Modern-day witches of the Western World still struggle to shake their historical stereotype. Most practice Wicca, an official religion in the United States and Canada.
Wiccans avoid evil and the appearance of evil at all costs. Their motto is to "harm none," and they strive to live a peaceful, tolerant and balanced life in tune with nature and humanity.
Many modern-day witches still perform witchcraft, but there's seldom anything sinister about it. Their spells and incantations are often derived from their Book of Shadows, a 20th-century collection of wisdom and witchcraft, and can be compared to the act of prayer in other religions. A modern-day witchcraft potion is more likely to be an herbal remedy for the flu instead of a hex to harm someone.
Today's witchcraft spells are usually used to stop someone from doing evil or harming themselves. Ironically, while it's probable some historical witches used witchcraft for evil purposes, many may have embraced it for healing or protection against the immorality they were accused of.
But witches—whether actual or accused—still face persecution and death. Several men and women suspected of using witchcraft have been beaten and killed in Papua New Guinea since 2010, including a young mother who was burned alive. Similar episodes of violence against people accused of being witches have occurred in Africa, South America, the Middle East and in immigrant communities in Europe and the United States.

MORE OF A REALIZATION OF WHAT YOU BELIEVE IN THIS WORLD!

Pressure brought about motivation. In the face of the heavy pressure that was already within their reach, the people of Dahl family were unwilling to delay for one more night. They ate a little bit of food, then with the protection of their most reliable subordinates, they quietly arrived at the temple of the Void Mask.
The Sacred Warriors, who were the night-watchmen, discovered them. At first, they thought the intruders wanted to attack but were taken aback. After Baron Dahl stepped forward to clarify the reason for their visit, that burly and bearlike Sacred Warrior understood what was going on and took them to see Bishop Kabbalah.
Bishop Kabbalah was asleep next to the prayer room. It was a small, bare room with just four walls. It was in his nature that he did not fancy luxury. The room was basically unfurnished, and not even tables and chairs could be found. The ground was covered with thick wooden planks that were stacked with bedding and books. These planks were used as both his bed and study table.
He was very powerful. Even when he was asleep, he could sense people coming near, and naturally, that would wake him. He could not help feeling a little shocked when he learned that Baron Dahl had brought his family and people in the dead of night for a visit to talk about changing beliefs and taking sides.
I'm just here to develop the church; how did things develop to such a point where even a lord wants to convert and believe in His Majesty? Isn't this step a little too big?
There was a saying on Earth that went, "Too big a step will pull at on one's testicles." As a divinity healer, Bishop Kabbalah was not worried about which body part would be pulled. But at that moment, he really felt great discomfort.
After he and Baron Dahl talked in detail and he learned about the entire event, the pain was even more apparent.
What is this! Why did the fight between the aristocratic party and the merchant party under the Commonwealth of Gold Coins result in a lord coming to us? What has this got to do with us? Shouldn't you naturally belong to the aristocratic party if you are a lord? Oh… Seems like he can't naturally belong to the aristocratic party since his main income comes from business dealings… Then for the time being, just put a pause to your smuggling business! Anyway, if they are to change their belief to His Majesty, they are still required to sort out all the business they have at present…
He had so many thoughts that they were in disarray. He was thinking so hard that there were spirals, like mosquito incense coils, twirling in his eyes. But still, he could not figure anything out.
With a deep sigh, he said to Baron Dahl, "Lord Baron, I have grasped your situation. But this is no small matter; I'd better consult His Majesty…"
"Of course, of course!" said Baron Dahl. He was all smiles as he nodded, as though he was a plump chicken feeding on grains.
Bishop Kabbalah went to the dressing room for a bath and a change of clothes. When all preparations were completed, he headed to the prayer room and lit some incense shavings which gave off a reassuring aroma. Then amidst the light smoke coming from the slowly burning shavings, Bishop Kabbalah knelt before the altar in silent prayer.
Moments later, Sui Xiong responded to his prayers.
"So, this is the matter of concern… Yes, if they are willing to mend their ways and stop doing evil, I can protect them," Sui Xiong said. After a moment of consideration, he agreed. "But my protection for them is only limited to preventing the aristocratic and merchant parties from sending assassinators to attack them. I'll not offer any protection if their conflicts are business-related or due to grudges from before."
Bishop Kabbalah conveyed Sui Xiong's reply to Baron Dahl. Baron Dahl was silent for a moment, then indicated that he would need to discuss with his people again.
So they borrowed one of the rooms in the temple where they held their discussions.
This time, they did not spend much time discussing. About 10 minutes later, Baron Dahl paid Bishop Kabbalah a second visit. He expressed his acceptance of His Majesty's conditions.
Although they were unable to get full protection, which made them a little uneasy, the attitude of His Majesty, the Void Mask, had proven his reliability in another way—as people of rich experience, be it Baron Dahl or his people, they would rather trust those who carefully negotiated their conditions before doing things, rather than those who readily agreed to take care of everything.
Because the more carefully one considered, the more detailed their conditions would be. This would in turn, represent a more serious attitude. And those fellows who readily agreed to take on anything as though they could run carriages in their mouth—their words simply could not be trusted!
Since they had come to an agreement on the conditions, the matter was settled. The Dahl family returned back to their castle with minds at ease—though it was almost daybreak, that did not prevent them from sleeping soundly now.
And on the other side, the clergymen of the Church of the Void Mask were getting busy.
Initially, the Dahl family was a hodgepodge of beliefs. There were some who believed in the God of Aristocracy and some who believed in the Goddess of Wealth. Now they wanted to collectively convert their beliefs to follow the Void Mask. And naturally, they would need a formal and grand ceremony.
Not only that, most people from the Dahl family were bad guys. To accept them as followers, the church would have to arrange redemption for them.
"Atonement" was not something that could be completed simply by buying a certificate of redemption. This was only possible in the mid-century period on Earth. It was also not like those with great power could go straight to heaven so long as they killed a few followers of another belief, regardless of any bad things they had done. In this world, redemption was something very solemn and serious. It involved quite a difficult process and a high price to pay.
First, the person who decided to redeem himself had to proceed with a period of fasting and ablution to allow his body and mind to enter a state of quiet and peace. Then, in this state, he would have to personally narrate his entire list of crimes and received punishment according to the crime committed. The punishments included, but were not limited to, beatings, burnings, as well as various pain inflicted either physically or by spells.
This agonizing and difficult process would, at times, last as long as a month. When the entire ritual had ended, they still had to accept a mission. Only when they had accomplished this mission with a good and solemn attitude could the entire redemption process truly be completed.
So long as they could complete the entire redemption process, they would not be considered bad guys who were unpardonably wicked and guilty of the most heinous crimes. They could also convert their camps from evil to neutral. Then, so long as they conscientiously did good, sooner or later, they could progress into becoming good people.
However… in this world, there were very few bad guys who could truly complete the entire redemption process.
On one hand, this process was indeed accompanied by acutely intense pain. The more severe the crime, the more severe the pain would be. Most of the bad guys were extremely stern towards others but went easy on themselves. There was no way they could bear such pain.
On the other hand, even if they were willing to bear such pain, there were very few churches willing to carry out the redemption rituals for bad guys. This was because after the ritual, the bad guys would become members of the church, so their actions would be closely associated to the church's honor. 　　
Even if they were willing to redeem themselves of their crimes, the clergymen were seldom willing to believe in these villains.　　
The only people keen on holding redemption rituals were from the Church of the God of Redemption. This group of people advocated that "no matter how bad a man could be, so long as he was willing to mend his ways, there would always be a day where he could repay his sins." They were also eager to persuade the bad guys to atone for their sins and accept redemption—even if it was penitence at one's deathbed.
But the bad guys were reluctant to do so because if they chose to accept "redemption" on their deathbed, it would mean that their souls would belong to the God of Redemption after death. They would then need to do all sorts of good things under his arrangement to redeem themselves for their sins.
This was something exceptionally difficult.
In the end, only a handful of the higher-ups of the Dahl family were willing to accept the redemption ritual and become core followers of the Church of the Void Mask. The rest simply bowed to salute and pay homage to the statue of His Majesty, the Void Mask, and accepted baptism by Bishop Kabbalah before leaving. 　
"It's good this way too," said Bishop Kabbalah as he watched them leave. He could not help feeling relieved, albeit his disappointment.
He was responsible for the redemption of these people. No matter what, so long as the number was smaller, the difficulty or trouble that might be involved in the future would be much smaller.
As for those people who left… they would be the ones treading on their paths. The choice would be theirs to make, so regardless of whatever might happen, the responsibility was all theirs. 


In the world, there were gods who obeyed the rules, whether good or evil. But there were also evil gods who defied the rules. 
When a traverser was confronted by the rules that he could never conform to, the resulting collision marks the beginning of the story of an evil god…
This is the story of a good man who transformed into a great jellyfish, then traversed his world to arrive at a world of swords and magic. His journey of searching and exploring eventually led to him remaking nature and changing the world. 

Airow paused as the four stepped outside of Bob's Bar.  His ability to detect evil was working now, and he was confused.  The small man was registering as neutral evil, but the tall one was neither evil nor good.  
Pulling Grey to the side, he whispered, "How do we know that we can trust these two?"
She glanced over at the two who were busy looking over a map and discussing where they needed to go next.
"They aren't lying to us, I can tell.  Whatever their reasons for wanting to help, I'm grateful for it.  We can't do this on our own, and we have to avoid the other angels as best we can.  If word gets back to the elder angels what we're doing, we'll really be in trouble."
"If angels are sent, we're done.  We'll fall and become demons.  I don't want that."
"Neither do I," said Grey.
"I think we need to head north from here," said Guit, coming over to them with the map.  "We are sensing the closest group of demons there.  According to the map, there's a large city there, so that would make sense."
Argen nodded as he approached.  No reason to say anything, that would just take more effort.  He was already dreading the trip.
"That's a long way," said Grey, looking at the map.  She wished they could fly part of the way, it would be faster, but she knew that was out of the picture if they wanted to keep their angel status a secret.
"There's a few horses that have been roaming around since the demons left.  We may be able to catch some and ride them?" suggested Airow, looking around.
After several hours, they finally managed to capture four of the horses, but no matter how hard Guit tried, his would not let him ride it.  Every time he tried to climb on, it would startle and shy away.  As he stood there, gnashing his teeth, Grey grabbed the horse's halter and spoke softly to it, while Airow grabbed the small man under his arms from behind, and quickly hoisted him into the saddle.
Everyone stood still for a moment, waiting to see what would happen, as the horse thought about the situation.  Its ears laid back along its head, and as its muscles bunched to fight, Airow joined Grey at its head, speaking softly to it and petting it gently.  After another half an hour to make the horse remain calm, they were finally ready to leave the desolate town.
Through out all of the excitement, Argen had dozed in the shade of a half-destroyed wall.  When his horse was led to him, he quickly jumped into its saddle, and waited, almost asleep again, for them to get Guit into his saddle.
As they finally started on their way north, a sound of flapping drew their attention.  A large angel was sweeping towards them!
"It's the elder angel coming to check on the portal!" cried Guit, trying to get his unruly horse to cooperate as it spooked from his cry.
"What do we do?" asked Grey, panicked.
Airow watched as the angel swooped towards them, noting that the whiteness of the feathers seemed off.  The more he focused on them, the more obvious it was that they were illusioned to look white.
"I think he has fallen.  His wings only appear white, probably to throw off any angels that might be watching.  I think we can safely fight him, without worrying about our own status."
"He's evil," said Argen, calmly watching the angel's approach.
"Tie the horses so they don't run away again," said Grey to Argen, as she slid from her horse.  Handing him her reigns, she drew the sword Airow had given her.
With a sigh, he took Airow's reigns too, and directed his horse to the other side of a demolished building.  Guit tried his hardest to get his horse to follow, finally kicking it in the ribs hard enough for it to jump forward after Argen.  As Argen grabbed the reigns of his horse too, he jumped from the saddle and ran over to Grey and Airow.
They looked at him curiously, but focused back on the incoming angel.
Argen tied the horses securely to a beam that stuck out of some of the debris, then sat down to watch.  If they needed him, he might think about getting up to help, but starting with them, just seemed too exhausting.
The elder angel dived with his sword out, with a battle cry. The clouds in the sky were shoved back by his passing.
As he landed, they blocked their faces from the debris blown up.
"You will pay for your sins!" he cried.  
Airow couldn't help but notice the lack of holiness in his voice.  In fact, the chill that crept down his spine was more from the feeling of evil, than it was from the actual words.
"It is not I who hide my true form!" exclaimed Airow, exposing his magnificent white wings.
"Yet you travel with this filth!  You might as well have fallen yourself!"
With those words, the angel flew at them with his sword pointed at Grey.
Grey took her stance and held her sword at the ready.  Airow drew his bow and let loose a bolt, but the angel swiped it away.  Guit shook his hands as claws erupted and he screamed a nerve-wracking scream.
Jumping forward, Grey dodged below the angel's attack, and shoved her sword up, cutting along his entire length as he flew past.  With a scream, he jerked away, swiping away two more bolts from Airow and landing in a crouch.  With a snarl, his eyes began to glow red, and he removed his hand from the gash that ran along his entire torso.  Blood could be seen dripping on to the ground.
"You'll pay for that, fallen!" he growled.
"Look who's talking!" she sneered, taking her stance again.
Guit charged from the side, running on all fours, jumping off the wall to the angel's left, and slashing with his claws, across the side of his face.
Spinning away, the angel stood up with a laugh.  The claw marks were mere scratches, blemishing his perfect face.  Instead of blood, though, they could see black scales peeking through the cuts.
Guit landed and immediately charged again, jumping off a large rock, spinning in the air, and slicing at the angel again, before landing further away.
The angel ducked, and with a flap of his wings, jumped into the sky again.
Airow was ready.  He had charged his bow with all twenty of his arrows, and as soon as the angel was clear of the ground, he let loose.  All twenty hit.  Except, as the smoke cleared, they saw that the arrows didn't hurt him as they had intended.  
With a scream of rage, the angel blasted away the ruined remains of his illusion, exposing his true form.
Black scales covered his skin.  The feathers on his wings were black as pitch, and his eyes glowed red as smoldering embers.
"You will pay for this!" he screamed in rage.
"Now everyone will know that you are a lie!" cried Grey, throwing her sword with all of her strength.
As it flew towards the angel/demon, he moved to knock it aside, but she quickly closed her hands and began to recited a prayer.  It was the first prayer of protection that she had been taught when she first awoke as an angel.
"May the heavens hear my cry of help!  Send a legion to my aid! Hear my prayer, I beg of you!"
Her sword split as there was a crack of lightening and a roll of thunder.
Fear erupted on the face of the elder angel/demon, as the heavens began to pour forth angels in answer to her call.

Stasia(Grey), led a squadron of angelic warriors, until they came up against a demon battalion that was more than they bargained for.  She fell that day.  Events will transpire to make her doubt everything she knew.  With the aid of Airow, she has to fight to gain back what she has lost.  However, what they find may change everything.

Jean spent lots of time alone in the Renningberry Catholic Church. During his patience and waiting, no one came during Sundays, not even his Choir. They all flocked five miles away to Murphy Steinly, the new Pastor, who shepherded them against the perceived homosexual threat. Murphy especially used this opportunity for castigating Jean's protection of homosexuals.

At this time, Murphy gave a message during his usual preachings.

"Better fear the gays here! Blood's impure so keep clear! Hang a queer if it's near! Hold these sayings close to your heart!" he exclaimed with fervor.

The members of his congregation were riled up, soaking up his words like the Gospel Truth.

"Remember the tumultuous times a decade before, when the virus HIVE afflicted our people with MAIDS and killed well over 250,000 Americans.

The homosexuals are bearers of this illness and seek to spread their damnation from the Devil unto our children! They are America's Black Sickness!

Trust Donald Vegan, our previous American President, who greatly pushed the public for more health regulations while struggling to fund it because he gave us too much money in his Veganomics. He kept those homosexuals from gathering and removed them from the public so they no longer harmed Americans!

Isolating the homosexuals and purifying them of their gay taint is fully supported by our new President George H. Wuss. Our health organizations work to kill the HIVE virus that still is among us. If we do not stop these homosexuals, we will all die!"

As usual, the session summarily ended at 6:00 P.M. and the people left, thoroughly incited. Special members of the congregation stayed and plotted with Murphy in the secret organization called "The Salvation Army." It served as an undercover name whilst still in Church.

Every week, The Salvation Army targeted suspected homosexuals and burned their homes under the cloak of darkness and black blankets.

It was during this October night that they arranged to burn the Renningberry Catholic Church. They already spent months of preparation to completely isolate the incident. Using favors, the local mafia, and bribery, they bought an hour after 7:00 before emergency responders were forced to arrive.

Under the cover of a moonless sky, The Salvation Army became emboldened by their continual success. Their actions became a national issue debated heavily among the American public. As of now, the people gave their tentative support or, as a majority, fearfully stayed uninvolved.

Murphy moved in the front, with his black blanket hanging around his whole body like loose robes. Two slits showed his maddened eyes. His left hand grabbed at the five bottles strapped to his belt underneath. His right hand jiggled with a lighter.

Finally, the moment they all waited for arised! The last place of homosexual protection! Gone from their city!

"C'mon Mitch! Hold the other end higher!" said a short figure holding one side of a large metal drum.

"I am! You're the one moving too fast, Gary!" said the taller figure on the right.

"It's Herald who's shoving it, you idiots!" said the woman in front of them.

"Shut up, Beth! Don't say my name!" said the man holding the drum from behind.

"Quiet! All of you!" Murphy commanded. "Make sure to spread that gasoline around the entire building. I don't want Jean being able to escape without being burned."

The four figures secured a hose and began trailing the liquid contents. Murphy kept watch with Albert, Jean's godfather. Murphy didn't understand why he wanted to help, despite teaching Jean and raising Jean for most of his life.

Murphy mused it must have been his eloquence and righteous wisdom that made Albert come under his wing. He sneered at the Church. Even Jean's godfather helped plot his demise.

Roughly thirty minutes later, the four fools came bounding over with an empty drum.

"We're done!" said Beth.

"Good. Bring it back to the truck. Then, we'll light up the sacrilegious heathen."

Murphy snickered and pulled out his molotov cocktails. They each had five to leisurely have fun burning it all down. It didn't hurt to have a backup plan either, as there were two trucks with drums of oil if needed.

When they all assembled, the fire started. It blazed like a furnace, charring the aged stone structure and alighting the wooden embellishments. The sign smouldered from the heat. Bottles crashed left and right, breaking windows and shattering small statues set up.

They stood, watching the conflagration raise higher and higher. Soon, it was too hot to stay around, so they turned to leave.

But at the trucks, a man stepped out, bundled in a heavy jacket, hood, sunglasses, thick gloves, and baggy pants.

"Who are you? You're not supposed to be here," said Murphy.

"I know," said the muffled and heavily dressed figure. "And you're not supposed to be on this planet."

"Nathan?—" asked Beth.

Bang!

A Beretta 21A smoked in his hand, fresh from his jacket's pocket. A hole blossomed in Beth's head, seeping out blood from under the blanket.

"What the Hell!? Nathan, why!" yelled Albert.

"I'm releasing you from your diseased minds."

"Don't stand there! Get him!" Murphy shouted.

The remaining five charged over but shots rang out, one by one.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Each of them were shot once in the chest, but Murphy was shot thrice.

Nathan pulled out the used magazine and reloaded. 

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

They finally stopped moving. Nathan reloaded and aimed again.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

If they survived this, it would be a miracle. Nathan sighed as he stared at their bleeding corpses. What would his father, Jake, think? Even when Nathan showed up, he thought it couldn't be true. But, it was too late. Jean died in an inferno by maniacs who were let loose because no one wanted to enforce justice.

Nathan locked the safety and looked at the collapsing roof of the Renningberry Catholic Church. He held the pistol to his head but then lowered it. He raised it and lowered it again. Nathan couldn't do it. Jean's face flashed before his eyes, smiling brightly before he went to hold his service earlier this morning...

He walked away in the dark night. What happened next to his future depended on what the town wanted to say what happened. It was all Nathan did to redeem his friend's brother and show that he would not stand for what happened to his neighbors. His long-time investigation didn't go to waste, but if only he was faster, only if he was smarter, only if he knew what was happening...

Night passed in a flurry. The authorities traced the many arson cases to Murphy's Church. Another nationwide outrage arose because of how lawlessly they acted and how some gold-hearted vigilante killed the ones responsible in a brutal fashion. It was unspoken yet a common understanding fell on the police not to properly investigate the killer.

President H. Wuss demanded the FIBS to investigate, like the rest of the nation. Something insidious was happening in the city.

As everything descended to chaos, from riots in the streets, to protests en route to the Capital, to hysteria, Jean tapped on his suitcase. 

Tap. Tap. Tap.

He long since prepared to leave and concluded his connections to the mafia under the pseudonym of his brother again. If his brother needed it, he had favors to use.

Jean broke off his connections to the Catholic Church to preach his own words of tolerance and love. Also, it was better to be free from the hierarchy. Considering the probabilities, it was better to freelance his work.

Capitalizing on America's panic needed someone able to move around everywhere, after all. Jean needed to use his skills to their limit for the most deaths to sweep the nation.

Jean smiled.

The camera views the actions of an aspiring serial killer. 

How far and how close can he come to reality?

(Written on my phone to spite Rebirth of A Serial Killer by Kotrem and because I always wanted to write  a serial killer series. 

Any similarities to real people, places, and works are not to be taken seriously.)

After I graduated from secondary school I started working in a boutique as I hated being idle for long. My mind was a dangerous demon when left idle so I tried to keep it busy lest it led me to sin.

Even though I was lazy and loved my sleep I needed money of my own so I had to sacrifice my sleep. A very painful sacrifice.

We were a catholic family and I still believed in my faith as a Christian. I tried not to miss any program during the holy week no matter the situation. I still believed in God. He was the only thing that I believed in even though I could not see him. The only invisible thing I felt was visible. I believed he was visible because I could feel him. He was more real that any other thing.

On good Wednesday, rain fell heavily in Warri and I had to run to Church under the rain. Dirty rain water from the road and cars splashed on me as I ran to church, but I didn't stop or look back. I wanted to fulfil my obligation as a catholic.

I wanted to feel connected to something.  

When I got to the church I sat at the back hoping to have some peace while my clothes dried off.

Just when I thought I had succeeded in avoiding everybody I saw Peter and I smiled at him. He waved and smiled back.



 Peter was an old friend all the way back in my primary school. Funny enough he still looked the same as he did then when we were kids. Seeing him now I started to remember how I met him and how we played when we were little.

He left his pew to come to mine as there was still space on mine.

He was average in height and thin. I was fairer than he was a little even though he was quite fair. My friends used to laugh at me in secondary school. They would say I escaped being an albino, but I took it in good faith, I was prettier than they all were. 


I knew this not because everyone told me but well because I had eyes and a mirror.

Peter looked thinner than he was the last time I saw him and his face was rougher. Maybe he was getting thinner because of boarding school stress, I guessed_ or it was something that was hereditary because his little sister Yole was like that too. I actually warmed up to him when he came over which was very unlike me to do when I see an old friend,


"Long time, how's school? I asked, smiling. He was shy and shy boys were my weakness. I loved the weakness of others. They made me ignore mine. It made me feel stronger to see that others were weaker than I was.

"School is fine, why are you wet he asked?" Hmmm wet, I wanted to ask what he meant by that but only a fool won't know. He was talking of my dress_Idiot! I thought, laughing to myself.

No dirty thoughts Mira. Mira....no dirty thoughts.

Even if I didn't engage in romance in high school, my classmates and friends never stopped saying sexual things to me.


 They opened my eyes to things that they explored and wanted me to explore too, but I was too scared to. That was then, now, I started to warm up to the idea, to try one or two of those things they talked about and made to look so fascinating.

"I work far from here and I had to come under the ran."

"Oh." He looked at me for like a minute until he noticed that I was getting tensed up under his gaze, then he faced the altar.

Just then my prayer book fell from my legs where I had kept it. I bent down and purposely brushed my boobs on his hands which rested on his legs.

"Sorry." I whispered to myself, while sitting up straight. I mentally cursed myself for doing it. It was on impulse but it felt good to have a mans hand touch me there. He didn't look like he noticed or he was just really good at hiding his emotions.

A girl I knew from church came to stand behind the pew where I was sitting and I guessed she wanted to talk to me about something I didn't care about.


 I wont call her a friend even though we said hi to each other whenever our paths crossed in church. I was very picky when it came to friendship and she wasn't someone I would like to call a friend.

She said 'Hi' to Peter and he ignored her. Normally that would make me mad but strangely it amused me.

She bent down so she was at ears length with me, "Can we talk outside?" She whispered.

'OK" I replied. I was curious to know what she wanted to say. They say Curiosity kills the cat, I hope it doesn't kill me though. "Excuse me Peter, I'm coming now."

Peter didn't reply, he looked as if he was pissed with something but I didn't know what it was. I would ask him though, if I can, just not now. For now I needed to hear what Chisom had to say that was so important that she couldn't wait until mass was over.

The virgin who stole the gang leaders heart.


"You kill all the people that touch me for touching me only? Or is it just a habit of yours_ Killing people?" I dared to ask.

 I was shaking so bad and my hands were sweaty. I was visibly perspirating even though the Ac was on. Still, I just needed to get all these questions of my chest. He was acting so strange and mad. I knew that I would end up dead either ways. Whether I spoke up against him or not I was still going to end up dead. So why be silent?

He started walking towards me, and with each step he took further I took one back in fear and desperation to create space between us, until I was backed up against the wall. He stood so close to me now I was practically breathing his air. 

"Like I told you in the very beginning when we first met, You're mine! And when something is mine no one touches it. So when another man wants to touch you beg him to stop not for your sake but for his. No matter how many they are or how minute the touch is they will end up below the ground the moment they do. You are mine."

***

In Mira's town there is only one authority, one power. One man controls the town and instills fear in everyone. His name, White Lion. 


A terrible incident leaves Mira Scarred for life and she is forced to accept a life without love. 


But, fate has other things planned out for her. Mira's life changes when she is kidnapped along with other girls by White Lion's men.


 White Lion is immediately smitten by her. 
He falls deep in love with Mira and he will do anything to have her. Anything.


 Even if it means ruining all that he and his father before him had worked hard to achieve. Even if it means he would run far away from her. 
 
White Lion plays the game of love like war, everything is fair and no rules apply to him.

 Mira just happens to be the centre of his game. Mira who feels nothing. Impulsive, reckless Mira who hates men just like White Lion. 
His show of love is cruel, but his love for her is pure. 




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Mature content:
• Abuse.
• Violence.
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Dear Lord,
I pray for my future husband. I pray for his heart. May You continue to mature him, and reveal Yourself to him, in mighty ways. I pray that that he would love You passionately. May You and him have an incredibly deep relationship. I pray that he is willing to open his heart to You. I pray he comes to You in prayer and is vulnerable about the things he is facing in this life. I pray he relies on You for help and guidance. Fill him with Your wisdom. I pray for a blessing over his heart. I also pray for protection. Please remove any temptation or evil that is attempting to make him fall, get hurt, or turn from You. Guard his heart, and cover him with Your peace. If there are any situations or circumstances that cause him pain, I pray that You would heal him. Make his heart whole. I pray my future husband would have a strong understanding of who You are and how You are and how You are moving in his life. I pray his heart is full of discernment and is sensitive to emotions and doesn't push him away. Soften his heart so that he is always willing to yield to You in humbleness. I also pray that he would embrace all that You have him and that he is passionate to serve You joyfully. May You continue to experience intimacy with him. I pray he loves You will all of his heart, all of his soul, all of his mind, and all of his strength. In Jesus' name AMEN!

Night time.

The sea looked even deeper in the darkness, terrifying monsters seemingly hiding within as strange whining sounds could be heard within the fog. Steel boots moved along the coastline as a few silhouettes walked out of the sea.

"We can borrow the power of our Lord to escape the monitoring of the wizard tower," a man wrapped in gray robes said.

"Bah, the territory of a false god. I’ll personally destroy it one day!" a robust man exclaimed, a look of disdain in his eyes.

"Pay attention to your words, Mare." Their leader turned back. He was wearing exquisite armour, the large single eye emblazoned on his cape a symbol of his church. "Our mission is to pursue the remnants of the evil church. The affairs of the south sea do not concern us. Unless we receive personal orders from master or our church, there will not be any conflicts with others during this mission."

"I understand, Bishop Morand." The man muttered, but he eventually quieted down.

"Is everyone clear on on the mission?" Bishop Morand looked at his own subordinates and could not help being prudent. "Our target is the descendant of an evil god. If the church survives, it could assist in his resurrection, so it needs to be cleaned up.

"My intelligence says they intend to escape to Debanks Island. We must not let them succeed!"

"Debanks Island… The land of the Giant Serpent, a hell on earth with unending death and fear…" Soft murmurs circulated within the group, and Morand’s face grew unsightly.

Leylin was a false god who’d managed to resist the suppression of Helm’s Church, even killing a large number of clergymen. He’d been on the Church of Protection’s list for a long time.

Unfortunately, this fellow had holed up in Debanks Island, controlling what was once the Sakartes Empire. He also had numerous subordinates, including another demigod. Although they’d sent several squads with high hopes, none of them had managed to survive Leylin’s countermeasures.

A few attempts later, Debanks Island had been marked as forbidden grounds for Helm’s Church, even mentioning it garnering the hostility of its paladins.

"Let’s set off! We swear to crush the demigod!" Bishop Morand’s face held an unswerving determination as he led his subordinates into the night.

...

"My Lord, you are like the stars up in heaven, your wings of healing protecting the world in their embrace. Massacre is your sharp sword, and your eyes are brighter than the sun…" A bishop was leading the prayer within a concealed room on Faulen Island, dressed in robes embroidered with a giant snake.

Leylin had yet to become a true god, so his church was not recognised by the other gods on the mainland. If they revealed themselves in public, they would be attacked, so the church held its prayers in a secret area.

Once the daily prayers were completed, the bishop entered an office where a few valiant believers were waiting, a few natives in particular amongst them. Although the natives were slightly shorter than the rest, the violence in their eyes and their ice cold killing intent put a faint pressure on the rest.

"Good day, everyone. We have all gathered here today under the gaze of the Winged Serpent Kukulkan," the bishop nodded towards the rest.

"Under the gaze of our God!" Everyone immediately prayed in unison, fanaticism noticeable in their eyes. Regardless of personal power or faith, these natives had proven themselves. The bishop did not reveal any disdain.

The bishop suddenly remembered, ‘Word has spread that a large number of natives have joined the church’s headquarters in Debanks Island, and there’s a high chance that the next pope will be a native saintess…’ He then gripped the emblem on his chest and started repenting in his heart, ‘Everything is the will of our only Lord. Please forgive me for my wavering faith…’

Of course, the rest only saw the bishop clench at his holy emblem before sitting down behind his desk.

"Intelligence from the city hall and wizard tower say that an incredible figure seems to have entered our territory." The bishop banged on the table, taking out a stamped letter that he showed to the rest.

A subordinate took a look and spoke out with his doubts, "Poison Scorpion Church?"

"Yes. It’s a church that worships an ancient scorpion demigod. They’ve been developing in secret for a long time, but sadly they were discovered and suppressed by the forces of Helm while their lord was ascending. Rumours say the demigod fell…" Mockery appeared on the bishop’s face as he explained this, "There was no need to pay attention to such a small church before, but according to wizard Ernest, the demigod’s descendant has fled to Faulen Island, planning to journey to Debanks Island."

"This matter can be quite troublesome… We’re currently trying to maintain peace with the forces on the mainland as we develop, this might invoke a war…" One of the subordinates frowned.

"Of course. I’m aware of that, but we cannot allow them to act with total disregard for law." The bishop looked at his subordinates with resentment. If under normal circumstances, would there even be a situation out of his control? Unfortunately, he had only taken over this branch recently, and it was the former headquarters of the Faulen Family.

Of course, they listened to Leylin’s orders, but outside of that it was troublesome to unite them. These elites couldn’t be dispatched if they weren’t convinced about the situation.

Just as the bishop was troubled, his face suddenly changed. A strong will descended on the place abruptly, and flames were ignited on the statue of the feathered serpent.

"Our Great Lord has descended!" The bishop was the first one to kneel down in prayer, the others quickly following suit.

A thought was soon transmitted out of the statue, causing a hint of joy to appear on the bishop’s face, "Worshippers, I am in need of you…"

"Are all of you clear of our Lord orders? "

"Yes!" the formerly rebellious subordinate stood out, saying resolutely, "This is the will of the Lord, we’ll complete the task even if it costs us our lives!"

"Good!" The bishop nodded in satisfaction.

...

The youth and his two servants were still unaware of the huge crisis that was about to befall them. They’d already set up at a small inn. The youth had tried to escape, but now he’d been arranged in a clean room. The butler moved to the edge of the window, taking a few glances before he tightly shut the curtains.

The knight stood at the door like a sculpture, similar to a loyal guard.

"You’re the son of our Lord. Please pay attention to your actions. How could you run out on a whim? Aren’t you aware that the Church of Protection is right behind us? They definitely won’t let us go if they’re given the opportunity…" The butler’s face had blackened.

The youngster shrank down. "I’m sorry, bishop… I, I only wanted to look at that lord’s wizard tower…"

‘Sigh… He’s still a child after all, this responsibility is too heavy for him to shoulder…’ The bishop who was dressed like a butler let out a secret sigh, softening up at the sight of the youngster’s face.

"Please endure it for a while. We’ll be safe once we reach Debanks Island."

"Debanks Island?" A rare trace of joy appeared on the youngster’s face. "The place with the rumoured native empire and the Giant Serpent… We won’t have to worry about Helm’s Church once we’re there?"

"As long as you can obtain their protection, yes!" A kind and amiable smile surfaced on the butler’s face.

"Our Lord interacted with the Giant Serpent Church before, and they’re willing to help innocent people like us who’ve been suppressed… More importantly, our gifts will definitely gain his favour."

The moment gifts were brought up, the knight subconsciously gazed at the youngster’s neck. A crystal pendant was hung there, emitting soft light.

"They will only shelter you for such an artifact…" The butler stroked the child’s hair, "You don’t have to be sad. This is something our Lord gained in an accidental encounter. I’m sure you can exchange it for your safety and the opportunity for the church to rise again in the future. I’m sure he would have agreed as well…"

The youngster did not notice the trace of pity within the butler’s eyes. A child of god was someone who’s descended from a true god. Demigods’ descendants barely qualified to be addressed as such, and in fact their Lord had several heirs as precaution. Unfortunately, this child was the only one among his brothers and sisters who’d survived.

‘If a true god falls, as long as their believers continue to call out their true name with devout faith they’ll return after a period of time. However, it’s different for a demigod… The conditions are harsher, and there are additional requirements that will make resurrection more difficult…’

Although his heart felt pity, the faith in the butler’s soul ultimately won. He recovered his previous expression.

Leylin is transported from an advanced technological era into a medieval world— except there’s magic. Equipped with only his quick wits and an A.I. chip fused to his soul, he sets out to become the most powerful magus the world has ever known. In a land divided into the Light and Dark Magi, the weak can either be cattle or disposable slaves. Only the strong can determine their lives, and only they have the luxury for virtue. Yet strength is only a tool for Leylin, like any other. His goal, in the end, is his own.

Translator’s desc:
What happens when a scientist from a futuristic world reincarnates in a World of Magic and Knights?

An awesome MC — that’s what happens!

A scientist’s goal is to explore the secrets of the universe, and this is exactly what Leylin sets out to do when he is reincarnated. Dark, cold and calculating, he makes use of all his resources as he sets off on his adventures to meet his goal.

Face? Who needs that… Hmmm… that guy seems too powerful for me to take on now… I better keep a low profile for now.

You want me to help you? Sure… but what benefit can I get out of it? Nothing? Bye. 

Hmmm… that guy looks like he might cause me problems in the future. Should I let him off for now and let him grow into someone that can threaten me….. Nahhh. *kill*

With ringing camel bells, the caravan struggled to travel through Immensity Sea. Looking around, only desert and plain land with a few stubborn shades of green could be seen.
By noon, the sun was shining directly overhead, and the high temperature made them dizzy. Even those who had the Apertures enlightened felt burning sensations on their body, and dryness of the mouth, not to mention the ordinary men leading the camels. Thus, they sought shade behind a few weathered rocks.
With a loud gurgling of water, many regained their spirits and chatted idly.
"Evil Blade was killed. We probably have to change our flag soon." The leader of the caravan sighed.
They had handed over many goods in exchange for Evil Blade's protection, and no longer needed to worry about attacks from large bandit groups. Their own escorts could handle the situation for smaller groups. But who would have imagined the sudden turn of events, in which Ze Luoju was killed in the royal advisor's mansion?
As such, before the news spread around Immensity Sea, they hurried off soon after the blockade was lifted in Hahler. They would probably need to change their flag after the trip too.
Another leader of the caravan didn't care very much. "What are you afraid of? Even though Evil Blade is dead, Crying Elder is still alive! He will definitely hand the Evil Ridge to someone else, so our flag will be just as useful!"
The leader who spoke initially was somewhat relieved, and could not help lamenting, "Killing Blade is definitely worthy of being called a legend for chasing after him for more than 20 days across tens of thousands of miles, and then finishing him off in the royal advisor's mansion, the safest place in Immensity Sea. His rank in the Ranking List of Young Masters is indeed well-deserved. Maybe after a few years, he will be able to reach the Terrestrial Rankings..."
"True. Who would have thought that he would suddenly attack in Immensity Sea right after shooting up in levels, without stabilizing his realm at all! Ze Luoju probably didn't expect it either!"
"We just heard about the level up a few days ago? And Killing Blade had actually already killed Evil Blade tens of thousands of miles away from Luoyang! It's like a dream."
"Perhaps those who have been through Heaven's Punishment four times are just that strong to begin with..."
This incident caused a sensation in Hahler, and all from the caravan joined in the discussion except for the escorts, who were keeping a lookout for horse bandits. The discussion was intense, as if they had seen the fight themselves. They felt as if Killing Blade was like a god descended from heaven, suddenly appearing in front of Ze Luoju, striking and killing him when he least expected!
But there was one man who did not join the discussion. He was sitting under a weathered rock, looking indifferent but secretly pleased. It was Meng Qi himself, pretending to be a desert tramp.
He had a long sword hanging by his waist, looking calm and composed with average facial features that differentiated him from Killing Blade.
He could not use his Killing Blade identity to kill Devil-slaying Sword, just as it was inappropriate to use his Heavenly Primogenitor identity as Meng Su, who had suddenly appeared in Immensity Sea.
He looked up at the sun, estimated the current location and realized that he was not far from Bomi.
Among the buzz, several desert tramps had turned to look at the weathered rock. And as soon as they saw his figure, they felt bright sunlight shining on them, sparkling in gold.
Squinting their eyes to look again, the man with his back against the weathered rock had already disappeared. Nothing was there except for sunshine.
After leaving with the shelter from the sun, and moving hundreds of miles into Immensity Sea, Meng Qi stopped and found a hidden weathered ground, and hid inside the gap. Listening to the rippling of the underground river, he took out his bounty.
Meng Qi stayed in Hahler now for two reasons. He wanted to confuse Crying Elder by making it hard to find him, as he would probably not search where he had been. Furthermore, he had been hit by Ze Luoju's Netherworld Evil Eye and his Vital Spirit was damaged with Yin Qi entering the bone. His injuries were serious, and he needed to heal and rest. It would only completely heal after 20 days or so.
If not for the fact that he had two heads and four arms, with another head to stop the disaster, he would still be greatly injured by Ze Luoju's ultimate evil skill despite the strength of his Eight Nine Mysteries, making it impossible to escape!
Since he stayed in Hahler, he was afraid that Ze Luoju's black bag contained things that could be sensed by Crying Elder. Thus he resisted the urge to check it until today.
The most obvious bounty would be Ze Luoju's devil sword. It was long and narrow, strange in shape and dark in color. When listening closely, one could hear piercing cries of pain coming from inside. However, it was struck by the Grand Sun and Sky Thunder, causing it to lose its dark malice on the surface as damage.
After looking at the devil sword for a while, Meng Qi put it back into the Space Ring, took out the black bag, and opened it.
Instantaneously, glowing rays and mysterious dark lights were emitted. If not for Meng Qi's Grand Sun Geniune Fire, which had illuminated the surroundings in a golden colour and suppressed the strange sight, the rays could have been seen from miles away.
This bag seems to be a half-completed space object... Meng Qi nodded thoughtfully when he saw that the contents of the bag exceeded his expectations.
His eyes were very sharp, and he immediately found two objects that seemed strong and strange.
One was a deep green, almost black, stone, with a human face curved onto it. It was sinister, fierce and twisted, as if it was describing the Nine Serenities. The other was a string of prayer beads made from brown wood with a total of nine pieces, of which seven had already lost their faint Buddhist shine, appearing dark and obscure. Of the other two, one shone with a pale gold glaze, while the other was dark brown exuding a little starlight.
"These are two secret treasures." Meng Qi was no longer a novice, he was well informed and had very accurate judgment.
The secret treasures of his own world were not as wonderful as those of apotheosis. They were mostly defensive and offensive items made by separation of breath. After carefully identifying them for a while, Meng Qi preliminarily decided on the abilities of the two treasures. The dark black ghostly stone was made by one of the moves in Haunter's 18 Slaps, combining the yin ghost and exotic treasures, and was used for offense. Judging from its breath, it was at least the standard of a 4-fold Heaven in the Exterior, which is more powerful than the first step of the Celestial Ladder.
"Fortunately I engaged in a sneak-attack and didn't give Ze Luoju a chance to rest. Or I would have had to run for my life after he took out this secret treasure..." Meng Qi was very satisfied with his strategy.
The beads contained the breaths of Buddhism, and it was not hard for the half-monk Meng Qi, who had mastered the Buddha's Palm, to assess it. He could basically confirm that the nine prayer beads were in fact nine secret treasures, and Ze Luoju had obtained them from a masterful Buddhist monk. Seven beads were used, and the last two were the Protective Glazing Light and Mind Connection beads, which Meng Qi had always wanted. All kinds of magical Heavenly Knowings required one to complete the first level of Celestial Ladder, otherwise Meng Qi, with his four heavenly ordeals, would have had them already. So he could only rely on the Grand Sun and Bright Stars that combined with his Body Movements to hide for the time being.
"Judging from their breaths, these two prayer beads do not exceed the power of the Third Heaven of the Exterior..." Meng Qi's smile was all across his face. He loved the beads. Ze Luoju was indeed worthy of being leader of the horse bandits, storming through Immensity Sea for so many years. Meng Qi had just received a windfall.
With two secret treasures in hand, Meng Qi had more confidence about his trip to Carefree Valley.
Apart from them, the rest were extraordinary as well. There were the shiny and golden Divine Sun Stone, Core of a Fallen Star, Vast Earth Soil, Essence of the Golden Sand, White Pure Gold, and Netherworld Iron. They were all exotic minerals and products that could be used for training, especially Divine Sun Stone and Vast Earth Soil. After inducing them with genuine Qi, Meng Qi could enact one of the steps of Vairocana Swordplay, Standing Still and Clear Jade Swordplay consummate, greatly reducing the amount of time spent.
Meng Qi calculated, and he felt that the exotic minerals and products that he had would be worth ten thousand Karma points, and could help his training speed keep up with his body's condition, which had been through four heavenly ordeals without slowed down by the reduction of Vital Qi in the Exterior.
"Indeed the leader of horse bandits who stormed Immensity Sea for all these years..." Meng Qi was touched to tears, almost praising Ze Luoju.
It was quite right to choose revenge first!
When transferring the exotic minerals and products into the Space Ring, Meng Qi gave a slight squeal as he saw two obscure things inside.
One was a token which was made from neither gold nor stone, neither wood nor silk, with ancient seal script written on it:
"Open when seen."
The other was a brass key with a familiar shape.
I seem to have seen this somewhere... Meng Qi frowned in thought, suddenly remembering something, and took out a string of brass keys from the Space Ring.
It was the key found on An Guoxie, of which Meng Qi and Gu Changqing suspected to lead to where The Lone Robber had hid his property. However, aside from the key shape, which gave a clue on an Oasis nation, there was not a single other clue. Unfortunately, Meng Qi was never free enough to look for the location.
After careful selection, Meng Qi took out one of the brass keys from the string and placed it next to the key from Ze Luoju.
The pair had gouges on the front as if they had been bitten by rats at random. By comparison, however, they were identical!
"Exactly the same. They are keys that open the same door..." Meng Qi felt that the key was a little odd.
Ze Luoju had one, and An Guoxie had one. This illustrated the extraordinary character of the door that the keys could open.
"The rest of the keys can be sold to Jiuniang or as chips for information since I don't have time to look for it anyway. They are probably considered normal jewelry, and not able to be exchanged for Karma points. But I have to keep these two keys and search for the Oasis nation that the keys represent, after Carefree Valley..." Meng Qi made his decision fast and kept his stuff.
...
Bomi, initially a vast Oasis of Immensity Sea, was home to a strong country.
But more than thousands of years ago, within one night, dark red mist appeared in the air and completely enveloped Bomi. No one could escape from it, and they all disappeared from the face of the earth. Rumors were all circulating in the West Regions then, some said that the Bomi kingdom had discovered some ancient grave and started digging secretly, but instead dug through a gap into the Nine Serenities which allowed dark evil spirits to fill the air with the Netherworld water pouring out. Others said that underneath Bomi some terrible Monster was contained, and someone accidentally broke the seal, causing its power leak out, breaking the earth...
There were all types of guesses and many Dharmakaya masters entered to explore, but none came back with success. The dark red mist within could block spiritual perception, blind the senses, and blur seer's eyes. There was also a long valley deep in the grounds beneath, with complex structures and routes haunted by ghouls and demons. Therefore, it became a place for many villains or enemies to hide, and was deemed the most dangerous area of Immensity Sea.
The red mist in front was stagnant even though strong winds were still blowing, devouring the sandstorm like a monster.
Meng Qi looked at the malicious red mist, took a deep breath, held the long sword at his waist, and stepped inside.
Coldness penetrated his body via the Nose and Mouth Aperture, but did not eliminate the hot and dry feeling, creating breathing difficulties and pore blockage instead.
His eyes were burning and could see less than twenty inches ahead. His ears twitched but all sound ceased near him. As he looked up to the sky, he could only see red mist, not the sun or a moon, neither stars nor clouds. Meng Qi had lost all sense of direction.
He inched forward slowly, waiting for a signal. The information that The Immortals had given him include the specifics of Bomi, and the contacts of certain individuals inside, so he could find Devil-slaying Sword Yang Zhenchan easier.
After about half an hour, a group wearing black armor or white robes came through the howling dark winds and swaying red mist. Their eyes were glazed and their skin withered, with many places rotted and oozing. They were all dead!
Meng Qi held his breath and did not move, only deciphering the position they came from.
"Piieeww!"
Horn-like wails blasted as the team moved on slowly, staring straight ahead, without any noise other than the horn, not even the sounds of the armor plates colliding.
"Piieeww! Piieeww! Piieeww!" The team went far into the other end of the red mist, and the chilly, eerie, uneasy feeling was gone instantly.
Meng Qi heaved a sigh of relief and turned in the direction the team of dead had come from.
Other than Dharmakaya masters, this was the only way anyone could determine directions in Bomi!
The Yin soldiers patrol from east to west!
It was rumored that these nether spirits were the original occupants of Bomi.


I care not of my past and neither of my future.
Conquering all heroes and foes while looking with disdain at the horrors of the Samsara, I yearn only for a life of thrilling wonders!
History will repeat itself after many ages as the menace of the Great Calamity rises once more.
Which will rise with triumph in the face of adversity; the Golden Form of the Great Buddha or the invincible Heavenly Taoist Form?
Which will seize all glory amidst all struggles; The Buddha's Palms or the  Seven Strokes of Heaven's Interception?
From the sanctum of the Shaolin Temple, Meng Qi's adventures and struggles through the Samsara begin as we follow his climb to claim the title of "the Unrivaled and the Invincible One"!


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