Able sat atop his barstool by his kitchen counter, resting his chin in his hands. He stared off with no trajectory, lost in thought as once again drama was appearing. His mind wondered off to his big brother, who sent him on this mission.
He was in a small apartment that he lives in rent-free. It was given to him by his big brother. He hardly stays there, only when he is in Minohwa. Otherwise, he is in the City of Angels.
As the scent of monsters grew stronger, his minds kept flashing back to those words. Words that set off a new period in his life for him.
As a leader….
“A war is coming… I need you to be prepared for it.” The voice spoke from a computer screen.
Able sat in his apartment, attending the meeting with the King of the Damned. At the time, he was in Minohwa to watch over Luluwa and Kayne. Being summoned so suddenly piqued his interest, as there was hardly any chaos inside and out of Minohwa.
The King of the Damned has a strange habit recently, which begun little before Kisscensiata. To hide his face, he would mostly call them if he wished to address them. And the only thing you would see is a red, vertical eye drawing on a black background.
Which moved and became brighter with the tone of his voice.
“A war? Are we finally taking back Minohwa?” Able got up with a slight excitement. Did it mean they could finally have their revenge?
“Don’t jump the gun so quickly, Able,” The King of the Damned spoke in a soothing but, playful voice. “I can’t guarantee you anything but, soon our enemies will move.”
“So what’s the special occasion? Why are you calling me alone?” Able asked with obvious confusion. What about the other members of the Roundtable, shouldn’t they be aware of a coming war too?
“Because there’s something that only you can do for me,” The King of the Damned stated, the red eye glowing bright red for a moment.
“That is?” Able asked. If it was research or killing, he was ready for it.
“I want you to form a team… A small one, your own faction.” The King of the Damned told him his directive.
“Why does my faction have to be small?” Able asked in agitation, taking slight offense.
“All the other factions have hundreds of members, with so much they cannot be trained to be powerful individually," The King of the Damned begun his explanation.
“With such, despite the executives, all of them are weak. Pawns for intimidation and labor,” The red eye shone an angered red for a moment. “I have enough pawns now.”
“If you’re able to kill one pawn with a single attack, you’re able to kill two a little more effort. If you’re able to kill four pawns with a single attack, you’re able to slaughter the army by yourself,” The King of the Damned spoke to him in a serious manner. “Do you understand what I am saying?”
Able responded, becoming quite aware and intimidated in his presence.
“I need your team to be small so it can be strong individually. A faction that is able to kill a nation by itself!” The King of the Damned spoke with excitement. “Flame Deity!”
The King of the Damned used his power and a small flame opened before Able. Able was shock, the King of the Damned was so far yet he was able to use his power so precisely! He was too powerful, Able was proud.
“Pyro Images!” The King of the Damned displayed images of powerful warriors. All having faces that Able could recognize, did the King of the Damned see in the future?
“A sword to call upon in my need!” The King of the Damned stated strongly.
“Zebra Effect.”
“Well, sir, I fucking love the idea,” Able slapped his knee with excitement despite trying to hide it. “But, how do you suppose I make a team in this world of backstabbing monsters?”
“Emilia Kay, Brita’s adoptive kid and Tristan Cambridge, Stéphane’s little brother, will be the first two members of your team,” The King of the Damned stated, already talking to their guardians.
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Able rolled his eyes, he should have predicted it.
“The others, you will have to find on your own.”
Able sighed and checked his phone, Luluwa sent a message about keeping a party. He flipped his phone back over and turned to the screen. The faster the war happens the sooner he can save Luluwa and Kayne.
“So what’s my first mission, big brother?”
“You’ll know in due time but, first look out for your potential teammates.” The King of the Damned was pleased with his eagerness.
“They are in high and low places.”
~~~
Bryant sat slouched back in his sofa, bare naked as the woman before him went to town. Doing her best to tighten her hold on him, trying to gulp down his bareness. Whatever it took to please him, the woman tried it.
Yet, Bryant was still so bored. His libido was defiant and this woman couldn’t help it in any amount. He would orgasm on and on but, his body would still crave for more. And as the woman struggled desperately to satisfy him, he felt more guilty and nowhere close to pleasure.
His [Grotesque] is what curses him with such lust.
His mind traveled to that certain woman. The love of his life, the only person who was ever able to satisfy his lust. Despite such a gorgeous woman before him trying to please him, he still thought about that woman.
Bryant’s mind yearned for her. His body yearned for her. Where could she be?
Ever since that party that he attended with Kayne and Martin, she has been missing. She was still doing tasks at Confederation, even allowing some outrageous demands from the Cult of Jason. Yet she couldn’t contact him? Who she claims is the love of her life?
“Xitalli….” Bryant muttered mistakenly, while experiencing another orgasm.
“You’re saying another woman’s name while I was trying so hard to please you?” The woman released her suction and spoke in offense.
Bryant met her at the party Luluwa hosted. Women naturally flock to him, whether by his looks or by the compelling [Pheromones] that he emits unconsciously. So, with just a short talk, and their phone number is in his possession to call when his libido gets too high.
Ever since he had been seeing Xitalli, he cut this routine. But, at a night like this when his libido is far too high, he was desperate.
“Don’t worry… With this,” She turned her bare behind to him and curved. Preparing to take in his bareness with a confident smile, “You’ll finally be satisfied.”
She pressed down into his lap and released a loud moan. Certainly, Bryant did feel a bit of pleasure but it wasn’t enough. The woman relentlessly bounced up and down, enjoying herself to a great extent yet Bryant’s guilt grew worse.
Since she was looking away from him, he took the opportunity to look at his call logs. Still no calls from her, just from the other women that he keeps ignoring. He looked at his outgoing calls, 378 calls to Xitalli in the past 5 days and no answer.
What could be happening?
“Bryant… Baby?” The woman began to speak past her intense moans. Bryant quickly flipped over his phone so she couldn’t see that he was distracted. She felt proud because she sense that he fired off a load inside her, “Are you feeling good now?”
The woman’s face was bright red, with an animalistic joy as she still went up and down. She stared into his eyes in a lustrous desperateness, “Because I am feeling amazing.”
Bryant pushed her off and sat her beside of him. His bareness still erect and stiff. He couldn’t bear the guilt no longer, “Am sorry but, this isn’t going to work out?”
“Wait… what?” The woman asked in disbelief. She didn’t want to believe his words, holding her body in shame.
“This… this was a mistake,” Bryant gruelingly said.
“A… mistake!?” She filled with rage and embarrassment, “So, I left my 9-5 early to come to your place and you’re saying it’s a mistake!?”
She kept punching him on his arm but, he felt nothing. Bryant kept on feeling nothing! “I came here because I thought you needed me! I thought you were feeling good! And I am fucking embarrassed because I felt good!”
She bawled, her face turning darker red and tears running profusely, “Say something!”
“I… I am sorry,” That’s all Bryant could think of saying. He couldn’t even make eye contact with her.
“You asshole!” She wrapped a towel around her waist and stormed into his bathroom. Locking it and the toilet seat was heard slamming down. After water was rushing, Bryant could hear her sobbing greatly. Yet he did nothing.
The walls in his house were thin. They heard everything, yet they wouldn’t take back.
And in all this drama, he could only think of Xitalli. He knew a lot about Xitalli, of her ties to the Roundtable and how she is a representative. It took months of him chasing Xitalli to get her, so Bryant didn’t even care if she was one of her father’s greatest enemies.
He wanted her. He needed her. And without her, he was in a desperate cycle of using women to attempt satisfying his libido.
Xitalli always said if anything ever happened to her, he should look out for her daughter Luluwa. And from what Bryant understood from the Confederation, Jason Mauter is her father.
Suddenly, a pop up message came to his phone about a carnival being held by the Cult of Jason.
He clicked his tongue. If anyone should have done something to Xitalli, it must have been him.
And if no one else will find answers, he will.
Suddenly, the sobbing from the bathroom stopped for a moment. The doors opened and the woman walked out slowly.
The same lustrous desperateness were in her eyes. Her [Pheromones] told of how much she wanted it. It made Bryant regretful yet, he didn’t express that on his face.
She dropped to her knees and started to stroke his bareness. Doing with much effort as she could muster, “I know, I know… You don’t need me… But I need this, I really do.”
She placed her mouth on it and begun the trial of pleasing him again, “So please give it to me…”
In the depths of his mind, as she was swallowing his bareness, he could hear a voice laughing. It was the sicko whose [Genius] that Bryant followed, “You must be enjoying this….. Asmodeus…”
“I don’t care if you call another woman’s name,” She gave up on sucking him off and sat on his bareness again. Taking in it again with a euphoria that could never be naturally obtained, “Just use me as you like.”
“I just want you to use me.”
Will Xitalli live?
