There's always a special something upon coming home and she couldn't wait to take the next trip back.

It's her Best friend's burial but she might be late because of the rain. The police said that her friend suicide so she died but her best friend's mother doesn't believe it even her.While their P.E. teacher said that they're going to play a game called Break the Wall, Jelaine is sitting and reading some books.His teacher got mad about that so she want her to play the game first.She doesn't have any choice so she played it.She break them but she knew she didn't do it.It was Xaiver West.He saw Xaiver whispered something.Cause of what happened a girl suddenly pulled her hair and they started to fight.Both of them got to go to detention.They're going to clean and prepare for the upcoming school camp.She,Katie,Kenneth,Xaiver,and Annaya are the one who's going to clean and prepare for the upcoming school camp.But something bad happened.Xaiver lost conscious after she catch Jelaine when she fall from a Monkey Bar.After that Jelaine and Xaiver became closer.Psycho Girl or Katie apologize to Jelaine when Kenneth got mad and says to her that Jelaine climbed the Monkey Bar because she misses her bff Karen...After their school camp its summer so they won't be coming back to school so Jelaine decided to visit their favorite place of her best friend.But not for long she met her best friend.She was really surprised cause she knew Karen was dead for long.She ran away from her cause she got scared.But Karen chased her.When Karen found her hiding in the top of a tree Jelaine fall off and when she opened her eyes she found herself lying in a hospital.She tried to tell her mom but they didn't listen.So she went to an old womans house where she asked for help.Folks said that the old woman is a crazy but some folks says she is a "spiritista" or knows a lot about spirits that are lost.So does this "spiritista" can help Jelaine to help her friend Karen or not?What will happen if it really worked?To find that tap the "Read Now" or "Download" to find out.

Message from the author:I know some of my gramars are wrong and also it's Filipino but I used English in my synopsis so you might understand a little bit.I'm not good at writing stories or novels cause I never learned about it.

Luke hung up after my aunt thanked him again.

"Karen wants to play with older brother Luke all- day!" Karen declared to Luke while sitting in his lap.

Luke opened his textbook again to resume his studying that was interrupted by me.

He started to show Karen all the pretty pictures in the book as she asked what each of them meant.

Time passed by quickly as Luke forced me to read another chapter in the textbook he previously held in his hands as he played with Karen.

The doorbell rang as my aunt came at the time she promised.

I went upstairs to wake up Evan who was still sleeping deeply in my bed.

"Evan," I shook him while whispering his name into his ear.

Evan groaned as he slowly started to wake up from the loud noise coming from downstairs.

"Noooo!" Karen screamed.

"We have to go home to eat dinner Karen," my aunt tried to convince Karen to go home.

Evan and I walked down the stairs to see Karen in tears as she threw a great tantrum.

"I don't want to go home! I want to spend more time with Luke!" Karen kept on shouting repeatedly.

My aunt looked like she was in a great dilemma as she sighed.

Evan obediently walked to his mother as he stood behind her as if he was used to Karen's tantrums.

"Come on Karen," My aunt with no patience left started to drag Karen out the door.

"Noooo. I won't go home right now and you can't make me," Karen didn't stop yelling.

Karen's golden eyes started to glow as she threw in the last part of her sentence.

"In fact, you can't." Karen smiled.

The air suddenly felt heavy. It was strangling my neck as if the oxygen wasn't flowing into my brain properly.

Luke seemed to feel the same pressure as he coughed in response as if he had a lack of air in his throat.

When the hard pressure of the air lifted, it was like a veil being lifted as the sticks in the clock spinned back to ten a.m. on July 8th of 3020.

My aunt disappeared as Evan lost his cheerful and stared warily of us like when we first met.

"Now Luke can play with Karen even more!" Karen brightly smiled as she pulled on Luke's arm to continue showing her the pretty pictures in the book he placed on the coffee table.

'Did Karen just use mana?' I silently asked Luke with a questioning quick glare.

Luke nodded as he momentarily showed his disapproval in his brief frown.

"When were able to turn back time Karen?" Luke asked Karen very gently as she leaned back while sitting in his lap.

Karen deliberated on whether to tell Luke or to keep this great power to herself. 

However, Karen decided that her prince would never tell mommy about this as she confided in Luke while forgetting that Evan and her cousin were in the same room.

Karen started to recall the events of yesterday when she got this mysterious power when she finally recovered from her fever.

"Karen got a very bad fever last week. But, Karen was able to get better yesterday all of the sudden like magic! And ever since then, Karen was able to use this magic!" Karen explained.

"A mutation," Luke concluded as he softly whispered for me to hear. 

"Would it be ok if Rika and I have a brief talk?" Luke asked Karen sweetly like honey dripping down.

"Only less than ten minutes, or else Karen won't forgive you," Karen pretended to be angry as she crossed her arms.

Luke and I walked into my room for a private conversation as Evan kept Karen busy for a while.

"Karen has mana?" I immediately asked Luke.

Luke nodded as he started to explain, "I think she's unconsciously releasing mana in the third district in small outbursts. That's why we feel that it's easier to use our mana here."

"Then how did she turn back time?" 

"It often happens with young children who can't control their mana properly. That's why, after it's quickly detected, we bring them to the first or second district." Luke recited like it was a passage he read from a textbook he always carried.

"Is that what happened with me?" I curiously asked indirectly if that's how I came to be partnered to Luke.

"Apparently, you were merging the districts together into one big continent as you changed the landscape and weather while changing the flow of time every minute," Luke recalled one of his earliest memories. 

"Karen probably had a bit of innate mana within her but got more prominent from a mutation caused by her fever," Luke finished explaining. 

Maybe my whole family possessed a bit of mana from my father's side. Luke's explanation did make sense to a certain extent.

Since Karen was seven, it was highly possible that she possessed a stronger vessel to contain her volatile mana.

When I learned about biology in kindergarten, I realized there was a great difference from what I knew from my past life.

Since there was mana involved, almost everything about the human body revolved around the use of mana in class.

"But from what I remember, people who usually develop mana after kindergarten usually have a low amount of mana anyways," I casually pointed out to Luke.

"But even very small amounts cause big ripples in districts that generally don't contain any mana in the air. That's why a small amount of mana that is totally uncontrolled will cause a result like this up to the fourth district."

I was captured and put onto a stake to be lit on fire as part of the ongoing witch hunt conducted throughout the land. I had to do something. But, this life really sucked. 

This all started when I was accidentally killed by God. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to kill you. It was just that I was overworked lately by my superior and I just wanted some time to relax and vent my stress out," he confessed.

"So, while I was snacking, I accidently dropped one potato chip into the human realm where the child tripped over the potato chip onto a den of steep stairs." God guilty admitted.

So I reincarnated into the most adorable girl with the largest orange-speckled eyes that contrasted her pale white skin void of any imperfections.

'How could someone look this pretty?' I thought as I admired my new appearance.

I was nowhere close to this pretty in my previous life. Did God put me into this new vessel as an apology?

But some things were too good to be true.
***
"We can do this the nice way or the hard way," My fiancé’s brother started off.
"The nice way is where you willingly come with us back to the first district and the hard way is where we forcibly take you back, which would be hard for all of us," Lucius gave me a warning.
Why was my life so depressing? He practically meant I didn’t have a choice! 
***
Few months later, I was at a party that I planned to escape from my fiancé’s family.
"I still get to continue with my naps on the weekends?" I tried to confirm with them.
No one answered as I almost cried from giving up my rare nap times from the mess I got involved with. This life was too bothersome!

"Huh..."
"..."
Karen and Evlin were sitting together during lunch time enjoying the view of the garden of the school while they waited for the next period to start.
"So... Huh..."
"..."
Evlin was starting to get a little unconfortable with Karen's presence for some reason.
"Can I... Help you or something...?"
"Help...?"
"Yeah, you... Kinda have been following me around for a while..."
"Oh... Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't meant to... I just, well... I mean..."
"I... I..."
Evlin stared at Karen as she tried her best to remember how to speak. After realizing that this girl might be more trouble than its worth, Evlin tried to quietly ditch her.
"Well... I better get back to class and continue to review our book so... Bye!"
"Ah! Wait!!"
"Y- Yes...?"
Karen was desperately trying not to mess this up. Evlin was the best chance she had right now to make a new friend. If she lost her, who knows how she would manage to approach someone else?
"I..."
"...?"
The problem was that Karen was trying so hard not to lose this chance that she was starting to sacre Evlin away.
"I... Would like to help you with your review!"
"... Really?"
"Yeah!! I would love to!!"
"... Because...?"
"Because..."
"..."
"Because I need to work on my review as well, so i thought I could take inspiration from you!"
"Huh... Are you... trying to steal my work...?"
"What!? No, no, of course not! I just thought you looked like someone who knew what you were doing and might help me find out what I'm doing wrong."
"... R- Really?"
Evlin showed she was charmed by that comment, which was all Karen needed to know to make her plan proceed smoothly.
"Of course! While everyone was busy just chatting in the class, you looked so focused and dedicated!"
"Really?"
Evlin started to blush a little bit. Karen realized she was a little weak to compliments.
"Well... If you say so... Then sure! I would love it if you would accompany me!"
"Great!"
The two proceeded to return to class and opened their books to help each other with their reviews. Karen noticed that Evlin seemed really excited about that. She must have been really happy with the early compliments.
Karen decided to push her luck and tried to see if she could improve her mood even further.
"By the way, I really liked your hair Evlin!"
"... Huh... Thanks...?"
But all she received was a confused look from the black-haired girl. Karen was confused. Her strategy was working so well before. What did she do wrong?
"I think your hair is nice too... It looks very vivid."
This time Evlin was the one who praised Karen. The girl with wild red hair was very happy to hear someone praise her most distinct visual feature. Karen would usually get bullied for having such strange hair on top of being such an awkward person, so Evlin's comment felt really refreshing.
"T- Thanks..."
"So anyway... About the review... I think I was intrigued by the way the king used some of his servants as bait to lure hie enemies into a trap and captured them to use as exchanging coin against the enemy country. What did you think about that?"
"Eh...?"
King? Servants? Country? Karen had no idea what Evlin was talking about. She said she would help her with her history review but the truth was that she hadn't even touched the first page yet.
"I... I..."
She tried to stare at the pages that Ashley was showing to try and see if she could make a quick scam so she could contribute with the conversation, but she realized she was having trouble understanding what was being said.
"I think... The author could have used easier words..."
"Easier words...?"
"Yeah... I don't understand any of these terms... And it's really hard to remember the time periods..."
"I see..."
Karen was afraid she had just lost Evlin by showing she was completely clueless with the subject. She imagined that Evlin now saw her as some idiot who was even lucky enough to not hold her book upsidedown. She was afraid of lifting her eyes from her book and seeing Evlin's expression.
"..."
"Eh...?"
However, when she finally did look at her, she was caught by surprise by Evlin's reaction. She was smiling from ear to ear as if someone had just given her a birthday present.
"Evlin...? Is there something in my face...?"
"Huh!? Oh sorry... It's just... Never mind..."
"Ok..."
She returned back to her regular expression, but there was no denying what Karen saw. She was happy. Not just happy, but extremely happy. Karen didn't know what she did but she had somehow managed to raise her points with Evlin. All she needed now was to find out how.
"Yeah, I agree... The author of the book does use quite a few difficult terms and makes it hard to understand. I had a lot of trouble when I first read it as well."
Karen just got a new clue. Evlin was excited after hearing about her issues with reading the history book. All she needed now was to consider the possible reasons as to why.
She was trying her best to act as one of the characters from a detective show she liked, a small re-imaging of the famous character Sherlock Holmes if he was in space and if he was a girl called "Sharla away from home!".
She had her facts, it was time to consider the possibilities.
Number 1, Evlin was happy because she was able to read the book and make a proper review while Karen could not. In other words, she was trying to brag.
Karen didn't want to believe in that. Evlin didn't look like the kind of girl that liked to show off. t
At least based on the very little Karen knew about her so it wasn't a completely impossible possibility.
Number 2, Evlin was actually having a hard time reading that book just like Karen, so that smile was her showing sympathy for a fellow bad reader.
That also didn't seem like the case. Not only was she able to make a proper review of the text, she was smiling waaay too much just for finding someone who was as bad as her.
Number 3,...
Karen was out of ideas already. Mr. George was right, she really was bad at understanding people. She simply had no idea what was passing through that girl's head.
She decided to simply risk it all and ask her directly.
"Hey, Evlin...?"
"Huh...? Yes?"
"What was that smile from a while ago...?"
"Huh!!?? Smile?? W- What smile??"
"..."
"Huh... The thing is..."
"..."
"I want to be a teacher when I grow up... So when I saw that you were having trouble with the text while I was not... I thought..."
"...?"
"That maybe I could practice with you...?"
"... Oh! You want to use me to find out if you could be a good teacher?"
"... Yes...? Is that weird...?"
"But... When I came earlier and asked for help you were acting a little cold towards me..."
"That's because I thought you just wanted to copy my homework..."
"...Oh..."
"But you still kept following me the whole day! So you must really need some help! And you must really trust me, right?"
"Huh..."
This time it was Karen's turn to be afraid. It seemed like she would have an easier time with Evlin than she imagined. All she had to do was act as her test-subject to practice her teaching methods, no big deal.
"Sure...?"
"Ah!!!"
That said, Evlin was looking at Karen with the biggest eyes she had ever seen. It didn't look like she wanted to take Karen as a student, it looked like she wanted to eat her head.
However, Karen didn't have many other options and simply surrendered to the goodwill of this small wide-eyes creature.
After that, she spent the rest of the day stuck with Evlin while she lectured her about all the topics of the history book that she was pretending to have read. Karen would often try to shake her head up and down as if signaling "Yes, yes, I understand!" all for the sake of making her happy and trying to end her lesson faster. She already had to deal with a bunch of real teachers on a daily basis, she didn't need to deal with a fake one as well.
"I guess we can stop here for now!"
"... Sure..."
Karen was honestly relieved to be free from Evlin and wanted to thank the heavens right now, but she managed to keep it to herself. She couldn't wait to get home, talk about the success of her mission to her parents, and return to her life with Nate.
"Same time tomorrow then?"
"Eh...?"
"Tomorrow! We will reunite again right?"
"Eh...?? But... We just reviewed the lesson!"
"What are you talking about? That was just chapter one..."
That was chapter one? That girl spent this whole time talking about a single chapter?
"H- How many chapters are there again?"
"Five chapters! Inst that great? This way we can go into great detail about every single one every day!"
"Eh...??"
"Ah!! I better get home soon to revise my notes to prepare your lesson for tomorrow!!"
"Ah... Wait..."
"See you tomorrow Karen!!"
Evlin proceeded to storm out of the room with her bag still open and running with a smile on her face.
Karen fell on her chair after realizing she would have to endure that girl for the rest of the week. She started to wonder if she would be able to endure that experience four more times in a row and was almost about to quit and find another target.
"Ughhhhhh..."
She then suddenly heard a voice coming from the door.
"Oh! I almost forgot!"
"Huh...?"
Karen turned her face and saw Evlin at the door.
"I had a lot of fun today Karen!! Thanks a lot!!"
"..."
She then waved her hand and left again. Karen started to wonder if she even had the guts to disappoint Evlin after seeing such an innocent and honest smile.
"... Eh... How hard can it be...?"

Karen finally managed to find a solution to the problem that has been bothering her for the last couple of years. She had everything set up and ready to go, but when the time finally came to go forth with it, fate decided to conspire against her.

I finished my doctoral degree when I was 26 and took a job at medium sized university in the midwest.

In my first semester, I was given three sections of an introductory level course to teach, each with about 100 students.

About one third of the way through the semester, one of the students came to my office and introduced herself. Her name was Karen, and she was a faculty wife, and was also very pregnant. She explained that she was having problems with the class and did I have suggestions to help her.
I told her that I had a committee meeting this afternoon, and would be free after that. I asked where she lived, and it was not far from my apartment. I asked her if she would be comfortable coming to my apartment or would she prefer to drive back to the university and meet in my office.

She said "your place is fine with me, and it is a lot closer than coming back to campus."

We agreed upon a time for her to arrive, and she left my office.

After the meeting I went home and tried to straighten up a little, then I heard the doorbell. It was Karen.

"Come in Karen, please have a seat on the sofa. I will be with you shortly."

When I returned from the kitchen with soft drinks for us I sat on the sofa beside Karen and asked "do you have any thoughts as to why you are not doing well in this course?"

She said, "no, I study the text and notes, but some of the concepts just don't fall into place for me. Bryan says I need to concentrate more, but I think I am concentrating."

"Well, how much time to you have today? We can try some things to see if we can help."

"Harold has a night class tonight, so I do not have to cook or be home early" she said.

"Great," I said as I opened the textbook, moving closer to her so that we could share the book. "Now, read this paragraph and tell me what you think it being discussed, " I told her.

We continued this for about an hour, then Karen said "I must go to the bathroom, and the baby is not making it more comfortable for me. My back is killing me."

She came back shortly and sat down on the sofa while I went to the kitchen to make some sandwiches. As I entered the living room, Karen was lying on the sofa, face down.

"Are you o. k.," I asked? "Yes, my back hurts though."

"Karen, don't take this the wrong way, but I will be glad to massage your back if you wish."

She smiled and said "Dr. Giordano, that would be great." Then I told her to call me Dick as long as we were not in the classroom. "O.k., Dick" she said.

I sat down on the floor in front of Karen and began to massage her back. I moved my hands up and down from her hips to midway up her back and she told me that felt so good. Then she asked if I would rub her legs as they hurt too. I told her to turn over, and I began to rub her feet then her ankles and up her legs to her knees. I saw that she was closing her eyes, and I moved my hands above the knees, about half way up her thigh. Since she did not object, I moved closer to her snatch, when she said "No, no, not that." I lowered my hands to nearer her knees, then I began to kiss her feet.

She giggled "that tickles."

"Want me to stop?" I said.

"No, it feels good." She went on to explain that since she had begun to show her pregnancy more that Harold was hesitant to hold me. I said I had heard that some men have a phobia about being intimate with the pregnant wives, especially in the latter stages of the pregnancies.


"God, Harold is one of them. Sometimes I almost want to scream to him to just hold me."

I began to kiss her knees, then began to slowly move up her legs. "Don't, don't, I have never been kissed on my thighs." I noticed though that she did little to stop me as I moved her smock higher on her waist. As I flicked my tongue on her inner thighs, she began to softly moan that we should stop. Then I moved my face so that I could bury my lips in her cunt.

"Dick, what are you doing. Stop it. I must go home." As she finished the sentence my tongue darted under her panties and licked one of her pussy lips. She began to moan as I moved the panties aside to gain access to her clit.

She asked me to stop again and said that Harold had been the only man she had ever been with, and that he had never done this to her.

I asked her if it felt good, and she replied that it did. I continued to probe my tongue into her cunt, finding her clit. This really set her off and I pulled her panties down so I could reach her pussy freely. Her pregnant cunt tasted so good, and I was excited that I was the first man to eat her. Her juices were now flowing freely and I licked them up eagerly.

Then I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom and gently placed her on the bed and removed all of her clothes and mine. I crawled beside her in a 69 position and once agin began to lick and suck on her clit.

She then took hold of my cock and began to move her hand up and down my shaft, now moistened with pre cum.

Now I crawled on top of her, placing my cock near her lips. She said she had never done this before. I told her to just open her mouth and lick my cock with her tongue. As I began to work on her clit again, be got into it and began to bob her head up and down on my six-inch rod. I could tell she was about to cum, and so was I. She came first, then I squirted a load into her mouth. She swallowed and continued to lick until my cock's sensitivity made me withdraw it from her mouth.

I moved beside her and we began to kiss and cuddle. She was sobbing softly, though, that she never thought she would be an unfaithful wife. I tried to console her but she continued to cry.

My cock once again began to stiffen, and Karen's nipples were hardening again. I climbed on top of her and placed my cock at the mouth of her cunt. She began to push me away, and we got into a wrestling match in which I was trying to get my cock into her cunt. She was telling me no when my cock got into position to enter her. She tried once again to get me out, then I rolled over, pulling her onto me.

"Karen, my cock is in you, but you have to decide if we are going to fuck. Harold need never know, and you will earn an A in this class."

"Dick, you know that you are raping me" then she pushed her swollen body onto my cock and she began to fuck with wild abandon. I thought the bed was going to break with the force of her plunging onto my cock. Karen was panting and begging me to not come yet. She gasped that Harold usually lasted only a few seconds and that this was the first time she had really been fucked and enjoyed it. After a couple of minutes Karen began to orgasm again, and I could feel my semen flowing through my cock on its way into her belly. We both came within the minute, and Karen collapsed on me.

"I never could understand why my girlfriends enjoyed sex so much, that is, until now. Dick, I feel bad that I betrayed Harold, but I must admit that fucking you was the best thing I have done in the past two years."

She then got off the bed, went to the shower, dressed and went home.

As I showed her to the door, I told her we have another quiz next week and would be willing to help her out. She told me was looking forward to our next tutoring session.

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"Master!" the slave tugged on his sleeve. "Master, that's her!"
De Sade was on the verge of beating the wretch to the ground for having the gall to touch him. Then he realized what the man was saying and forgot all about punishment. He looked where the slave pointed.
Through the milling crowd, he saw a cloaked female slipping between human and demon bodies toward the gates of the city. A suspiciously large pack was strapped to her back. The hood of her cloak had fallen back. Snow-white hair spilled down around either side of a gorgeous lavender face and bright, golden eyes.
"Watch him!" De Sade order the two guards and darted away, ignoring their protests. He rushed through the crowd, desperate to get a better look. He circled around into an intercept path…
"Oh, please excuse me!" he offered as he "accidentally" bumped into Beauty.
She just glared at him and pushed past.
For a moment, de Sade stood in silent astonishment and watched her walk away. Whoever this Succubus was, she was very young. He could see that by the small horns on her head and the lack of either tail or wings. Why then, had he felt such essence and vitality when they touched? It surpassed even that of Baroness Graveek!
Who is that creature? He thought, and immediately after, Who is this human male she has claimed?
Rushing back to his men, de Sade pointed at Boris and then at Beauty's back. "Follow that demon. If she leaves the city, do not follow but note carefully what direction. I will find you at the gates."
Boris nodded and pushed off into the crowd.
"Follow me," he ordered Jimmy. "And bring the slave."
His destination was a house in mid-town, a nebulous area where most of the business of the city was conducted. Here the wealthy could buy and the poor could be bought through brokers in various areas of specialty. The broker de Sade sought was located in a corner shop. The sign over his shop showed a shadowy figure standing over a body. The sign read "Hunters for Hire. We let no one escape."
He stepped inside as a small bell rang over the door. A servant, collared and branded, started out of a light doze where he lay on a thick book on the counter. The young man sat up straight and blinked at de Sade. "Welcome to Hunters for Hire. Who can we hunt down for you today?"
"Baroness Graveek requires your best hunter, and she needs him now."
The servant blinked at him.
"Now, boy, now!" de Sade bellowed.
The young man jumped up and ran from the room. A few, long minutes later, a blue-skinned Incubus stepped in from the back room. His forest green eyes glowed malevolently at de Sade. A mohawk of black hair rose like a crest from his otherwise bald head. "Why are you barking at my servant, little human?"
De Sade offered a friendly smile. "Apologies, but my Master's need is urgent. I… she requires the services of your best hunter… immediately."
The demon glared at him. De Sade made a supreme effort not to squirm with impatience or to dwell on the fact that every moment wasted allowed the beautiful Succubus to get even farther away. He was acutely aware that, despite being marked on his left cheek with the harem brand of his mistress, disrespect to a demon of Master rank would only complicate and hinder his task.
He smiled his best smile. "Please, Master."
The demon finally nodded and picked up a tiny bell. It tinkled when he shook it. The young servant appeared immediately.
"Summon Karl Denke."
"Pardon, Master." De Sade said carefully. "I am unfamiliar with the name. He sounds like a human. Is this your best available?"
The Incubus just smiled, flipped to a specific page in the thick book, and turned it around for de Sade to read.
Karl Denke. Prussian serial killer who preyed on travelers and the homeless from 1903 to 1924. Thirty confirmed kills. Cannibal and seasoned outdoor hunter. Hell Hound trainer.
"My best," the demon leered. "As long as he gets to eat."
"Well then," the Marquis replied. "Would tender, young Succubus flesh suffice?"
 
 
*****
 
Time passed slowly for Logan. As welcome and valued as Karen's company was, he worried about Beauty nearly every waking moment. One day became two, and then nearly a week with no sign of the Succubus. More than once he considered going out to look for her but, among all the ravines and broken landscape, he knew the chances of running into her were slim to none. There was nothing to do except wait and hope all was well.
On day five since her departure, a sudden noise from the outside entrance sent Logan bolting to his feet in a state of high alert. He looked up at where the sound had originated, sword and dagger in his hands. A moment later, Beauty stumbled into the light, hand clutched around her left arm.
"Hunters," she growled and dropped to her knees, a large backpack falling from her shoulders to the cavern floor.
He rushed to her side with Karen only a few steps behind. A quick exam revealed the wound to be shallow. Only a graze but her flesh was not cut clean as if it would be from a blade or arrow. The wound was a blunt tear.
He knew that kind of wound. Shock and disbelief trickled down his spine like cold water. It looked like a bullet wound.
"Beauty, look at me." Her beautiful, golden eyes turned up toward him. "Listen to me, Beauty. When you were wounded… just before it happened, did you hear a loud, sharp sound?"
The Succubus nodded, confirming his worst fears. Guns. Logan stared at the sword in his hand and knew despair. Jesus H. Christ, the enemy has guns!
"How many hunters, Beauty?" he asked. "How far way?"
"Four humans and a Hell Hound," she reported in an exhausted voice. "A day behind."
"Let's get her comfortable on the moss," he told Karen as he lifted Beauty in his arms.
Karen ran ahead to roll up a hide as a pillow and grab the partially completed blanket. Logan carried his lover over and gently lowered her to the moss. Karen tucked her in.
"Logan, what are we going to do?" she asked with a tremor in her voice.
Logan smiled with confidence he didn't feel. "It's going to be fine, Karen. Your job right now is to look after Beauty. Nothing else. Leave the rest to me, ok?"
"Yes." Karen took a deep, shaky breath. "Yes, I can do that."
"Good girl." He smiled and kissed her forehead.
That should distract her from panicking for a while. The last thing he needed at this moment was a civilian with idle hands and an active imagination. Fear was contagious and potentially fatal. The best cure was something else to focus on.
With Beauty slipping in and out of consciousness, it was on Logan to keep his women safe from the attack he knew was coming. Any hunter worth the name would be able to follow Beauty's wounded retreat, right to their shelter. That they had a hound to follow her scent made it a certainty. The enemy was closing in, they had guns, and time was not on his side.
What to do? A quick inventory of his available resources was not encouraging. Assorted Bones, bone needles, furs, gut chord, three knives, a short sword, and a bag of spearmint smelling moonshine was not much to mount a defense with.
A quick search of the heavy backpack Beauty had returned with produced the supplies they had agreed to purchase in the city. He added to his mental inventory as he pulled out ten metal sewing needles, three spools of twine, a large bag of salt, a whetstone, a small sack of flour, a fire starter kit, a pot, a small frying pan, five boxes of matches, cloth for bandages, two blankets, fifty feet of rope and…
At the bottom of the backpack were items not on their buying list. Carefully folded and tucked away was a man's shirt and pants in his size as well as pants, shirts, and shoes for a smallish sized woman. Just about the right for a woman like Karen.
Logan shook his head and smiled. Despite the considerable weight of all those supplies and the immense distance she had to travel to bring them back, Beauty had still opted to go above and beyond. With no consideration of her own burden, she had thought of Logan and Karen.
"They are not going to win, Beauty," Logan quietly promised his demon lover. "I won't let them."
Alone and facing a superior enemy, Logan struggled to come with a way to keep that promise. If he failed, death would be the best result any of them could hope for.
Karen rose from Beauty's side to approach. "She needs you."
Logan moved to Beauty's side and took her hand between his.
She smiled up at him. "Beauty will be fine. Just tired. Pack heavy!"
"I believe it!" he chuckled. "Thank you for the clothes."
"Welcome, but Logan… Beauty is hungry."
"Uh, now?"
She squeezed his hand with surprising strength. Her golden eyes flared. "Many days. Much travel. Beauty starving! Need feed to heal. Need heal to fight!"
As if to emphasize her point, the demon pulled the fur blanket back to reveal her body. Karen had helped her remove the leather armor. Beauty lay before him in all her glory. His breath caught in his throat. So many days had passed since he had last seen those full, magnificent breasts, that tapered waist, and those strong, sexy legs. She was still the most astonishing example of female perfection he had ever laid eyes on.
Still, even with such a glorious feast at hand, Logan couldn't imagine worse timing for sex. With danger moving ever closer with every passing moment, "fun time" was the last thing on his mind! There was so much to be done. Defenses to create. Enemies to kill…
Stop, he told himself.
Logan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, taking note of the turbulent wash of fear, worry, anger, and even lust, that was beating at his mind. He acknowledged that he was feeling these things and, one-by-one, wrestled them down and locked them away by sheer force of will.
Every seasoned soldier understood that emotion was the enemy of strategy. Fear was only a short step from panic. Worry was a distraction.
Fuck that. I am god-damned Green Beret. We don't give in to panic. We engineer it.
Logan opened his eyes and looked at the two lovely women in his new, strange life. He smiled at them as two undeniable truths suddenly sprang to mind. One of the mind and one of the heart.
The tactician in him acknowledged that he could not do this alone. Against guns, that would be suicide. He needed Beauty at his side and the assistance of both women to prepare defenses for the inevitable assault. Strange as it seemed, his demon lover was essentially asking for sexual first aid. Certainly not an unreasonable ask, by Hell standards.
The second realization was accepting an uncomfortable truth. He looked at the two magnificent women who had become such a vital part of his existence and knew that the odds of everyone surviving this fight were stacked against them. Guns versus one sword, a couple of knives, and whatever else Logan could scrounge together was a long shot, at best.
If he was being honest with himself, by this time tomorrow, Logan knew he might be dead. Which meant that this moment, right here and right now, might be the last chance he will ever have to hold these two magnificent women is his arms again. One last, glorious time.
Logan leaned down, gently cradled Beauty's lavender cheek in his hand, and looked into her golden eyes. There were things he wanted to say, needed to say, that just seemed to pile up behind his teeth. He didn't have the words to adequately express all she meant to him. Given the way she looked back at him, perhaps he didn't need to. He could see it all reflected back at him.
"I have missed you, Beauty," he smiled at her.
She smiled back. "Then why you not kiss me yet?"
"Well, I…"
The demon grabbed him by the hair and pulled him down into a hungry kiss. The soft brush of her lips and tongue on his, the taste of her in his mouth, the soft moan of desire in her throat; it set Logan on fire. After so many days without her in his life, holding her in his arms once again made everything right in his world.
When they broke apart to catch their breath, Beauty smiled up at where Karen sat on her knees watching. The Succubus crooked a finger at her. "Come down here, pretty Karen."
Logan grinned. "Oh, yes. Don't think we've forgotten about you. Get over here!"
Karen squealed laughter as Logan snatched her around the waist and gently pulled her down to lay beside Beauty. Two sets of beautiful eyes, one dark and one golden, looked up at him. Logan watched them turn to each other and kiss in a slow dance of erotic play and mounting passion.
"Beauty is right. We have not welcomed her home properly yet, Karen. What say we do something about that right now?"
Karen looked up at him through her lashes, even as her hand began gently drifting down beauty's naked curves. She nodded, eyes bright with wicked enthusiasm. "Oh yes, I could not agree more!" She turned back to begin kissing at Beauty's neck and shoulders as Logan leaned down to do the same on her other side. "A proper welcome home," Karen murmured against the demon's warm, lavender skin.
Somewhere out there in the waste, a threat loomed on the horizon. Every minute that passed brought the danger ever closer. Tomorrow, there would be pain, and there would be blood. Yet for tonight, for that one, golden moment, it was enough that Beauty was home and they were together again.

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During lunch, the ladies came up to Alex and began to stuff him with the food they brought from home. By the time lunch was over, Alex was overwhelmed by the gesture both in his heart and his stomach. His stomach swelled and bulged enough to almost tear apart his shirt.
After lunch, when all the ladies and Alex came back, they were immediately called by Karen in the meeting room.
In the meeting room, Karen was sitting in the middle while all the others were either on her right or on her left.
Alex and Amber being the newbies, were sitting at the far end opposite to each other.
"You must know why we are having a meeting now. Many of you know our company acquired another company a month ago". Karen said as she addressed all of them.
All of them nodded except for Amber and Alex.
Amber raised her hand to ask about it, but Karen who saw it ignored her, and said, "As for those who are new, let me tell you about it".
Listening to Karen, Amber brought her hand down. Karen continued, "Last month 'Theation' acquired a book publishing company".
Listening to this, there were complicated expressions on the faces of all those who were present there. Even though they knew about it, they thought it was completely unrelated to their own venture. They all began to gossip with each other.
"I know what you all feel, but it's not our job to question the decisions made by our superiors on what they should or should not do. Our job here is to do our best in promoting what we are asked to. Now we are asked to promote this new company. We all are here to discuss this matter and map out a strategy for promotion". Karen said as she was well aware of what all of them were thinking.
All the ladies nodded their head in understanding. Alex was amazed as to how focused his chief was that she would never partake in any gossip around the office. The respect he had for her increased by a notch.
The ladies began to discuss among themselves and give suggestions to the chief.
"Boss, why don't we ask one of the celebrities from the ongoing shootings to promote the company on their social media? Instead of making them the brand ambassador of the company, we can enter into a pay per post kind of agreement with them" Elaine said. She was the social media manager, so it was easy for her to keep an eye on that.
"That's a good idea, make a list of all the celebrities which fit our requirements in fees, popularity and their image," Karen said as she liked the idea, but she reminded, " Keep this in mind, the image of the celebrity is the deciding factor here.
"Yes, boss" Ellaine said as she wrote down the details in her pad.
"Boss, how about shooting an advertisement?" Amber said as she raised her hand.
"I don't think it is the right time". before Karen could say anything, Hazel pinched in.
"Why?" Amber asked confused.
"When companies start, they don't just outright jump into the market with advertisements. They need to make a small local market for themselves first". Hazel explained to Amber.
"Ohh..." Amber nodded in agreement.
After that, all the ladies present, again involved themselves in a discussion.
The discussion kept on going for some time.
Karen looked at Alex who was sitting silently, at the very end of the table, not taking part in the discussion, "Alex, are you not feeling comfortable?".
Hearing Karen, the chattering in the meeting room stopped, and the focus of all the ladies in the room shifted towards Alex.
"No, I am feeling fine". Alex said as he straightened himself.
"Then, don't you have any suggestions for us?" Karen asked, placing her palms on her chin as she supported herself with her arms on the chair. She looked curiously towards Alex.
"I have, in fact, I have two suggestions, but I don't know if you will like them". Alex said while scratching the back of his head, embarrassed.
"Owww... Alex, why are you being so shy? Just tell us even if nobody likes them, you will get to know what and where you are lacking". Elaine said as she encouraged him.
"Yeah, and it's even possible that we might end up using them with some or no changes". Jennifer said, mentioning him the possibilities.
"You listened to them, go on". Karen said as she gestured him to go on.
"Well, I don't know why the upper echelon of this company is so adamant on going with this publishing company. We need to keep in mind that everything is available online, not many people might end up buying our books" Alex said as he told everyone to not have their hopes high.
All of them nodded while Karen knitted her eyebrows. This problem, she was well aware of already.
"Well, first of all, we all know shooting is always going on here. One movie or TV series after the other, right?" Alex said.
All of them nodded, on hearing Alex.
"Now Ellaine here, suggested that we ask for a celebrity to endorse the company, right?" Alex asked.
"In a sense, yeah," Ellaine said.
"Now, on the same idea, we can have a different method of promotion. The projects here are of different genres too, so why don't we use a bookstore or cafe scenes to promote the books of our publications? Seeing the leads of the movie or series, reading a book people might get curious and end up searching about them or even buy them" Alex said, and by the end, he was very excited about his idea.
All of them looked amazed at his suggestion, this was such a basic and a very good idea to promote their books. It won't even cost them a bit.
"Why didn't I think about it? We don't need any resources for this. We can just go to any set and hand them over a book". Hazel said as she lamented over her foolishness.
"But it may not necessarily increase the sell of our hard copies. People might just download pdf from the internet". Alex soon poured water on their excitement.
"So what do you suggest we can do to increase that?" Karen asked. She was beginning to get interested in Alex's ideas. He might end up helping the boss a lot.
"Chief let me ask you something if for about two or three hours you have no access to the internet, nor do you have anything else all you can do is sleep, if I were to give you a book will you read it?" Alex asked with a smile.
"Well, I have to, if I can't do anything else". Karen said.
"This can be our way to sell our books".
"What are you saying tell us properly". Karen asked.
"The second suggestion is...".

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This is the story of Alex Rutherford.

He was known by many names among his peers, 'Yama'[The God of Death] or 'Asura'[The Devil himself]. 
NO one dared to approach him. He was the god of killing, without any emotions.

Every life he took, was just another assignment for him...
Every life he took, was just one more number added to the count... 
Every life he took, was to reach a certain someone...

"Please spare me, I will give you as much money as you want". A middle-aged man pleaded.

"Sorry but you have already paid me. By becoming my target" The young man said while fidgeting the dagger in his hand.

Splash... The dagger in the young man's hand, slit his target's neck. 

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But what will happen, if he suddenly lost his memory?

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Now he is adopted by a couple. He has a job, friends and a peaceful life. He does not remember anything about his past life.

"Alex, what are you doing at home on Sunday morning?" a woman asked Alex.

"What happened, mom?" Alex said while playing on his PS 5.

"Get out of the house and find yourself a girlfriend".

"Why?" Alex asked lazily.

"If I don't see you bring a girl to introduce to us within a week, I will...will... I will throw that stupid game of yours" the woman said pointing towards the gaming console in front of her.

"Mom, where are my clothes?" Alex asked ready to go find a girl.

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Will he able to continue living like this?

Will he remember his past? If so will he return to his old ways or will he use his skills to help the people?

What will happen when his past comes haunting him?

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Nathan was running away and invisible, leaving Haven Town.

He had no plans to fight Red Dust at the moment. 

In his mind, they will always be here and he can return any moment. And if they decide to move to another place, not only will the preparation take time, the journey will be long and dangerous as well -- such is the weakness of having a large camp.

Given that he has no idea where the Divine Towers are, his goal right now was to go to Cram city and hunt for S2s before they will be killed and their AGI-based items taken by other people.

Because of that, he also didn't bother digging up the bag he buried in the mountains when he first arrived here. 

To him, it would only be a waste of time. He can always loot or steal from others anyway.

As for his cousin Amir...

'Amir, I'm so sorry. Things happened and I reacted. I promise to avenge you no matter what... I hope you will forgive me...'

Once he's done powering up, he would definitely return here and hunt down Red Dust.

'Rose, whether you kill Amir or not, I will still hunt every last member down, even if it means killing everyone here in Womania or chasing you all to the end of the world. And as for your family, you can definitely expect that I will torture and kill them in front of you!'

He thought about Derek. 

'White knights that don't know how to mind their own business should be killed!'

He thought about Ashleigh.

'Just thinking about the fact that I helped her before and now she's against me just because she's with Red Dust makes me sick! I want to see how you will beg once I kill your precious companions in front of you!'

Nathan spat on the ground.

'No matter… Thinking about what I experienced with human relationships in the past, I should've expected this.'

Nathan began to recall his past…

***

3 years ago.

Nathan, 21 years old.

Latif City, Muwin.

4:30 pm.

Nathan graduated from college just a few months ago and was working online.

After he finished his internship at The Falsus Network, he decided that he didn't want to deal with any of that office politics so he decided to work online. 

This way, although there are scammers and the job isn't exactly stable, it was a small price to pay compared to having to deal with office politics.

He was working on an article when his phone rang.

Ring…

Ring…

He picked up his phone. 

Ring…

It was Vincent calling.

He answered it.

"What's up?"

"Yo! Are you busy right now? It's an emergency."

Nathan frowned. 

He thought about the last time Vincent called him like this. 

He had to go to a neighborhood that's filled with Southern Muwinians and give him clothes.

Although Latif city was located between the North and South region of Muwin, the tension between the two groups was high and they normally don't get along due to religious beliefs and whatever bullshit reasons. 

As for how Vincent got to the neighborhood, he was drunk the night before and went home with a South Muwinian woman to her house whom he thought wasn't married.

That morning, the woman's husband arrived so Derek had to escape through the window with only his boxers and phone. Unfortunately, he left his wallet.

"I'm working right now. Whatever it is, give me 30 minutes and I'll call you back." 

"Wa-wait! It's really important. I need to talk to you."

Nathan massaged his forehead.

"What is it?"

"Let's meet. I have something to tell you. It's very important."

"Look, man, if you're not going to tell me on the phone, I'm going to end this call right now. I'm really busy so just tell me. You know me, I won't judge."

"I'm serious. It's really important. It's not something that should be said on the phone. Come on, man. Let's meet."

'Maybe this really is an emergency.' Nathan thought and said, "Are you in jail? Or have you been kidnapped?"

"What? No, it's nothing like that. It's –"

"So just tell me on the phone or you can just drop by later."

"I can't. We should meet outside. It's really an important matter."

Nathan let out a sigh.

"Look, I have to submit this article I'm working on in 30 minutes. Not everyone is like you who doesn't need to work. Karen and I have bills to pay for this apartment and everything."

"Nathan, I'm being serious here. I seriously need to talk to you."

"I'm also being serious. So just tell me."

"Okay, the reason I want to meet you is because –" 

Ding!

There was a notification from the Message App of his laptop.

It was from his employer.

[How's the article?]

"Wait… Hold on for a moment. My boss just sent me a message."

He replied to his employer.

[It's almost done, sir. I'm currently checking for some spelling errors, the grammar and the links of the sources just to be sure. I'll send it in 20 minutes.]

[No worries. Just take your time.]

[Thank you, sir.]

"Yo, Vincent. I'm sorry but I'm really busy. My boss is already asking about the article. Look, don't worry, wherever you are, I'll go to the place and give you clothes once I'm done working. But I will have to rush back home because I have to cook dinner before Karen comes home from work. You should join us because I'm cooking her favorite dish. Lately, she doesn't have any appetite. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

"Nathan, I'm calling you because I have something to tell you about Karen, about why she doesn't have any appetite."

Nathan frowned.

"What…?"

"Just go to the restaurant where we celebrated your birthday last time." 

***

A couple of minutes later…

Nathan and Vincent were at the restaurant they decided to meet.

They were currently sitting on a table, facing each other.

"So what do you have to tell me about Karen?"

Vincent took a deep breath before looking at Nathan.

"Do you remember the first day of your internship last year?"

"You mean at The Falsus Network?"

"Yeah, that place."

"Okay."

"That day I sent you a text about a party I was throwing at the weekend which you didn't attend, while Karen did because you were busy..."

"Yeah, Karen told me that you proposed to Nikki at that time but she rejected you."

"Then you must know how devastated I was at that time be. Nikki not only declined my proposal but she also broke up with me and I ended up making a scene, causing some of the guests to leave."

"Yeah. Vincent, where is this going? Get to the point."

"Hold on. I want to tell you the whole story. This is very important…" 

Vincent rubbed his hands nervously and his face was sweating despite the restaurant's air conditioner was turned on.

Nathan looked at Vincent and frowned.

"When Nikki and the other guests left, I started drinking like crazy and Karen was there consoling me the whole time…"

Vincent took another deep breath.

Nathan was beginning to become suspicious and thought, 'Don't tell me this is going to be like one of those dramas that Karen loves and forces me to watch…'

"I know this is a shitty excuse, but I was just so heartbroken and vulnerable at that time that I ended up forcefully kissing Karen."

Nathan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. 

Karen never told him about this. However, thinking about the circumstance, he calmed himself down and smiled.

"So you guys kissed. You were in a bad place and drunk. I understand that. It's no big deal. We're all adults here and we sometimes make stupid decisions, right?"
 
Vincent stared at Nathan. His eyes were painted with extreme guilt that he could barely look at Nathan straight in the eye.

"There's more..."

"What did you just say?"

"Two months later, she texted me. She wanted me to accompany her to this bar and have a drink because you were busy and then --"

"Vincent… Stop." Nathan was no longer smiling and his voice now cold.

"I'm sorry, man. But I have to tell you. The guilt is killing me. So we went to this bar, we got drunk and the next thing we knew we were kissing and then–"

Nathan got up on his seat, grabbed Vincent by the collar and punched him the face.

Bam!

Vincent's nose was broken and bleeding.

"I deserved that…" Vincent said as he picked up some tissues and wiped off the blood coming out of his nose.

Everyone inside the restaurant stopped and looked at Nathan and Vincent.

Nathan returned to his seat and didn't look at Vincent. 

He closed his eyes, he pursed his lips, and took deep, long breaths...

His heart was racing...

His chest felt like it was being viciously ripped apart... 

He was clenching and unclenching his fists...

His right leg was fidgeting...

He was trying so hard to suppress the powerful and dark emotions stirring inside of him.

A waiter approached them.

"Sir, we need you to leave. You're making the customers uncomfortable."

"FUCK YOU AND MIND YOUR OWN FUCKING BUSINESS!" Nathan pointed at the waiter.

"Sir, we need you to leave or we're going to call the cops."

Nathan slammed his fist against the table.

Bam!

"DID YOU FUCKING HEAR WHAT I JUST SAID?! FUCK OFF!!!"

Vincent got up and said, "Please excuse us and let us talk a bit longer."

"I'm very sorry, sir. But we need you both to leave," said the waiter.

Nathan, who was still trying so hard to suppress his emotions, got up from his seat and stormed out of the restaurant.

He was seeing red and he couldn't believe what Vincent told him -- or perhaps he refused to believe it.

In the first and second year of his relationship with Karen, he and Karen used to argue about her feelings for Vincent. Fortunately, they were able to eventually overcome it… or so he thought.

Vincent followed Nathan outside.

He saw Nathan walking down the street.

"Nathan, wait! There are still more things I want to tell you."

"FUCK YOU BOTH! I'M NOT A FUCKING MASOCHIST! I DON'T WANT TO FUCKING HEAR ANYMORE OF IT!"

"Nathan, Karen was pregnant and she aborted it."

Nathan stopped walking but he didn't turn around. 

Karen doesn't take pills because she was allergic to it. Instead, Nathan uses condoms. But when it was her safe day, they do it raw.

He clenched his fists once again. But this time, his nails sunk into his flesh.

"She said it was my child… But I don't know…"

Nathan turned around, walked up to Vincent, grab him by the collar and pinned up against the wall.

"WHY ARE YOU TELLING ME THIS?!" Nathan growled.

"I… I honestly don't know. I honestly don't know…" Vincent started crying.

Nathan immediately let go of him and stepped away.

Vincent sat on the pavement, he held his head down and grabbed his hair.

"I don't know, man. It's… It's everything yet at the same time confusing. I've been feeling so guilty for months that I could hardly sleep and eat - I mean, we're childhood friends so I never wanted to betray you but I'm also angry that she aborted the baby yet I also love her and want to be with her..."

Vincent crawled his way to Nathan. 

He knelt in front of Nathan and grabbed onto his legs.

"I really didn't mean to betray you like this. I honestly didn't. Things just happened. Please forgive me. Hit me or anything. Do whatever you want. Please! PLEASE!!!"

Nathan looked at Vincent in disgust. 

"Childhood friend? Didn't want to betray me? What a load of bullshit… Hearing your apology, you only confessed because she had an abortion and it could be your baby. If that didn't happen, would you two even tell me that you've been sleeping together behind my back?"

Vincent was tongue-tied, "I - I…"

"You're dead to me. Don't ever show your face to me again."

He kicked his leg away and left Vincent.

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"I am a Chosen One! I refuse to bow down to society! Society must bow down to me!" 


Nathan is your average 24-year old man. Just like everyone else, he experienced both pain and happiness in his life which shaped him into the man who he is. 


One day, God unleashed a zombie apocalypse and gave humanity the System that allows them to level-up, forever changing the world. And among the humans, there are beings called Chosen Ones who are slightly better off than the average humans. 


Follow the journey of a man who slowly descends into madness as he survives in a zombie apocalypse and rises to power. 


Author's note: I took some ideas from the novel [God and Devil World].

"Adam!"
"What!?"
"DON'T mix Dad's Wallbanger in the shaker. He hates it that way. Just mix it in the glass. And don't forget a half-slice of orange on the rim.
"Karen..."
"No! Put the vodka first, then the juice. The vodka is lighter, so it will rise to the top. Stir it lightly. Now sprinkle it with Galliano and DON'T stir it again."
"Shut up," hissed Adam. "Jesus! Tell you what: you make your own Martini. I'm not going to make drinks for you people ever again."
"Don't be a crybaby."
"Fuck off."
Adam Lander stormed out of the kitchen and made his way to the dining room. He walked up to his father seated at the head of the big table, and deposited the full glass on the wine-red leather coaster embossed with gold.
"Here you are, Dad," he said.
"Thank you," said Kirk Lander. "Is Karen coming?"
"She's fixing herself a drink."

Kirk Lander nodded with understanding. He appreciated his daughter's need for some alcohol in preparation for the conference that was about to begin. Alcohol had helped Kirk a great many times during the course of his political career. He firmly believed that without alcohol, society would simply suffer a seizure. Alcohol was to society what oil was to a running engine: a lubricant that made sure things went on more or less smoothly.

He tasted his Wallbanger and smiled: Adam had gotten it right, for once. He raised his glass, looking at everyone seated at the table. In addition to the Lander clan, the assembled personnel included John Vorner -  their farmer neighbor.

"To us," Kirk said, and sipped. They all grinned and drank. 'To us' is the perfect toast, thought Kirk. 'To you' was too ingratiating. 'To myself' - although sincere, it just couldn't be done. 'To everyone gathered here' - too general, he would sound like he didn't know his audience. 'To us' was perfect. It established a bond.

Karen entered the room bearing a family-sized Martini, mixed in what appeared to be a small salad bowl on a stand. Mixing a drink of that size could require substantial labor. Kirk decided he wouldn't mention that she'd kept all of them waiting.

"Please excuse me," Karen said, and swiftly walked to her chair and sat down. Bernard, Kirk's younger son, eyed Karen's drink enviously. At fifteen he was still officially underage, even though he was more adult than most people in almost every respect. He was allowed to drink beer or wine, but not liquor. Not even when it was diluted in a cocktail that had less alcoholic content than wine.

Bernard longed to escape the dreary bullshit of yet another family conference. They all ignored him, just because he was the youngest! He wanted to be back in his room, smoking a joint. Kirk said:

"As you all know, in a couple of hours I must make an important decision, a final decision on whether to accept the post of governor of Napa County in the New World."

He broke off and looked around the table to see whether everyone was appropriately impressed. They were. With the exception of Randy Trueman, who had been toughened up by the Marines, they were all slightly shell-shocked by news from the outside world that had finally begun to filter through. The picture that emerged was that of a world upside down. The United States of America was no longer an independent nation, and neither was any other nation! There would be a new global currency based on coins! It was stupefying.

"Of course," continued Kirk, "If I accept this post, graciously offered to me by Carlton Brock - I will not be able to participate in our own New World colonization effort."

That was the wrong thing to say. He could see a couple of people, especially Bernard, were pleased to hear that. Well, Bernard had a surprise coming. Kirk smiled at him, and said:

"So I'd like all of us to vote on what I should do. Your wishes are of paramount importance to me. If you vote remain, I shall turn down Carlton Brock's offer. If you vote leave - I will accept it."

It was already done and dusted, of course. Kirk Lander didn't call a vote he was likely to lose. They'd all vote for him to stay; a couple might abstain. And he wanted to stay. He didn't want to become a cog in the new colonial machine, even though he'd be an important cog. Adam, Randy, his wife Debbie, and John Vorner would all vote for him to remain. Karen and Bernard would abstain. That was how it would pan out.

It had been a masterstroke to bring Vorner in on his scheme. There was always a possibility Karen would try to make Randy vote her way. But Vorner's vote meant that there was no hope of winning against Kirk. He could always count on four votes, including his own. That gave him a majority. And both Karen and Bernard had the smarts to avoid fights they would lose. They'd abstain, motivating their choice by the desire to give Kirk complete freedom of decision.

John Vorner had been more than happy to join the Lander New World enterprise. He was a farmer. He was up to his neck in debt. He had been completely ruined by the catastrophe. His farm had collapsed: he couldn't run it without machinery, and no machinery was working. Kirk' s offer, accompanied by a indefinite-term half-million dollar loan, had been a lifesaver. He'd eagerly joined Kirk, and proved to be of great help in the recruiting of extra colonists for the New World.

They'd recruited nearly forty people over the past two weeks. Most of them were former workers at Vorn's farm; they'd suddenly found themselves unemployed. They too all received indefinite-term loans from Kirk Lander, although the amounts were naturally much smaller. They'd practically wept with gratitude. They didn't know what Kirk already knew: that the money would soon become useless, and all debt - public and private - would be cancelled.

There was one fly in the ointment that bothered Kirk, if only slightly. He knew that when he turned down the governor's post, Brock would offer it to the other California senator: Libby Placek. Libby Placek was a left-leaning, middle-aged lesbian who ceaselessly campaigned on the premise that people were fundamentally good and caring and well-meaning even when they behaved badly.

Given this horseshit, Kirk had no doubt that his own, private kingdom in the New World would enjoy all the independence it wanted. He tried to imagine Libby Placek operating in New World reality. She was a vegetarian. Presumably, she would refuse to wear animal skin. She was seriously overweight, and the image of her clad in a grass skirt made Kirk grin with delight.

"I shall now leave this room," he said, rising from his seat. "I do not want my presence to unduly influence anyone's vote. I will return after five minutes to cast my own vote."
"Dad, wait," Adam said. "Shouldn't you vote before leaving?"
"Like I said, I don't want to influence anyone's vote."
"But it's only fair that we know what your wishes are. Whether you want to stay with us, or accept the governor's post."
"My wish is to want what my voters want," Kirk said a little pompously, and left the room.

He made his way to his study, and helped himself to a cigar. He frowned, and counted the cigars left in the humidor. Six. And maybe another twenty in the untouched box in his desk drawer. That Vorner was smoking him out of house and home! Kirk had taken to offering John Vorner a cigar each time he wanted his agreement on something. It had a Pavlovian effect, and now Vorner expected a cigar every single time Kirk wanted to talk to him about something.

As Kirk puffed on his cigar, he wondered about what was going on in the dining room. There would be some last-minute, fervent canvassing by Karen and Bernard to vote leave. They wouldn't succeed. Debbie, Adam, and Vorner were staunchly on his side, and Randy could count as well as the next man. He would know the leave vote would lose even if he'd joined it.

Another two minutes to go! Kirk allowed himself one long, luxurious draw on his cigar; then he placed it in the ashtray on his desk, and slowly walked back to the dining room. He stopped at the door, listening: but all he heard was silence. After a while, Bernard coughed. Then Karen said something, but her voice was too low for Kirk to make out what she'd said.

Exactly five minutes after he'd left, he pressed the handle and entered the dining room. He nodded to everyone - he knew they were all looking at him. He took his seat at the head of the table and looked back at them and smiled his most sincere smile.

"So," he said, "Has the jury reached a verdict?"
It provoked uneasy grins around the table. Adam said:
"What's your vote, Dad?"
"All right," said Kirk, in a tone that suggested he didn't wish to talk about his own desires, and that doing so constituted a great sacrifice. "I love and cherish you all, you know that. And John here has been a family friend for years. How could you even think I'd want to leave? I vote to remain. Given your wisdom and help, I'll do my best to guide our colony to prosperity."

He glanced around the table, and asked:

"So, what's the tally?"
"Five for remain, and two abstentions," said Adam. And they all started clapping, even Bernard and Karen.

Kirk rose from his seat, beaming and bowing: they all rose too, continuing to clap. He actually had to raise a hand for them to stop.

"I shall now call the President, pardon me, the UN commissioner for the United States, Carlton Brock, and apprise him of my decision," he said.
"What will be your title?" asked Karen, a little viciously.
"King, of course. Kings were historically elected in progressive nations like, like Holland."
"Poland," Karen said.
"Of course. I misspoke. And you shall all receive titles and coats of arms consistent with the power you shall wield in your domains."

His family had known about his plans for the various titles, but John Vorner seemed a little taken aback. It made sense to start with him.
"You, John," said Kirk, "Will take charge of the country stretching from your farm to lake Berryessa. You will be known as Duke of Beryessa. You Randy - you shall found a settlement on the Napa river. We must gain control of the river and secure untrammelled access to San Pablo Bay. Does Duke of San Pablo sound okay to you? You may all change your titles to whatever you like, by the way. These are just proposals. But I think they fit the image of the glorious colony we shall build together."
"What about me?" said Adam.
"My son! You shall, of course, be known as the Grand Duke of Napa. You shall have your own estate, of course, I have two locations in mind that I would like to discuss with you later. And you, Bernard, will secure our northern border by colonizing the area around Lake Hennessey."
"I see I don't get a title," Karen said.
"My dear! Of course you do. You're the Duchess of San Pablo or whatever Randy and you prefer to be called. Of course Debbie shall stay at my side as the Queen."
"The queen of what? California?" Debbie asked.

Kirk Lander felt stunned by his wife's wisdom. He had intended to call himself the King of Napa, but now he saw the King of California was a much better title. Debbie was so smart! Most people didn't think so, but he did. He didn't marry her just for her young beauty.

"Of course," he said. "The Queen of California."
"So that makes you the King of California?" said Karen.
"Naturally. And have no fear: within a few years, all of California will be under our control. Or at least a substantial part, including a large stretch of the coast."

There was a disbelieving silence, so he added:

"We have enough implant kits and hiber beds to build the most powerful colony in the area. And I'm also sure we have in this room an incredible combination of intelligence and talent. A combination that will be very, very difficult to beat."

He paused dramatically and then continued, slamming his fist softly down on the table to underline each point:

"We have iron. We have horses. We have all sorts of livestock and agricultural plants. And most importantly, we have the will!"

"Yes," John Vorner said, and thumped the table too, and all of a sudden they all began clapping.

Even Bernard and Karen.

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SYNOPSIS

It is January 2nd, 2035. In New York, leaders of all the world's nations are assembling to agree on a plan to save the dying planet: Earth.

Before they can agree on anything, disaster strikes. An electromagnetic storm destroys the global power grid, and cuts communications. Billions of people die.

But as soon as the storm dies down, millions of mysterious, glowing cubes appear all over the globe. The cubes contain tools that will let humans colonize a new planet: a bigger, richer version of Earth.

The newly formed Colonial Council, which answers to the United Nations, has one goal: to ease the crisis on Earth by transfers of goods and resources from the New World.

Millions of new colonizers rush to the New World, united by a common purpose: to turn their dreams into reality.

Some dream of getting rich by trading New World goods. Some dream of conquest, and building an empire. Some dream of peace, adoration, and love.

Some will succeed, and others will fail.

But fortune always favors the brave.

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sky bring my car here said, Karen. okay, the master replied sky. Then a Tesla model 3 grey colour car came to his location.

Getting inside the car and started driving it towards his home. while driving the car he crossed student Leena on the crossway platform.

dhru[ boyfriend of Leena]: wasn't that prof. Karen from robotics department.

Leena: yup he is the robot. 

Dhru: why you don't like him does he a pervert.

Leena: nope just the opposite. rumour says he doesn't have....(stretched) well don't mind let's go.

Dhru: ?? Doesn't have what!.

Leena leaned over Dhru face and said well I will tell you today night at my room said kissed him smiled at him while dragging him cross the road.

sky: dear we have received a message from Carl. should I open it for you?

Karen said open the message and put the car in auto-drive mode.

[ Hi friend

          I am Carl How are you been doing? have you kept greasing your joints and nuts? 

sky please find is there any important information from this message. okay, dear.

scanning...scan complete...Extracting the core message.

sky: master found information that looks interesting can I show you. Karen nodded.

[ We have come across a different terminator send by a different force which is called LEGION which caused the judgement day.
And the terminator is sent to kill the girl name Dani Ramos in Mexico who will be the leader of the resistance in the future. And an enhanced girl named GRACE had been sent from the future to protect the girl. Me, Sarah Connor, grace are going to try protecting the girl and killing the terminator. The terminator has both the function such as you T-900 and T-1000 which can operate separately on its own. I don't think" I WILL BE BACK MY FRIEND"] That's the message.

Hmm, enhanced human in which half-human and machine. which will help me in my project.

Sky if you find any information about any robot or monster or terrorist attack in Mexico incident them remind it to me.

okay, dear.

sky: sir I have posted your consent on the Twitter, Facebook, Instagram etc.. to find what suitable gift you can give to miss Linda and have a couple of gift suggestions would you like to hear it.

Karen: tell me 

sky: roses, ring, what she likes more etc..

Karen: on going through everything that had shown in the list he found that it's not appropriate to do as it suggested and asked sky what dose Linda needed the most for her improvement and going forward in her work career.

sky: A high-performance laptop or a boyfriend.

Karen: Then let's buy her a laptop.

sky: Are you sure?

Karen:? sure!

After some time the car stopped at a home and Karen came out of the car and ordered sky to park the car.

After that, he walked toward the elevator.

xxx: Hello mr.karen hows your day went?

Karen looked at where the sound coming from and said hello ms.silk my day went good so how about you? Are you coming from work?

ms.silk: Well not really just like all time a rough day.

Karen: hmm

They entered the elevator and pressed 4-floor button.

ms.silk: so are you still have not found a girlfriend

Karen: yup I am still single.

ms.silk: so your still virgin.

Karen: yup

ms.silk: Are you free tonight.

Karen looked at her and after a second said no I think I have to prepare for tomorrow lecture.

ms.silk: you always say that whenever I ask you.

*ding*

the elevator opened and both came out and started to walk towards their room.

Karen: I will surely make time for next time without fail.

ms.silk: okay don't forget that you said it today. 

Then they came to their respective room 411 and 412 

ms.silk: well you have to prepare for your lecture tomorrow to satisfy your students.

Karen: okay goodnight.

sky: dear you have to give some encouragement in this place to make her feel good.

Karen thought for a while and looked at slik who was still unlocking the door and called her.

Karen: ms.silk don't worry about today I am sure that you will have more customers tomorrow so rest well.

on hearing what Karen said she had stunned for a second.

sky: ms.silk undergoing shock.

ms.silk after a while laughed out loud on remembering what Karen said.

on seeing this Karen asked weirdly to the sky did he said anything wrong.

sky: I don't think you said anything wrong technically here. You have given positive motivation. There is nothing wrong technically. But logically what you said is inappropriate to say it out loud her profession.

 on hearing this Karen replied that he didn't mention her being prostitute.

Karen: ms.silk if I said anything wrong sorry for that.

ms.silk: ho mr.karen you are same as that day still funny.

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