Anything is possible in our world... so when a group of friends travel to Canada with a heart full of hope, leaving their heavy burdens in their mother land and fleeing with their hearts filled with hope, nothing could go wrong right?

Well everything felt and went wrong after a horrible event.
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"Damn it Zoë we can't help you if you keep making up lies!!" Cheska shook me, "Stop shaking me or I'll barf on you." I mumbled.

"Stop lying first!"

Ah, you should really listen to sick people. As I thought, I barfed and it all went to Cheska's shirt and neck.

All it took was a car crash for them to be trasnported into different world, each having their own tasks whilst completely weirded out by their system-based competition they unintentionally joined. Death is tied to their necks, and the fight for a second chance to live starts now. 
I mean, all they have to do is survive a ton of death flags, what's the worse that could happen?

It is my love story when I have been in Winnipeg, Canada. I came to Canada for studying English, and I met her. We met only for a couple of month, and we fell in love.

I'm from South Korea, and she is from Japan. We have our own blog(http://donsuzuka.tumblr.com/), too. I hope you enjoy it, thanks.

Like many other countries, Canada had for some time possessed an organization purely dedicated to dealing with super powered individuals and their impact upon society. The government sanctioned and directed Department-H had dealt with the problems that came with these super beings, be them mutants, magical creatures or any other variety thereof. This organization had acted in a public way and even if their success was mixed, it still offered a great deal of accountability and hope for a better, and safer, future.
Sadly for the masses that were told all of this, Department-H was nothing more than a facade. A dog and pony show that could be safely shown to the public and more importantly, the international community, when the canadian government needed to prove it was upfront and clean with their dealings with those beyond or at least not quite standard human.
But if Department-H was the show made for the masses then the real work was done by someone else. And what was the name of this organization? It was, unimaginatively, known as Department-K.
Whereas Department-H stood proud and tall, a great institution that proudly bore the canadian colours and invited any who saw it to attest Canada's efforts in the matter, then Department-K was but a shadowy figure moving unseen. Whereas Department-H existed as a way to direct the heroes so they could better protect their people, Department-K was one of weapons research, where men and women were broken and made anew, their humanity discarded in exchange for greater firepower for their masters to control.
All of this was reflected in their respective headquarters and while Department-H's was on the clear were everyone could see it, Department-K's stood hidden and divided in many self sufficient pieces as a way of defense against their many enemies.
Of course the effectiveness of said measures was now put in doubt.
"This… is most disturbing," Spoke a balding man as he looked at various screens covering the wall and the many news channels displayed there.
"Don't you say. I think your decision to avoid sites beta and gamma and go directly for Epsilon is looking better by the second," answered another, this one completely bald and wearing the uniform of a General of the canadian army.
"Agreed," nodded the first man "Tell me, how goes the evacuation?"
"Last time I checked eighty percent of the personnel had already left the complex and the rest had an estimated of another two hours to be complete" Answered the general without taking his eyes from the screens.
"Another two hours? That's unacceptable" Responded the balding man while raising an eyebrow "tell me, are they vital?"
"Not really, anyone indispensable was moved when the order was given, either by portal or by tram, before we collapsed the tunnels of course" he clarified when he saw his companion looking at him suspiciously.
"Good, then cancel any evacuation plans and activate the self destruct. We can't risk any of our people or installations falling into enemy hands," continued the balding man, his tone jovial as if he hasn't just ordered the deaths of hundreds of people.
"That will hurt our operations, especially after losing Alpha Flight and access to government resources," frowned the general.
"That may be so, but we simply can't take the risk. Not against them."
'Them' of course referred to what was currently being displayed by dozens of news channels at the same time.
From Ottawa to Vancouver, all of Canada's great cities were under invasion. No, these cities were already occupied by the enemy, any form of resistance crushed mercilessly hours before then. The armies of Canada reduced to charred bones and melted hardware and their people at the mercy of their would be conquerors.
Enemy armies marched down the great streets and avenues, everything from Parliament Hill to the most distant military base already under occupation. But these armies were not of men and women serving under the flag of foreign nations, not even of rebellious mutants searching to overthrow humanity. These armies were of the living dead, soldiers of bone and rot going from the most feeble of skeletons to the armored giants who resembled tanks more than anything that walked had any right to.
It was unclear when the fighting had started, but by their best estimates the enemy had moved no more than 6 hours before. In six hours an estimate fifteen thousand military personnel had been killed and all of the industrial, commercial and political centers of the nation taken. It was, all in all, a complete disaster.
Or an opportunity, if one were to play their cards right. Thought the balding man as he studied the monitors once more.
"Tell me, what do you think about all of… this?" the general gestured at the screens.
"I think that this took us both by surprise, that's for sure. So I don't want to even imagine how those buffoons at Parliament reacted," the smile that came with these words didn't reach the man's eyes, his gaze remaining indifferent to what was essentially the destruction of his nation.
"That's for sure, but I don't worry overmuch. Canada has endured much before and it will endure this and become stronger in the process," the general's coldness on the other hand had a completely different feel to it.
"I don't particularly care for your cheap patriotism, but I would like to hear your professional opinion about our new foe."
"My opinion? Well, if we take them head on them we are dead. I saw recordings of those things at work and let me tell you, bullets aren't that useful when the enemy has no organs or any other vital point to target, then there are the unknown enhanced…" at that the general shuddered, remembering the carnage of some of the scenes.
While the army of undead was worrying it was nothing that wasn't seen before. Their coordination and precision on the other hand, were. And then there was the matter of the mysterious enhanced who had directed surgical strikes against any and all forms of organized resistances, destroying reserve units and killing high ranking officers one after another, with only those that surrendered unconditionally being spared, or so they said at least. The general could still remember the recordings taking by a drone as someone with the appearance of an enormous insect had cut its way through an entire battalion, everything from bullets to heavy anti-mutant munitions not causing the least damage.
And then there is the great skeleton...
That in particular had been an eye opener and had made him happy to be far away from Site Alpha and the city of Ottawa. The way people had simply died when in the presence of that creature was just too unnatural for the general to tolerate.
"As it is we need a plan, so what do we do now?"
"Simple," started the balding man, "we hide and wait. We will continue with our more low key operations but will for most purposes abandon any and all attempts to interact with the country at large."
"And then?" asked the general.
"And then we observe, we study them. We need to know their weakness and strengths, their limits and their numbers. We need to know everything about these creatures."
"And then we strike back?" finished the general.
"Eventually. For now we must know the enemy and see what they can teach us," spoke the man, his eyes taking a manic glint "just imagine what we could learn from them, to what new heights we could go, maybe even…"
Maybe even save her.
But he couldn't finish that sentence, for it would be the same as admitting weakness in front of his peer, who while not an intellectual equal, was very much just as ruthless as him.
"The you better start thinking, because I fear we are going to need every trick and asset we can" grunted the general.
"True, especially if we are to deal with their leader" continued the balding man as he gestured at on of the screens.
Said screen showed no other than the great skeleton that had scared the general so much. It stood heads and shoulders above the humans, all of them government officials of the highest ranking or at least those still living.
The skeleton was attired in a great crimson robe, it bony hands covered in magnificent rings while holding an enormous staff shaped like serpents. It terrible fae light eyes accentuated by the unholy dark halo behind its head. The being was simply majestic, its pose that of a king and with the dignity to match.
While a deathly silence permeated the image it was not to last, for before long the terrible being of nightmare spoke, its voice deep and powerful.
"Rejoice people of Canada, for we bring you salvation!" the skeleton's tone was grand, like that of a well practiced orator "for today your savage government has finally been defeated and you are now free from its grasp. I don't promise you freedom for freedom is a lie but I do promise you safety, prosperity and glory! The days of corruption, of abuse and death, those are now gone never to return. I promise you in my name, Ainz Ooal Gown, that you will never once again will have to face a death by the hands of your fellow countrymen, from this day onwards this country is under my protection and so I say, as my first act as King, that never again. Glory to Nazarick and the Kingdom of Canada!"
For a moment the many people there seemed to doubt, either taken aback by the passionate speech of what was essentially an inhuman monster or simply frozen in fear for their lives. It was then that one of the self-proclaimed ruler of Canada's companions, a heavily armored black knight whose helmetless face was that of an incredibly beautiful horned woman, raised her weapon and spoke.
"Long live Ainz Ooal Gown, Supreme King of Canada!" Her voice, much like her face, was captivating, but the forcefulness behind it was clear as day even though the television screen.
At first the gathered officials seemed to doubt before something changed in the eyes and then, one by one, the stood up and with their full voices proclaimed their allegiance.
"Long Live the King, Long live Ainz!"
The two leaders of department-K just stood there and watched, their minds absorbing every detail in the scene playing before them.
"I think this may be more difficult that we expected."
"As all good things in life are, my dear friend," answered the balding man, a hint of irony clear in his voice "now if you will excuse me I have preparations to do and contingencies to get ready".
The general, known to the world as Jeremy Clarke, just stood there and watched his companion leave. His mind still reeling from the events of the last few hours.
I hope you know what you are doing, you bastard. Because if not then that monster will do more than kills us both.
Clarke would also ready his own contingencies just in case but for now he could do nothing but trust his associate. At least until he found someone better.
As he stood to leave did once again did Clarke look at the screens and the victorious monster shown there. Clarke was a soldier and he knew a unwinnable fight when he saw one.
You bastard better be ready, or I will make sure you regret it even before that thing gets to you.
Because if Clarke were to go down he would make sure to take his 'good friend' Bartol Utler with him and make sure they both rotted in whatever hell that unfathomable monster, that 'Ainz Ooal Gown', had prepared for them.
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AN: Ok, take this as a special update to conmemorate me being back to writing this or something. I am not going to be doing daily updates, but this chapter is mostly a reaction one and serves as set up for a future storyline (won't say no more about this) so after I cut out an Ainz pov part (that's for the next chapter) I decided to post it because why the hell no?
In case you are not familiar with the featured characters here they are:
Jeremy Clarke (Earth-616)
Bartol Utler (Earth-616)

We all know the drill. Nazarick arrives into a dark fantasy world and much happens until eventually our dashing "hero" conquers a kingdom of his own.
Here instead our dashing hero arrives into a dark fantasy world too, but one of heroes and villains, of alien invasions and cosmic entities and he does found a kingdom of his own too. One built over the ashes of the evilest place on Earth.

Original work by :

Deatstroke - https://forums.spacebattles.com/members/deatstroke.316206/

Author Patreon (This is original author Pat, he's back! so if you guys wanna support him, just go give him some money~) :
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https://forums.spacebattles.com/threads/of-maple-syrup-skeletons-and-warcrimes-overlord-marvel-round-robin.757444/reader/

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Be warned the site is virtually unreadable so i posted it here for a better reading experience.

As Avis and Alabaster argued in the car, the remaining four friends went to give Gogo Canada the spicy pizza. She took the plate and, without a single ounce of hesitation, took one bite after another.
"You are both deranged!" Yelled Ai Di as she pointed to Calvin, who regained possession of his body, and Gogo Canada.
Gogo Canada shot a look of utter confusion. "It's not that bad. Is there more?"
Donovan gesture towards the kitchen and Gogo Canada quickly ate the rest of the pizza.
"Thanks, guys." She said before returning to her natural habitat and closing the door.
Ai Di rolled her eyes and muttered "monsters" before residing to her bedroom followed by Fang Wen.
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"Surprised?" Asked Z in the Void as she sat on a random, circular patch of grass with Throckmorton, Fatty, and Beef rolling around.
Calvin rolled his eyes. "Whatever, they really think I'm a monster."
"Why are you surprised? You're not even from this time period." He shrugged. "I guess."
"Haha. Now, training time! Make a picnic blanket!"
Almost immediately, a white and red plaid blanket materialized in the air above Z and the dogs, landing on top of them and blanketing them in confusion. With surprising coordination, Z and the dogs made it out from beneath the blanket and glared at Calvin.
Z shook her head and clapped simultaneously. "You're pretty much set, I guess."
"I guess...Z?"
"Yeah?"
"How...how many powers did you give me? In other words, what are the rest?"
Z looked at Calvin and sipped a cup of tea which she had just materialized out of thin air. "Go figure that out, yourself."
"But Z!"
"'But Z!'" Z whined back in Calvin's voice. "If I directly tell you without you randomly witnessing it first, then they won't be as effective when you use them."
Calvin sighed. "Could...could you tell me what I don't have?"
This time, Z sighed. "Fine. You don't have telekinesis."
"I know that."
"You don't have the ability to cause natural disasters and control lightning and other stuff like that."
Calvin nodded.
"You also don't have the ability to read minds...or control minds! Hypnosis! Telepathy! Not respectively, but yes! And memory manipulating...thing, mind-stuff in general."
Calvin nodded again, wondering what was left.
"You also don't have the ability to control plants. 'Chlorokinesis' it's that called? I don't know. Plant-nesis is close enough, whatever. And healing, you don't have that. Hm...let me think..."
Calvin watched as Z was deep in thought.
"...I'm missing a few...I know I am..." What seemed like ten minutes passed, and Z gave up. "There's like five more or something, but I can't think right now. Just...if you're every in a sticky situation, just try everything and something is eventually going to work."
Calvin rolled his eyes in disappointment.
"Hey, I've lived for almost twenty centuries, I forget shit, especially something that I've had for a very, very, very, very, very long time."
"How---if you don't mind me asking---how did you get these powers?"
"The Tome, dingus!"
"But I thought it couldn't be---"
"People with powers---like you right now!---can open it like a regular book. But others can't."
"I figured, but how did y---?"
"An old lady gave them to me as a part of a deal, okay? And then I freaked out and realized that...that it would be too much of a burden for others to take on these powers."
"So you hid yourself away?"
"More the less...until some little bitch stole the Tome while I was asleep some time around the American Revolutionary war and voici! It's in Karpinopolis."
"Ah."
"Don't 'ah' me, pick some other strange, one-syllable thing."
"Pffft."
"Pffft, that's mine, moron."
There was a long silence before Calvin broke it. "Um...Z?"
"Yeah?"
"The powers that you just described..."
"Go on...?"
"Are...are those Benson's?"
Z did not reply immediately, instead, she smiled. "I think we both know the answer to that." She flicked her wrist and he fell out of the Void.
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Calvin woke up to a bright, sunny day with a few clouds floating against the cerulean blue sky.
Donovan was already up and editing another one of his videos while listening to prog metal (which even Calvin could hear). Calvin looked at the bottom right corner of one of his monitors, it was April 30th, 2031, almost noon.
He shrugged, brushed his teeth and washed his face. As he walked out, Donovan spoke to him without turning from his seat. "So you're up?"
"Yeah. Have you eaten breakfast?"
Donovan took his headsets off and turned back around. "Huh? You say something?"
"Oh, uh...have you eaten breakfast?"
"Yeah, you go help yourself. I need...to edit a video."
"Okay." Donovan turned back around, put his headsets back on, and continued to splice and edit his video.
Calvin poured himself some cereal, and then milk into a bowl. As he picked a spoon from the utensil drawer, he froze.
A dark, cold feeling had crept over his shoulders and ran down his spine through his bones.
"Z, did---?" He began.
"He's here." She replied, her voice filled with anguish. "Benson's here."
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Min Min's clock read "12:27." He could hear the mumbling of the leaders, slandering him with concern and questioning his mental state. He forced the thought of slapping them out of his mind and continued to pray for Collin's safe arrival.

Journal entry 1:
Kaiju is the Japanese name for a strange beast or giant monster. They gave this name to the beasts that came from the depths of the sea to threaten and dominate our planet. It seems these strange creatures have developed to where they need air, so they are all rising to the surface and trying to take over the land. We practically stand no chance for these enormous creatures, they are much, much much bigger than us; they have powers we can't even comprehend, and last, we know nothing about them except for one thing, they are extremely hostile and will not stop until they wipe humanity out.
It's a mystery where in the ocean they came from. There were no sightings or evidence of these creatures. They just sprang from the depths of the ocean with the need to destroy. The Kaijus have wiped out parts of the world such as Japan, Australia, South Africa, Thailand, and basically anywhere bordering the ocean. Any central countries are fortunate enough because they have time to prepare, but not much.
The Kaijus came in a wave. They all rose from the east side of Japan, so Japan was the first to be wiped out, unfortunately. Japan is now the most dangerous and hostile area because of how many Kaijus there are and is now called the Spawning Grounds. Kaijus are mostly in Asia but there have been some sightings in Canada but they could be fake.
The kaijus seem to be very territorial by their behaviors. There was this one time in Malaysia where a Kaiju fight broke out because there was another Kaiju there. This led to mass destruction in Malaysia. But in Japan, they don't seem to mind each other and don't fight.
There are multiple different sizes and classes of Kaijus. (top is strongest and biggest and the bottom is weakest and smallest)

1. Z Tier Kaiju: One sighting in Japan but disappeared, ranging around 60-120 meters in width and height. They possess very destructive abilities and are very uncommon.

2. S Tier Kaiju: A few sightings scattered around Asia and supposedly one in Canada, ranging from around 37-59 meters in width and height, possess powerful abilities, and are uncommon.

3. A Tier Kaiju: Sightings across Asia, Africa, and Australia, ranging from around 25-36 meters in width and height, possess lesser abilities, and are common.

4. B Tier Kaiju: Sightings in many areas, ranging from around 15-24 meters in width and height, very few possess abilities, and are pretty common.

5. C Tier Kaiju: Sightings in a lot of areas, ranging from around 4-14 meters in width and height, possess no abilities, and are extremely common.

6. Imp Kaiju: Very few sightings, ranging from around the size of an insect to the size of a dog, not sure if they possess abilities, and extremely uncommon.

Well now, you know everything you need to know about kaijus, so let's get into the story.

A kid who cleans up kaiju guts but then gains the power of one!!!! Badass am I'm I right!? No, but seriously, an average boy named Rowan is drafted into the great kaiju war where he must fight off the giant mysterious alien-like creatures which are invading the land. However, he isn't suited to be a soldier, so he is part of the cleanup crew instead until one day he gets a mysterious power allowing him to summon kaijus, level up, and do quests which strengthens him and his Kaijus.

"So ..."
" Hmmm? Oh yeah , about that case in Canada. So what happened was ....
Three days prior,
Quebec, Canada
" Demon, he's a demon" 
" Die you monster, die die die die die...Why won't you just die?"
No matter where you are, no matter how far, ~ don't worry baby, just call my name ...
" Man that's just rude. Is that how you treat guests up here?" Said the boy, jumping over the two gunmen, 
"2 TON SMASH!!"
his weight increasing drastically as he crushed their skulls underfoot, bullets reflecting off of his stone skin.
Ya don't have to worry,~ cuz baby there ain't no mountain high enough, ain't no valley low enough~ 
"Now where's the control room? Oh there it is." He pointed out to no one in particular.
Taking a runner's stance he channeled his divine blessing, reducing his weight to that of a feather. He took off at full speed towards the barricaded door and changed his weight to 1 ton at the last second, barrelling through the door and straight into the mercenary leader.
Ain't no river wide enough, to keep me from coming for you baby~ ooh oooh yeah
" Monsieur Blanc! No no no no no... This can't be happening to me.. this can't be happening to me no no no....." Cried the middle aged senator as he shrunk into a crouch and retreated to a corner. 
" Now senator, why don't you start talking before I turn you into the world whiniest lunchable." He said grinding his stony teeth,  "Who was responsible for the murder of Emily Brown? And why aren't you shaken by your own daughter's death? Who did you sell your soul to you sick bastard?"
Present day
Dwarka, Gujarat
" So let me get this straight, he sold his soul to win the election and sacrificed his daughter's life to get his soul back from the cult of Chernobog? Do you take me for a fool? Are you sure he wasn't lying?"
" He sure didn't look like he was lying. He was pissing himself, begging for his life. I don't think lying was anywhere on his mind."
" Well, I for one know that Chernobog and his stupid little cult don't make shady backdoor deals. They are lunatics alright, but they aren't known for soul contracts. Someone's trying to throw us off their trail."
"Maybe these incidents are just random. Freak accidents. Or maybe just hysteria. People can go crazy sometimes ya know?" 
" No, this is a world wide effort with impeccable planning. There is some some nefarious mischief afoot here. Anyways, get out. We are here." 
Praharsh looked around, taking in the surroundings, a cool sea breeze blowing past him.
They had stopped at a remote beach on the other side of the city
" What are we out here for. All I can see is the sea for miles and miles."
" We aren't here for anything. You are here to retrieve a certain artifact from the sunken ruins of Dwarka." Said his master, propping himself on a beach chair. 
" What artifact?" He asked. 
"The jewel of Ashwatthama. Here's the map of the ruins. There's an oxygen tank in the trunk of the cab. Be quick though, we need to be in Sao Paolo by sundown tomorrow. We can't afford to waste time here. Chop chop dear boy, what are you staring at. Get to work."
Ugh. We came all the way here and I can't even ogle babes on the beach. Man, today just sucks..

A string bizzare murders. A full length of out of character suspects. And the faintest whiff of conspiracy. A wild game is afoot across the world and the foul stench of an ever creeping horror rests uneasy in the streets; from Beirut to Kaliningrad and Haridwar to Omaha, whispers trail of foolish attempts, unclaimed power and the inevitable end of world. Who is behind this or What ? Perhaps none may know . But it is one man's job to find out. Welcome to a new age of gods and men and watch the mystery unfold before your very own eyes.

     Later that afternoon, Nikka was inside her apartment, relieved that she was able to go home. She had missed being in her own room with the same pink flower bedsheets. She had only been here just a few months and she couldn't believe she will be leaving it soon after she gets married to Marcus.

       She tried to think of another way for her not to get trapped in marrying him but the more she thinks about it the more her heart yearns for him. 

       The phone rang and she looked at who's calling. It was Vera.

       "Hi, Vera," she answered, glad to hear her voice. 

       "Girl! Where have you been?! I haven't heard from you for two weeks and I was getting worried," Vera asked, concerned. "Is everything okay?!"

      "I'm fine, Vera. I just need to fix some documents and..." she trailed off and bit her lip.

        "And? Is there something I need to know?"

        She sighed and said, "Well... he's back."

       "Who's back? Ohmigod! Did Philip come out?Nikka-"

       "No,no. Last time I checked he's still in jail. It's someone else."

       "It's Marcus, isn't it?"

        "Yes... and... we're getting married."

       "What?! You let that fool come back to your life after what he did? Nikka, are you crazy?"

        "No... but you wouldn't understand."

        "I'm your best friend, Nikka. What else do you think I should not understand? Even up until now I still felt guilty for pushing you to him. If I have known he'll be the biggest jerk, I shouldn't have asked you to-"

         "Vera, it's okay. It's not your fault. That was in the past."

       "Yes, honey, I know and I'm sorry. But I felt like you've been through so much to get back to this stupid son-of-a-"

      "Vera!"

      "Okay,okay," and she heard her sigh. "Listen, I don't know why you're doing this but I just hope you're making the right decision. I tell you. If I'm not as big as a whale right now, I would be getting on the next flight over there to see you and kick his butt for leaving you a long time ago."

       "Thank you. I miss you, you know."

        "I miss you, too. I'm sorry I wasn't at your parents' funeral. You know how Kenny gets super anxious if I mentioned going to a funeral and being pregnant and all."

        "I understand, Vera. Just talking to you is enough for me to feel you're there."

       "Aww! You're still a sweetheart. So take care of yourself, Nikka. I'll always be here to listen and if anything-anything you need, just let me know. You can always come to Canada, okay? I'll do whatever I can to help you."

      "Thank you. I love you."

       "I love you, too."

      And she hung up the phone. 

      She missed Vera so much. Vera had always been there despite of being married early. It's funny how the girl who she thought would never find true love, and just "playing" with the boys had eventually found the one for her. 

       Kenny was the son of one of Vera's father's associates in Canada. They met one time at a party of their family friends. She told Nikka how she liked Kenny the first time they met since he was very different from all the guys she knew. He was very nice and respectful. He knew all about Vera's past as she told him, but he accepted her and promised to marry her before they have sex. So, even before Vera can finish college, she took the flight to Canada and marry the man of her dreams.

     "This is it, Nikka. He's the one. I cannot wait anymore," she said as she hugged her in the airport. 

      She was very happy for her but she felt like she lost another friend. Dominic moved to California to pursue his studies after that summer of 2014, while she was nursing a broken heart. Vera was the only one who stayed with her and helped her to move on from Marcus and even supported her in her decision to move in with her brother and his girlfriend, Monique. It could have been the best decision she ever made if only Philip has not been the monster she trusted and loved. 

      She sighed and tried to put away the memories of that awful day behind. Until now, even if he was already in prison, he still haunts her in her sleep, giving her nightmares. 

      But the past few days she has been with Marcus, she had been sleeping well and the nightmares somehow stopped. Although her heart feels heavy sometimes, she felt secure being with him. If only she could get past the pain... 

     She lay down on the bed and tried to rest her eyes when suddenly she heard a knock on the door. 

     She went out of her bedroom and went straight to the main door. When she opened it, she was shocked to see who it is.  

     "P-Philip?" she stuttered, her whole body shook with fear. "What are you doing here?"

     "Did you miss me, Sweetheart?" Philip said, his dark eyes piercing through her as he pushed her inside and locked the door behind him. 

    He walked towards her as she stepped backwards.

    "Stay away, Philip. You're not supposed to be here."

     But he kept moving forward towards her and she tried to run away from him as he grabbed her by the hair. He covered her mouth with his hand as she tried to scream and he pulled her on her waist, dragging her towards the bedroom. There he pushed her down on the bed and went on top of her.

     "Please, Philip, you don't have to do this!!!PLEASE STOP! PLEASE NOOOO!!!!"

-Revised and Edited-

“A promise is a promise," Marcus told Nikka.

Marcus promised Nikka's father that he will take care of her no matter what... but so much has happened and now he is not sure... what if he ends up breaking her heart again? What is he willing to do to fulfill his promise?

Nikka loved Marcus the first time she met him. It was not mere infatuation when she was 18, she knew it was true love. But one incident changed it all... is she willing to risk her heart again to the same guy who broke her heart?

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(Trigger Warning: Mention of sexual harassment.)
Strictly R-18 due to profanity and adult situations.

André

I was lost in my thoughts when a voice on the other side of the wall made me react.

—Are you there? —André asks with concern.

—Yes, I'm still alive —Eliza replies, releasing a sigh.

—I need to talk to someone or I'm going to freak out in here —Eliza adds.

—There are two of us —André replies with irony.

—What about you? —Eliza asks curiously.

—Well, the exit isn't there, I assure you —André replies.

—I suspected it —Eliza replies following the game.

—You, how can you carve the wall? —André asks confusedly.

—I kept a little knife under my skirt. Being a foreign woman in this unknown city one must be cautious and not even be able to save me from this hell —Eliza replies sadly.

—We have to plan what we're going to do after you finish carving the wall, he'll soon find out —André says.
—Do you have any idea who the madman who locked us up is? —Eliza asks curiously.

—Like you, I'm a foreigner so I have no idea who it is —André replies confusedly.

—I doubt very much that I know someone so strong and full of rage as to do this to us —Eliza replies as she continues to scrape the wall.

—I don't know anyone like that in Canada either —André replies recharged on the wall.

—Are you from Canada? —Eliza asks confusedly.

—That's right, why? —André replies confusedly.

—I'm from America, this is weird. Is there a serial killer of foreigners? —Eliza asks as she stops scraping the wall.

—Do you think this madman knows us? —André asks, trying to join the dots.

—I don't know, think about it. If she wanted to kill us, she would have done it like any other killer —Eliza replies.

—Or maybe he's just playing with us and he wants to see us suffer —André tries.

—Listen, even if I could open a hole in this worn wall, I could never get out of here because he cut off my legs —Explains Eliza with a lump in her throat.

—I'll help you, I couldn't leave you here with that maniac —André replies.

—First, we have to know why she chose us, it's just us and we're still alive —Eliza explains.

—For now, but I still can't understand. Where do you know us from? —André replies confusedly.

—If we can't remember, we'll have to ask him directly. I will, I don't have much to lose anymore —Eliza replies determinedly.

—No way, I'll do it. If he discovers the hole, we're lost —André replies.

In that instant sobs sounded the kidnapper was dragging a new victim into a new room, the only good thing about all this darkness was that it sharpened the rest of the senses. Eliza also noticed it and I stop scraping the wall, the silence kept us alert and at this point I was no longer sure if the silence or the noises and footsteps of the stranger was better, when everything calmed down I moved as much as I could to be able to identify the other room.

—Hey, are you okay? —Eliza asks.

—Sobs —Who are you...? a girl in a trembling voice asks.

—My name is Eliza, I arrive a few days ago here too and near my room is André, What is your name and where are you from? —Eliza asks.

—My name is Monica, I'm from here in London if we're still here... —replies Monica confusedly.

—Did you get to see Monica? —André hopefully asks.

—I just got to see her long black hair, but I didn't see her face —Monica replies.

—And does it look familiar, do you know him from somewhere or did you recognize his voices? —Eliza asks uneasily.

—No, I'm sorry —Monica replies disappointed.

—I'm going to confront him when he comes to bring us the food —André says.

***
After a while the stranger came subject to bring us food, as usual, I walked into my room with the tray and what seemed to be a skin of the flesh, it was time for truth.

—Who the fuck are you?!, you're a fucking psychotic monster who only comes to torture us, if you're so eager to kill us because kill me once and for all —André says furiously.

In that instant sobs sounded the kidnapper was dragging a new victim into a new room, the only good thing about all this darkness was that it sharpened the rest of the senses. Eliza also noticed it and I stop scraping the wall, the silence kept us alert and at this point I was no longer sure if the silence or the noises and footsteps of the stranger was better, when everything calmed down I moved as much as I could to be able to identify the other room.

—Hey, are you okay? —Eliza asks.

—Sobs —Who are you...? a girl in a trembling voice asks.

—My name is Eliza, I arrive a few days ago here too and near my room is André, What is your name and where are you from? —Eliza asks.

—My name is Monica, I'm from here in London if we're still here... —replies Monica confusedly.

—Did you get to see Monica? —André hopefully asks.

—No, that's where You're so wrong André, the heartless monster is you, or have you forgotten the sin you committed? —The mysterious man asks as he challenges André.
—I don't know what you're talking about —André replies indifferently.
—Then I will remind you of what you did and in passing, I will expose you to them —the man says decisively.
—André winces as he watches the stranger.
—You'll see four years ago When André was a lazy young man who wasn't studying for being a drug addict, he'd get on the Toronto subway to assault the passengers, and one day André after taking several days in abstinence because he couldn't stand or walk, I get to the subway where I try to assault a young student, she gets too scared and I manage to beat him to get out. , she left the subway and went with the guards, but André had not got her money and tried to assault an older lady to leave with the money, what André did not know was that that lady was deaf and when the lady did not hear it, I unload all her fury and stabbed her incessantly until her arms were disfigured, the guards failed to arrive on time and my mother passed away —explains the mystery man in detail.
—That... no, it may be... —André says with a lump in his throat.
—The only monster is you, you took my mother from me, and now you have to pay for it —the mystery man responds as he pulls out a saw.
—André, please tell me it's not true —Eliza screams desperately from the other room.
—All for one simple drug... your life is worthless —says the mystery man as he begins to cut off André's arms.
—No, stop, please stop —Monica shouts from the other room.
—Don't worry, you're still missing —the mystery man replies as he begins to laugh.

The dream city London can be the great dream of any young foreigner, who seeks to get out of the routine and settle down in a place full of history and beauty, but the glamour of the city and its charm will not be enough to hide the terrible series of murders that occurred years ago and the mysteries will involve a young man named André who without knowing how or why I end up involved in this tragic event.



'Naade' 

She couldn't believe her eyes. There he stood in all his glory. In his real form. As his eyes searched around for something. Then he turned his back to her. That's when she saw him holding a man by his throat. He was shivering from fear. A loud shriek is heard in the graveyard as Naade closes his fangs in to the man’s juncture. 

Ellie herself couldn't control her shriek at the scene unfolding in front of her. But he couldn't hear her as Celina had concealed themselves from him. She saw how he drank his prey's blood till the last drop and once he was done he left his body which fell down with a thud on the ground. When she looked at the now dead body she couldn't accept the horror that she witnessed right now. The once healthy man was now shrunken to a thin dry corpse. Hardly recognizable. 

"You see dear there is the creature whom I created. Obviously a man but his true form is of monster. Whom you are in love with." Celina said as she watched Ellie staring at Naade in horrors. 

"You saw how brutally he attacked his prey. Would you want that he should do such a thing with other humans?" She continues manipulating her. 

"Think he can do this to you, your friends the one who has your back. The ones who you love. He could put an end to all. Erasing the history of human." Celina added bitterly as free tears flowed from Ellie's eyes. 

"Won't you help me erase him?" She whispered in her ears as Ellie looked at her shaking her head. 

"You are being selfish Ellie. He is dangerous for you and your friends. Think about it. Think about humanity. You can get someone else. Who will be like you. A human. Who will love you and you won't have to be scared that anytime he would eat you alive. You can have children's with him. A happy family. A normal one at that. With Naade you will be in constant fear of facing death. Moreover Naade will be young and will continue to live forever but you? You will grow old and end up dying one day. Than what? He will have someone else in his life. A woman who is younger than you, much beautiful than you would be someone he can be passionate with. With time you will fade away while he will be the same. Think about it. There won't be any security. Would you want to be in a relationship which guarantees you nothing than negative emotions? It will eat you alive?" Celina continued to manipulate Ellie to give up her love. 

"If he really loved you than why did he hide the fact that he is a vampire?" 

"If he loved you and planning to marry you than he should have shown you his reality?" 

"He is just playing with your emotions Ellie. Please see the truth. Don't end up being played by him. Don't be a victim. You are a witch who can put an end to him. If you join your hands with me." 

"Think about it." Celina whispered to her as she casted a spell which made Naade snap out of his carnal instincts. He still couldn't see them as he looked around thinking where he had come too. Then he looked at the corpse lying beside him and wiped his mouth clean with his shirt. Giving a yuck glance around he walked away from the graveyard. 

Celina removed the casting spell protecting them from being seen. Ellie fell down on her knees crying loudly. She couldn't accept the fact that she is in love with a vampire. Celina picked her up and rubbed her back. 

"It's okay. Let's go home." Celina said as they both exited the graveyard. She whispered something and the graveyard vanished. Ellie was not shocked anymore for she something big concerning her. The whole way Ellie was quiet. As they reached Ellie resigned to her bedroom not wanting to talk to Celina. She wanted space to vent out her sadness. 

That night Ellie cried herself to sleep. At morning when she had to get ready to go office she couldn't get up from bed as she had fever. Sheena came in her room to check on her only to find her burning hot from fever. Quickly she bought a glass of milk and bought a tablet of ibuprofen with her. 

"Hey Ellie get up. Have this milk." She said concerned as Ellie groaned shivering from cold. 

"God. You were alright yesterday. Come get up have this milk and tablet." Sheena insisted pulling her up and making her drink milk. 

Naade had a flight to Canada so he wasn't in city. He had postponed the meeting with some bankers over in Canada due to some issue with timing. So he had flew out to Canada today. Ellie was great full that he wasn't in city as she wouldn't have to face him. 

Around 1 p.m. he called her cell phone to talk to her but she didn't picked up his call. He called twice but she didn't answered his call. She couldn't confront him about what she saw and she didn't know what she should say to him. If she was disturbed she always talked it out but today she couldn't even talk it out. 

Celina knocked her door before entering her bedroom. 

"Hey I heard that you have a fever. Are you okay child?" She asked concerned as she touched her forehead to check the temperature. 

"I am fine now." Ellie groaned as she sat up on her bed just then her cell phone rang again as both of them saw to see Naade's name flash on screen. 

"You are not talking to him?" Celina asked to which Ellie nodded her head. 

"Look you need to talk to him and act as everything is normal." Celina directed her to which she squinted her eyes and looked at her. 

"Look if he comes to know that you know his truth he will try to put an end to you. He wouldn't risk his identity be known to you. The lesser the people know the better." She reasoned. 

"What have you thought about helping me?" Celina asked. 

"Nothing. What do you want me to do?" Ellie asked halfheartedly. 

"I want you help me kill him. I will give you this potion you have to give to him. He should drink it." Celina guided her. 

"How can I face him? I can't do it aunty." Ellie sighed sadly. 

"You have to. I can trust only you Ellie. Please don't let our clan down." Celina begged. 

"You are asking me to kill my love." Ellie whispered. 



He was born in an natural but an unnatural way. He didn't knew what he was. He was amazing for others. He was mystery for others. He hated mingling with others because he knew he was alike. He knew it all because he had lived for many years and generations kept on changing but he remained the same. He didn't knew the threat that was following him but. 
But everything changed when he met her. She was magical to him. She invoked a carnal side of him. That side which wanted her submission while it craved for her love. He wanted her as his and nothing was going to stop him.

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