“What? Explain.” Arawn demanded, surprised.
“We had to prevent them from having sex with her! While she was unconscious!” Horace growled, frowning. “One of whom was the Anesthetist himself.”
Mara observed him mouth a quick cantrip. When he’d finished. The stone dildo sprang upwards into an unsupported vertical, which naturally captured Mara’s completely undivided attention.
“Is that a Sonic Screwdriver?” she asked him innocently. Secundus’ hand froze and he turned his head to glare at her.
“No. It is not.” He replied chillingly, and was about to say something more.
“Hmm, that is not a half bad idea.” Quintus interrupted, smiling. “Considering the current technological level of Earth as it is, I could just about craft one. Or at least a rudimentary version.” He continued, thinking about it.
“Oh! Why did you have to go and do that for?” Secundus moaned to Juanita. “Now he will be nothing but a pain until he actually succeeds at crafting one!” he gruffed.
“Let’s just say, that I recommend the Chow Hall ban giving Mara any more bananas.”
“I do not comprehend.”
“She ate hers without using her hands.” He replied.
Decisions will be made, families broken and made anew. Will Donnie’s choices bring him to an untimely death, or to an undreamed of power?
“I SAID!” Arawn continued, while brandishing his gun at the stranger meaningfully, “IDENTIFY YOURSELF!” he shouted vehemently as he took a menacing step forward towards the stranger.The stranger made no reply. Instead, his already mocking smirk deepened considerably until it was an outright sneer.
This story answers an often pondered question. What were the Mamono like before the current Great Maou came along?
Do you care to gain at least a morsel of awareness? Then read on. But be warned it may not be to your liking.
Two guys, out on a Friday night, looking for some fun in the Royal Maki… What’s the worst that could happen?
“She may very well might.” Tia replied testily, barely holding onto her anger. “Why did you leave your nurse behind like that, and what are you doing?” she demanded, shaking slightly. Arawn finally turned and looked at her.
“I left her because of the cat.” He replied, and said nothing more as if this explained everything.
“What cat?” she asked finally. He looked at her with furrowed brows.
“That cat.” He stated as he lifted up his good hand, and pointed at,…nothing.