth moved with no sound coming through, she had said to the hidden lord 'please save us...' that was her message though Jaune wouldn't have felt obligated to indulge her request for aid until Jaune in the back of his mind heard his old friend 'Touch Me' say 'Helping others is common sense Jaune!, I didn't save momonga for any sort of gain but to help him out like any sort of friend should! I know you have trouble trusting people from what you've told me from your previous life but to us in the Guild of Ainz Ooal Gown! We help those in need"
Jaune chuckled to himself as that voice disappeared 'that's right...Touch Me rescued momonga a long time ago with no gain for the effort...I guess I needed to be reminded that helping others is the core responsibility of heroes' The Vampire Lord dispelled his Familiar Summoning Spell then jumped off the room which he landed on the ground cracking it underneath the pressure of his feet even causing a small crater.
Every beastman in the village square turned away from there meals and victims to stare at the blonde man who pulled down his cloaks hood to expose his dangerous glaring blue eyes as blonde hair, several of the hairy creatures stared at him with blood dripping off of some of there chins.
One of the Beastmen got up from one of the half eaten corpses grab a crudely made stone spear stabbed into the ground next to him "another human to die and feed my people" it said with a deep husky voice then charged at the blonde man, Jaune remained still at the beastman while thinking of ways to kill such a creature then settled with one spell.
"DIIIIIIIEEEEE!" The Brown Hairy Creature screamed as it stabbed towards the vampire lord with the stone spear only for the point tip to make contact with the black cloak but a loud click is heard when two hard materials hit each other, the beastmans savage grin soon dropped into a shocked facial expression as his spear didn't pierce the blonde mens cloak.
Cloak of Reshaping, it's normal appearance is a black cloak that looks almost plain but it's true ability lies within its ability to shapeshift, the cloak can be used as a shield both portable and stationary and it can be used as a makeshift weapon however when it is able to take up a form of defense even when used as a mere cloak which prevents damage from low level weapons and players.
"What!?" The Beast Creature roared then tried to stab the 'Human' several times but no tear is going "My Cloak of Reshaping is holding strong? I must thank my luck to have gotten the chance to complete the 'No Honor Among Thieves' Event first" Jaune exclaimed with a grin, it was common for the developers of Yggdrasil to put in a powerful fixed item for the first player to complete an event, Jaune completed his share of events first but none of the rewards came close to how Jaune loved the Divine Cloak Item.
"Now...My Turn" Jaune exclaimed as his right hand instantly pierced out from the opening of the black cover to grab the beastmans face, the creature was surprised and shocked at the speed that the human had displayed "Destrction Set: Explosion" The Blonde man exclaimed his spells name just as his hand glowed a faint yellow which slowly caused the beastman to start screaming in bloody pain "aaaaAaaaAaaaAaaAAAaaAAaAAAAAAA!!!!!" The creature roared until Jaune kicked him away towards a charging group of three more hairy creatures.
The affected beastman stopped screaming then his body erupted into a fiery explosion expanded and enveloping the fellow Beastmen around killing up to 7 of them instantly, the remaining beastman who stayed behind watched in fear as they saw a large group of there kinsmen died instantly to a magic spell they had never seen before, Jaune watched with satisfaction that his magical power hasn't diminished at all but maybe had been increased since this world was a new reality.
Jaunes Magic was primarily focused on a Necrotic Blood Summoning Play Style by incorporating three different skill trees however once Jaune had placed in a necessary amount of lvls into them had left Jaune with more room for greater destruction and alteration skill sets so all in all, while the blonde man wasn't a pure arcane caster. Jaune still has knowledge of 240 Spells under his belt and each of them are deadly however most mages in Yggdrasil categorized their spells in terms of tier but jaune categorized on use such being the explosion spell is a part of the destruction skill set.
"Magic?! Is he an Arcane Caster?!" One of the beastman who came running into the town with several of his kin behind him only to catch the aftermath of the Explosion Spell.
"That can't be! That spell was far more destructive than any spell I've seen!" The second beastman behind the leading one had commented as he had fought several human and Demi human arcane casters before but never saw such raw destruction.
The Blonde Lord smiled as he turned to look at the four Beasts who just arrived "so weak, to be killed by the extended blast radius of a tier 8 spell. Let's try something weaker, yes?" Jaune said as he slowly extended his right hand towards the four beastman who all raised there stone spears and swords protectively as there instincts are sending out survival alerts to get away from the blonde mage.
"Destruction Set: Thunderlance" Jaune said the name of the spell which crackles of lightning is conjured in front of the blonde man's right hand then shot towards the beast man, the two hairy creatures who both flanked left and right of the group had rolled to there respective flank as to dodge the incoming lance of pure lightning which stabbed the squad leader and the wolf man that's behind him which then electrocuted both of them into a charred lump of burned meat and hair.
The two surviving beastman stared shocked at the death of two of there kinsmen that were slain as swift as they arrived to their target then the two survivors turned towards the blonde man who looked less then displeased "Thunderlance was a Tier 2 and yet two of you died as easily" Jaune exclaimed as his glare starts to take hold 'could they really be this weak? Which meant my paranoia to fear these people could be unfounded however I must remain on guard while I'm outside of Nidafjoll so I'm not caught with my pants down by another Yggdrasil player'
Jaune remained still as he watched the remaining two members of the Beastmen in the center squad charge at him with their spears ready to pierce "stab him with all you got!" "YEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" The Blonde Rolled his eyes at their action only to grab Zanka from underneath his robes "Release" which then unsheathing his scorched blade had brought forth a torrent of powerful fire which Jaune through the fire at the two Beasts that incinerated them to which nothing remained, not even ashes.
Jaune smiled as he felt incredibly sure of his own power and the power of his divine class equipment, he looked down at Zankas controlled fire blade and smiled even more than he starts to walk forward as his smile turned into a toothy grin where the blonde vampires fangs were visible.

Jaune Arc had perished in his home world by the indirect hands of Cardin Winchester and the hands of an Ursa, now having been reborn in earth and having a normal life until the game Yggdrasil had came out and enticed the blood man with customization. Now 17 Years had passed with tons of adventures with his guild 'Blood Moon' jaune waits for the game to shut down...only for it to not be the case

Ding dong!
Right then, Xiao Feifei's phone sounded.
"It's Lingchen."
Xiao Feifei's eyes brightened, and she immediately opened the message. "He has really finished the script."
"He actually finished the script in three days?!" Sister Lin exclaimed in surprise. "I wonder what's the quality like."
"It won't be bad." Xiao Feifei was filled with anticipation. She printed out Ye Lingchen's script in a hurry and read it back to back with Sister Lin.
Once they started, their laughter never stopped and they were totally engrossed in it, unable to stop midway. Only when they finished the last page could they stop reading.
"This script...OMG! It will definitely be a hit!" Sister Lin gasped a mouthful of cold air. She recalled the plots in iPartment and still felt like laughing.
Xiao Feifei was the Queen of TV series. Their sense for TV series was definitely on par with any directors. This iPartment script was really well written and could be considered a masterpiece!
"It's a heartwarming and funny TV series." Although Xiao Feifei had full confidence in Ye Lingchen, she was still shocked when she saw that script. She even felt that this script surpassed all the scripts she had seen before this!
"The content of this script is impeccable. It accommodates audiences of all ages. Most importantly, this script's filming cost is extremely low!" Xiao Feifei noticed that point.
Filming cost was an important factor for a filming company because it directly affected the profits. Nonetheless, Ye Lingchen managed to create the perfect content and minimize the cost at the same time. He deserved to be described as a genius. Furthermore, this script was written in only three days!
If that news were to be leaked, it would shake the screenwriting community. All the screenwriters would die from embarrassment!
"Feifei, I finally understand why you're working so hard." Sister Lin nodded profoundly as she read the script.
At first, Xiao Feifei was a rare good girl in her eyes. Those that are worthy of her could be counted on one's hand. However, Ye Lingchen was an exception!
Just what kind of monstrous person was this!?
Seeing Xiao Feifei reply to him with a satisfied emoji, Ye Lingchen smiled and took a break. He then used his phone to log onto Weibo.
Recently, there were a lot of people tagging him on Weibo, causing his Weibo account to vibrate non stop with notifications. Even some of the public official accounts were tagging him. Meanwhile, he was unsure of what had happened.
Novel Y's Weibo was already taken over from all sides. Below it were countless comments. 
[F*ck! Please go to Weibo and sanction this. I can't take it anymore!]
[Novel Y, aren't you good with poems? Please go at it with those poets. I beg of you!]
[Livestream Y, you can't just focus on live streaming. You're so good with poems, why not write a few more?]
[F*ck! I can't take it anymore. I want to vomit!]
[I didn't turn on Weibo for three days now. My eyes, it burns!]
…
Ye Lingchen was shocked when he entered Weibo's main page.
In the middle of the main page was an event banner. It was the poem event that he saw a few days back. It was a platform for everyone to express themselves through poems.
To be honest, that event was rather successful and was buzzing with activity.
Opening the event link, Ye Lingchen was surprised. The event page was unexpectedly filled with many poems over the past few days. It was roughly estimated to be in the thousands.
Apart from some trolls from when the event started, it managed to bring in a few traditional linguists to take part as the event progressed.
Their Weibo were all certified accounts, and they were members of the Author's Association from various districts, various poets, modern poets, and even ancient poem appraisers.
This group of people was rather famous and had previously created some works. With their reputation, their participation immediately boosted the status and liveliness of the event.
Everyone took turns to voice out their comments, teachings, and debates.
At first, everything was fine. However, this group of people got addicted to boasting which eventually got into their heads. With that rush, they started sharing their poems for everyone to read.
[XX City's WA [1] Chairman: River covers all, black hole above the well. White on a yellow dog, swelling on a white dog.]
[XX City's WA member no.1: Good poem, good poem! Chairman's poem is describing a snowing scene, right? So lifelike. I'm humbled, so humbled!]
[XX City's WA member no.2: The poem's content and words are easily relatable. It also breaks apart from the usual rhyming pattern, especially that last sentence, "swelling on a white dog", is the essence of the poem. It shows us the scene of a heavy snowstorm, causing the image to pop out from the paper! Just amazing!]
[XX City's WA member no.3: This poem is a masterpiece, one I look up to!]
Faced with the praise from the crowd, XX City's WA Chairman laughed humbly, [It's nothing. This is just something I wrote casually at the end of last year. It's not suited for formal events. Please don't laugh at me…] 
With that, they started stroking each other's ego on the platform, getting more and more out of hand, eventually turning the platform into their stage.
Ye Lingchen continued reading. With that, it turned even more nonsensical.
[XX City's WA Chairman: Since everyone is sharing their works, then I shall show my flaws and entertain everyone. Big Clear Lake[2]—Big clear lake, lake clear big. Big clear lake has lotus, lotus has a toad, jumping here and there.]
[XX City's WA member no.1: Good poem, good poem!]
[XX City's WA member no.2: This poem fully expressed the scene of Daming Lake. This is awesome!]
[XX City's WA member no.3: Everyone please applause!]
Apart from that, there were also those asking for advice.
[XX City's WA member: I had an inspiration and wrote a poem, hoping for chairmen and presidents to give me some pointers. A Praise of the Clouds—The clouds in the sky are really white. Really white, really really white. Very white, very very white. Extremely white, super white, so white I could die. Ah!]
That was not the worst. Below that, someone was actually giving him pointers.
[XX City's WA Chairman: Your poem is mainly writing about the whiteness of the clouds. The theme is clear, but the obscurity is lacking. However, as a poem, it is considered acceptable. Passable.]
[XX District's WA Chairman: I feel that your poem might need another supporting sentence, for example, "Reflected on the water, turning the water white."]
[XX City's WA member: That's the essential touch! As expected of the chairman. Thank you for your guidance. I've learned much!]
'No, I can't read this anymore.'
Ye Lingchen quickly logged out of there. If he continued reading them, he feared that his intelligence would be affected.
No wonder so many people cried foul. That was just challenging the extreme!
—
[1] Writer's Association. With so many instances of this happening, we decided to just give them an acronym.
[2] 大明湖 - Daming Lake, or literally translated as Big Clear Lake


Ye Lingchen was a regular high schooler who struggled with exams and expectations from his parents.
All that changed after he woke up from a strange dream and discovered that he had been granted the 'Prodigy System'. His life changed from this point on. Reading a book allowed him to learn its content immediately. Listening to lectures granted instant understanding of the lesson. Observation of a technique imprinted knowledge of the technique used.
Learning had never been so easy, and as the saying goes, knowledge is power. In this case, he now had access to a ton of unbridled power. 
What does it feel like to become a 'prodigy' overnight? Follow Ye Lingchen on this journey to discover the limitless possibilities...



Chapter 71 

On the Second day of Seminar Dr. Visual submitted his paper on Social Impotence and readout to audience in the Seminar. 

SOCIAL IMPOTENCE: 

This Social Impotence is categorised by the inability to cope up for social interactions of any kind. This happens sometimes after the demise of a loved one and is accompanied by grief and general disinterest in person's social activity. 

 

The following are the causes for disinterest : 

 

* Not participating in social activities. 

* Shy feeling in moving outside world. 

* Always staying at house. 

* Lack of prior relationship. 

* Lack of proper education. 

* Lack of Public Relations.. 

* Not speaking to anybody. 

* Guilty feeling. 

* Degrading self and confining to home. 

* Addiction to drugs. 

* Over dosage of drugs. 

* Not developing brain maturity. 

* Not participating in social & cultural events. 

* Ill feelings. 

* Not marrying in life. 

* Late marriages. 

* Staying alone in Life. 

* Vexed in Life. 

* Failed Love Affairs and staying away in Public. 

* Failed Marriages and Guilty to move outside. 

* Death of Husband or Wife, and going in deep 

 perversions. 

* Brain disorders. 

* Health issues 

* Handicapped issues. 

* Mentally Retarded issues. 

* Social And psychiatric aspects. 

* Many more causes for leading to social impotence. 

 

Example : Wife and Husband jolly-well lead family life with two or three kids. Suddenly, husband dies due to some reason. Wife feels. She becomes nervous. She cannot show interest to come out in the society. She is confined to her house looking after her kids. She becomes degraded. She feels some sort of inconvenience to move in the society as like before. She feels some tension, uneasy. She becomes lonely. This type of feeling leads her to Social Impotence. 

 

Such type of impotence is quite common in men and women. But, one should be Stubborn in their life to move further with a string ambition to lead the life and see that children are shaped and groomed well in their growth. 

 

In another case Husband dies of heart attack suddenly. The wife till such time always at house while nurturing children, never moves out of house, as like her husband. Now, the problems comes up. The wife to have boldness and move in the outside world to bring the children up. It is the question of leading the life. She cannot become a social impotence. It means, she should not be unfit to move outside world as like other Of course, the set backs are there for anybody. Such set backs are to overcome and lead a better life than before. In this case she has to inculcate the habit of earning, it reasonably qualified. As everybody knew well that time will not stop for everybody. Days roll, Months pass, years role, people change. 

............. 

 

Few of the Children who were also in this seminar told the following sayings: 

 Care killed the cat. 

Catch the bear before you sell his skin. 

Caution is the parent of safety. 

Charity begins at home. 

Cheapest is the dearest 

 Business before pleasure. 

By doing nothing we learn to do ill. 

By hook or by crook. 

By the street of 'by-and-bye' one arrives at the house of 'Never'. 

Calamity is man's true touchstone. 

 Between the upper and nether millstone. 

 Betwixt and between. 

 Beware of a silent dog and still water. 

 Bind the sack before it be full. 

 Birds of a feather flock together. 

 DAMAGE CONTROL 

 

It's very difficult to acquire the lost things let be it a property, love, confidence, image, friendship, relationship or job. Foolish & senseless acts makes people land in trouble with impediments. Sometimes takes life span to regain/ recover the lost things. 

 

COSTUMES: 

 

Wearing costly costumes is not wrong. But, laughing at the poor costume wearers is wrong" 

 

MANNERS: 

 

"Having no education is not wrong. But, not having manners is wrong" 

 

GOLD: 

 

Wearing gold is not wrong. 

But, not consoling people who are in pain, is wrong". 

 

LAUGHING: 

 

"Travelling in car is not wrong. But, laughing at the walking people is wrong" 

 

FRIENDSHIP: 

 

"Making a friendship is not wrong. But, deceiving is wrong" 

 

 

LEADER: 

 

"To become a leader is not wrong. Betraying the followers is wrong" 

 

EARNING: 

 

"Earning is not wrong. 

To be away from happiness is wrong" 

 

SERVICE: 

 

"Doing service is not wrong. Looting and grabbing money in the name of service is wrong. 

 

LIFE LEAD: 

 

"Leading the life and living for wife and children is not wrong. But, negligence and carelessness towards mother and father is wrong. 

 

EATING: 

 

"Eating is not wrong. 

But, prime factor of only eating all times, is wrong" 

 

SENTIMENTS: 

 

"Having Sacredness is not wrong. But, damaging the sentiment of others is wrong" 

 

GOOD AND BAD: 

 

"Few people advise what is good and bad. It is better to listen and follow such advises" 

 

DR. Vishal also a Literary interested and also a Poet. He tells few Quotes as below: 

 

"Poets Efforts Never Go Astray. But, Poetic Work Long Last Forever". 

 

"Poets to nurture & train Teens, to make Global Literature Alive".. 

 

"Poets Never Play Mind Game. 

But, Play Story Game Thro' A Write". 

 

"Poets Write Creative Words". 

"Politicians Spell Promising Words" 

 

"Poets are for Books. 

Politicians are for Press. 

But, both Fascinate People". 

 

"Incessant work of a Poet makes Literature Train Travel Across the Globe to reach multi - million Hearts. 

 

"Poets may be Poor; But, their Heart Touches Billions of People for Unity" 

 

"Poets are not boring people. But 

Poets bring People Together for Peace". 

 

"Literature is the Property of Lit. Writers ; as, Lit. Properties change from Poet to Poet". 

 

"A Quality Poet or Poetess is the Gift of Nature-Universe Blessing, who act as Ambassador of Literature" 

 

"Pen Power Ceasefire War Zone; 

as, Poetry spreads for Peace Pact". 

 

PANCHA KALYANI CHARIOT 

 

"Life is not to run like Pancha kalyani Chariots; Whereas, Thoughts and Thought-Waves can run like, as fast as 6G and Derby Race Winner. 

 

Dr Vishal recited the following poem, as he is a Poet too. 

 …………………….. 

 



STORY-LINE SYNOPSIS
(WAR Paranormal Urban Fiction and Paranormal Day)

PART- I

An evil “King Kong Raj” who rules in a Planet called “King Kong Raj Planet”. He troubles and tortures all the people in his Planet and robs all their gold, jewelry and diamonds. People of that Planet fed-up with his rule.  This evil King has his own army who frequently robs and tortures people to gain an upper hand for this evil King. This evil King had some super-natural powers and  also maya, mantra, tantra by virtue of his staunch Prayers to Sun God. He even creates a big evil appearing thing, called “BING THING”, which cannot be killed or destroyed by anybody until the evil King Kong Raj gets killed. Maharshis and Rushis of this Planet also were tortured with cruelty. This Kings hefty soldiers and army rapes women, enjoys, robs and even destroys their properties. The battle is through Sword Fights, Dagger Fights, Arrow Fights and Fights with Maya (Illusion) and with the BING THING too.

An opponent group leader “The True Hero”, by name Vishal always tries to defend people and fights against this evil King Kong Raj many times, but in vain.  The Hero has the full support of the Maharshis and Rushis in this Planet and also Queen’s Angels
Angels of the nearby Planet called “Queens Planet”, and the Sun God also support “The True Hero Vishal”, who is a staunch supporter of the Sun God and Maharshis and Rushis. Vishal gets the blessings of all the people of the planet, Maharshis, Rushis, Queen’s Angels and the Sun God. 

In the long “save our souls” battle at the evil King’s Planet, the evil King Kong Raj ultimately gets defeated and dies. The True Hero Vishal also gets severely injured and dies. Vishal takes rebirth at the Earth as per the blessings of all the Maharshis, Rushis, Queen’s Angels and the Sun God. The True Hero Vishal becomes a Doctor.

PART II
Vishals takes birth again on Earth. The story of Vishal starts from his childhood and he becomes Physician and a Doctor in a family.

(back to the present )
" aunt , can we stop running , we have been running for at least 4 hours , i also finished 100 push-ups , my muscles hurt "
" mirin the empire doesn't need a weak princess , you must become the heavenly empress , you must be the "mother of reign""
mirin simply nodded and then regained her confidence and ran faster her aunt , she always wanted to know why her aunt wanted her to become the heavenly empress , lost in her thoughts she bumped into someone"
"ouch "
then she looked up to see a man in red clothes , the man looked down on her , same black hair , eyes as red ad blood lilies , on his head a golden crown encrusted with rubies and diamonds , mirin's mind went blank for 30 seconds
" oh shit" were the only words that came out of her mouth
" oh! did my sister teach you that daughter ? what vulgar language. "
by the time , mirin's aunt came finished her rounds and noticed the royal carriage and her mind went blank for 3 seconds , she noticed her nephews looking around the place , she didn't want to run into her brother , so she tried to sneak around the house but unfortunately stepped on a twig
"crack"
the brothers ran towards the sound to find their aunt trying to sneak away , the brothers stared at her with a confused face , they felt disappointment , their father who talked so much about the elegance of the duchess of Tis .
chase understood what was happening and went ,
"dad look who i found , the duchess of Tis is here  "
the emperor sighed and walked towards the three princes
"do you hate me that much duchess "
"no-no i was not ready so i was going to change after all i wouldn't want the emperor the Hyperion of Argen to me like this "
"what a flimsy excuse .... what are you not going hug me Beatrice"
a grin appeared on Beatrice's face , without much hesitation ( and grace) she ran and jumped on her brother gripping him tightly feeling his brotherly love " brother its been years "
he lowered his sister and  said
" oh mirin did you forget your father's face "
mirin whose brain couldn't compute any of this , was only thinking about one thing
< why the f*** did this dude name me  after a rice wine  >
" why did you name me after a rice wine "
"huh?"
"when did i name you after ..rice wine , what is that  ?"
then she realised , the eastern people are yet fully establish trade with the west so basically , they don't know about the alcohol ,
she sighed " you will understand later "
her name often reminded of her past life , whenever she was ranked 1 in the exams , her best friend , park sohee , took her out for drinks , she used to drink a lot of alcohol but never got drunk , at one point sohee made her drink a glass of vodka expecting her to become drunk , well sadly she never became drunk .. she missed those old memories , park sohee , died after a drunk car accident , she passed away the same way  3 years later ...
" mirin , go get ready for dinner , brother i need to have a conversation with you "
then she looked at the princes and said
" with him only "
the princes's left them to their conversation and decided to go meet their sister , they all agreed i going to her room and greeting her instead of waiting for dinner , ..
"knock knock"
"come in brothers, you don't have to knock"
the brothers opened the door to find a very abstract room ...very abstract , paintings hanging fro the ceiling it was paintings of nature , and some self portraits .. the window had many different  hand-made dream catcher's hanging from it , there were panels of food with carvings , they thought they were doodles , but actually was Korean , since she was taught "orug " the language spoken in the western continent , she wrote poems from famous poets , and quotes from geniuses's ..
there was rope ladder leading to  a loft , it was her "peace place " it was also off-limits ,
" mirin where does that ladder lead to ?" asked kai ,
" it leads to a place where you are not supposed to enter, a place where all my secrets live " mirin was meditating in mana chamber , she stopped mediating and got out of chamber ,and said " room tour time"
"so i know its weird , but don't worry i don't practice black magic , those paintings are from the different gardens i used to go different houses to paint different sceneries when i was 6 , those remind me of Canada ,  though it could never measure up to its beauty"
  ..she stared at those paintings for sometime and suddenly snapped back into reality ..
"oh sorry "
then she continued " these are wood carvings of poems in my own language , the poems are also mine "
< i feel rather guilty for saying that , those poets put effort into those and i just stole them ..well i don't want to be suspected by them  >
" dear sister , how are you doing ever since that mana explosion when you were 3 we haven't seen you . its been 7 years  would mind us staying her " Gray spoke up
" Gray , Kai and Chase we are siblings after all drop the formalities "
" sure then mirin lets drop it "
i instantly regretted what i said
***
" brother , she is yet to master her mana skills , after the mana outburst 7 years ago she had a outburst 2 years ago but is was much less powerful , for all we know she is the prime target of the organisation , the minute they get their filthy hands on her they will experiment on her , she need allies and she won't gain any if she stays here , she needs to return , i know you don't want her to get involved in politics but she was born a royal at point of their life they will get involved .
she must return and avenge all those deaths , nickola and penta , the houses of nova and galacta they had their heads taken away because the nobles forged the evidence , we knew what they did yet we couldn't help them , you and me can't do it , the empress dowager will do anything to make sure the second princes's daughter will become heavenly empress , she needs the power for her greed ,
the emperor nodded in agreement
" i understand , then i shall take her back with me , she is ten in 6 years will have to officially debut in higher society .. fine since that is over she will stay in diamond lake pavilion it was recently constructed by the eastern people as gratitude for the drug chase , it also has many western styles which is perfect for the empire's prophecy child right "


"THUD"
...

lavender has reincarnated as mirin d  evanglio ,the daughter of the emperor of  argen , she is also known as the empire's daughter because she  has been blessed by the oracle,then is sent to her aunt who wants her to become heavenly empress , later returns to the empire to become who she was the first princess of the largest empire

The crowd is going crazy.

An elegant, massive cage is now being wheeled to the middle, draped with a red silken fabric which is immaculately covering it from all the sides.

"Is everyone ready?" The announcer shouts into the mic. The cheers mutliply frantically screaming how impatient is crowd to get a  glimpse of the prey snared behind the bars of the cage, the centre of the Grand Auction of the day.

As the blares from the audience surpasses the verge of toleration, the announcer pulls off the red curtains. The arena resonates with cheers as the girl is being exposed. 

Wearing a revealing silken short wine red dress that barely covers her body, she's sitting seductively in the middle of the cage just as she has been told before. 

Eyes blindfolded, peachy white legs crossed over other and her hands are tied together at her back. Her black wavy tresses falls till her waist covering her exposed body, her backless dress refuses to. 

"Orphan from the birth, Here's our slave girl." The announcer poets with a smug smile. 

"Honey lips, smooth skin..." He continues on, eliciting more shouts and cheers from the gathered folk.

"Let's begin. One Million dollars." He proclaims into the mic. 

"10 Million!!" 

"Wow, A great head start." Announcer shouts. 

"20 Million!!"

"50Million!!"

The once blaring arena goes all dead silent. Announcer looks into the arena for the further bids with the words, 

"50 Million, Once, Twi---" 

A man who has just entered the arena interrupts as his gaze travels to the girl, whom the flashlights solely focus upon.

"100 Million!!"

"100 Million. Once, Twice." The announcer blurts out.

"SOLD!!"

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