Chapter 14 Part 1

"I don't want to hear your god's damned excuses! You up and dissapeared for four days!" Heather lectures.

"Oh yeah, I'm supposed to control when I enter a Spatial Distortion without knowing what it was. Suure! I'll just immediately identify something I've never even heard of before!" Christopher bites back sarcastically.

"Calm down, the both of you." Haider interjects. He places a hand on Christopher's shoulders before embracing him warmly. "We're just glad you're safe." 

"After everything that's happened recently, I'm glad to see your faces." Christopher says, sitting at the dining table in his countryside home. "How's school? Everything going well?"

"Hey, we aren't done here, don't change the subject." Heather aggressively slams her hands on the table. "Why has it taken you so long to get back? Where is Jasyn? Is he dead? Why is there a Lich in your dimension, tied down with a binding spell?"

"That's a lot, uh…The Spatial Distortion disrupted Spatial Mana, corrupted Dime temporarily making them restart their systems. Jasyn is fine, he's just making camp and will be with us soon. And the Lich? I thought I'd screw with everyone, making them think I killed the scumbag." Christopher says with calm.

With her questions answered, Heather simmers, sitting back down in her chair. "Who were they?"

"Stocaea's very first 'Intelligence Collector'." Christopher says with grandeur.

Haider leans in to whisper. "That's Morander Iris? Isn't he supposed to be dead?"

"He is you moron. He is literally un-dead. You can't get any more dead than that." Christopher berates.

"Ok, Why do you have Morander fucking Iris's dead ass in here in the first place?!" Heather asks.

"By the Gods, all the damn questions." Christopher says defensively.

Haider scowls at him. "What is it you're not telling us?" 

"Nothing! I swear by Tallifik himself I'm not hiding anything from you!" Christopher gasps as he goes pale. Tallifik's presence is ominous in his mind. Do not lie using my name. Thou shalt be smited with divine wrath at such folly, mortal. Do not take thy warning lightly.

"Ok, ok. I plan on giving him some experiments to do." Christopher says.

"What could you possibly want a sadist like him to do 'experiments' of?" Haider asks with confusion.

"I want him to experiment in one area…Demon's." Christopher says with conspiring seriousness.

The room falls silent for several moments as the twins process that information.

"You've got to be out of your damn mind!" Heather screams with fury.

"What could you hope to accomplish with something like that?!" Haider shouts.

"Demon's aren't anything we would call a living thing. They are fueled with pure darkness and torment giving them form." They affirm his statement with a nod. "Demon's physically cannot be killed. They keep coming back. The same Demon's keep showing up throughout the history books. Sheogorath is one of eight seen every time a conflict arises." The weight of Christopher's realisation weighs heavy in the air.

"That must be why they don't leave a corpse behind when they die." Heather mutters.

"You've been fighting demons?" Christopher asks.

"Conflicts have been escalating recently. They attacked the school a week back. We presume that they intend to take hostages. But nothing conclusive as of right now." Heather explains.

Christopher places his thumb and index finger against his chin in a pondering gesture. "They've gotten that far into Maranus? No way."

"King Shavik put out a notice to the GM, Looks like we may need to join the efforts to push them back soon." Haider says.

"That's crazy. Why didn't he inform me of any of this? As a matter of fact, why didn't Dime tell me anything?!" Christopher says.

(Dime) I was informed not to be used by anyone for personal, political, or financial gain. Besides, Sir. Shavik likely intends to tell you personally at your next governmental meeting with all the other leaders.

Christopher notices a source of magic materialise in his realm, hovering over, and observing Heather.

(Narrator) Son of a bitch!

(Narrator???) Sister of a bitch, wait did you just call our mother a bitch?! How dare you have such audacity, kid.

(Narrator) It's an expression. Who the fuck even are you?

(Narrator???) My name's Tia-Tia named after Tiamet, our mother. Who I'm going to tell what you just called her. 

(Narrator) Tia is a bit on the nose, isn't it? And please don't. That might cause problems with Christopher, who can hear us talking right now.

(Narrator???) I'm only busting your, non-existent balls, little bro! 

The enigmatic busty babe Tari-Tari flashes Christopher a knowing pink playful and flirtatious glow, nudging him in the shoulder.

(Narrator???) Tari clearly doesn't have a backbone, huh? 

Christopher snorts instinctively at Tia-Tia's perfectly executed ball busting.

(Narrator) Stop that! This is MY record, you can't just take over!

(Narrator)[The sexy one] But I can little bro. I was personally selected to do a duel record, a samba, a tango for the wonderfully powerful, wickedly beautiful, audacious busty babe, Heather Longstaff. Great name by the way.

(Narrator)[The stinky one] Wi-. I hate you.

(Narrator)[The funny one] Awe! I love you too, little bro!

(Narrator)[The short one] Will you stop! There is a glaring issue here!

(Narrator???) Ok, ok. you're talking about the Narrator issue, right?

(Narrator) We can't both be called Narrator. 

(Narrator???) We could add initials, I'll be NarratorT and you'll be, NarratorT–Oh, that doesn't work. Uh…We could just use our names from now on.

(Tari) That's so boring. *Sigh* But I don't see another way we can do it.

(Tia-Tia) Hehe, my devilish plot has been fulfilled, I shall now turn you into a toad! Mwahahaha.

Heather scans behind her noticing Christopher stare at the newly appointed, annoyingly energetic Narrator of this saga. She gives Christopher a funny look.

"What are you looking at?" She looks under the table. "Am I leaking mana?! Oohh! Christopher likes pussy afterall?! Gasp. How indecent of you Christopher. Staring at your sister's mana like she's got her breasts out? Shameful. Naughty boy!" She continues teasing.

Christopher stares between Tia and Heather, noticing a parallel and his face turns to one of shock, his mouth wide enough to swallow an orange whole. 

Tari draws the same conclusion, at the same time they exclaim with exhaustion. "You have got to be kidding me."

(Tia-Tia) You're right about Haider sometimes lil, short, tini, tiny, itty bitty bro. He really just zones out in the middle of conversations sometimes.

It's at this time Jasyn walks in. Heather hides her breasts with her arms in falsified embarrassment, pretending to cover them up. Christopher covers his face, anticipating Heather's impending escalation.

"Jasyn! You need to set Christopher straight! Or bent? Either way you need to sort out his appalling behaviour!"

(Tia-Tia) Damn, she should become an actress. No break in character whatsoever! Mighty impressive.

"What happened?" Jasyn says, staring at Christopher in an accusatory manner.

"Christopher was staring indecently at me! He needs a good smack or two!" Heather answers, aggressively jabbing her finger at Christopher.

Jasyn snorts at the absurdity of her accusation. "As if. You may be a beautiful young lady." He charms.

Heather blushes, acting ladylike. "Oh, Why thank you." 

(Tia-Tia) Not only a looker, he's charismatic too.

"But I doubt a guy helbent on sucking dick, expertly by the way, could ever want to look at any woman indecently." Jasyn smirks. Christopher slides down his chair, his entire face turning red. Jasyn continues. "Did I ever tell you about the time your brother made me–"

Before Jasyn could continue his teasing, Christopher blinks away. A second later a light thud from upstairs signals where he had fled. Jasyn giggles along with Heather as Haider stares deeply into his cup of tea, unawares of what just happened.

"I better go and check he's ok. He's been through quite a bit of emotional turmoil since Dime became inoperable." Jasyn says, his smirk still wide on his face.

With her face becoming more serious, Heather probes for more information. "What exactly happened to him?"

With sympathetic eyes, Jasyn answers her question. "Imagine the feeling of what happens when you slow down at high speeds, but stretch that over several days, that's the best way I can put it. He said it was like his mana was being pulled out of him. With that amongst other things, I would expect him to be quite drained. Excuse me."

(Tia-Tia) I will take it from here! Go and look after your liege, and I will take perfect care of your little trilogy from here on out. Heather needs to take the spotlight before we begin her prelude to becoming a [REDACTED]. Hehehe, no spoilers here folks. Although that will probably be spoiled by the title of the next three installments…But thats not something we can decide as narrators, ok? The timeline itself titled it that way I don't have any special future vision. Wouldn't that be awesome.

(Tari) Good to see rambling is inherent for so many in this R.O.I.M.P.