A book were I rant about my life, give crappy life advice, and hopefully make the worlds worst book

this book include all the heroes and villlians which are losts a while ago and  we try to bring them back for you 
#IM

Darryl could still remember the day when he added the word God to his list of fears. It was a Sunday afternoon. Darryl generally tried to wait until nighttime to take out his list. He knew that it was safer to take the list out under the cover of darkness. He couldn't let anyone to know about the list. A boy's fears are his darkest secrets. On that Sunday, however, Darryl couldn't wait until dark to take out the list. On that Sunday, Darryl's new fear consumed him. He knew that until he was able to add the fear to the list, until he was able to write the fear down and expel it from his body, he wouldn't be able to think about anything else. Writing the fear down was the only way that Darryl knew to control it and even that didn't always work. 
On that Sunday morning, like on most Sundays, Darryl and his mother had gone to church. On that Sunday morning, unlike most Sundays, Darryl made the mistake of actually listening to the sermon. What he heard changed the way he saw everything around him. From the moment he heard that sermon until the moment that he was able to get to his list, Darryl could barely breathe. He almost hadn't been able to hold out until the afternoon, when his mother told him she was going to run to the corner store, before he was able to sneak off into his room and take out the list. The list only had two words on it then: Dad and Mom. Darryl didn't know enough about the world to be afraid of much more than that-until that morning anyway. 
Darryl and his mother went to church nearly every Sunday. She told Darryl that it was important that he have some religion in his life. Darryl hated it, especially in the summer. He found the church, the preacher, even the songs, boring. He hated the fact that he had to dress up. Darryl only had one suit. His mother had brought it for him when he was about seven years old. She intentionally purchased it a few sizes too big so that Darryl would grow into it. By that Sunday, he had grown well past growing into it. Now, the suit was too small for him. About two inches of sox stuck out below Darryl's pant legs when he stood up. He could barely breathe if he tried to button the jacket. His mother made him wear a yellow clip-on tie to match the navy blue of the suit. In the summer, the wool was stiflingly hot. Once they were in the church, the air condition provided Darryl with some relief but the walk to the church was brutal. From their apartment in Red Hook, Darryl and his mother had to walk across the highway and up a hill to get to church. By the time they got there, Darryl would be drenched in sweat. Still, that wasn't the worst part about going to church on the hot summer days. The worst part for Darryl was that he knew that while he was sitting there staring out the window, counting the moments until the ultimate Amen, other kids, luckier kids, were already down at the park, watching the baseball games. He was still too young to get into the weekend games, but he loved watching those games almost as much as playing.
On most Sundays, Darryl found it hard to concentrate on the preacher's slow, drawn out delivery. Nobody else in Darryl's world talked that way. Instead of listening to the sermon, Darryl would flip through the hymn book, reading some of the hymns. He genuinely liked a few of them. He had favorites that he would read over and over again. He loved the cadence of the Battle Hymn of the Republic and would sometimes hum to himself as he read it. "Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;"-whatever that meant-"He hath loosed the faithful lightening of his terrible swift sword; His truth is marching on." Even more often, Darryl would simply stare out an open window, watching the leaves sway in the wind and daydreaming. Darryl was a world class daydreamer. As soon as he and his mother got to church, Darryl would always try to find them seats where he would have a view out one of the open windows. He knew how slow time would go if he couldn't see outside. He daydreamed about what he could be doing if his mother didn't make him go to church. He could be outside, running, playing, exploring. He could be having fun. He could be living.
For some reason that Darryl couldn't explain, on that Sunday day, despite the sun shining outside, the preacher was able to grab Darryl's attention. It was only a few words at first but on that day, once Darryl began listening to sermon, he couldn't stop. He wanted to stop but he couldn't. He wanted to daydream again but his mind and the preacher's words wouldn't let him. Darryl had never really thought about God much before. God created everything. God was everywhere. God loved him. Blah, blah, blah. That's what he was taught. That's all he remembered. But on that Sunday, the preacher told a different story. On that Sunday, the preacher talked about a God that Darryl had never heard about before.
The sermon was about Abraham. The name was new to Darryl. He knew about Jesus and Adam and King David but not about Abraham. The preacher began to tell a story about this man Abraham who God professed to love above all others, and about how God called to Abraham. Abraham, upon hearing God's call, replied simply, "Here I am." Maybe that's what first caught Darryl's attention, the simplicity of Abraham's reply to God. "Here I am." Darryl didn't think that was how he would answer God if God ever spoke to him.
The preacher went on. Darryl looked at him, standing high above the congregation, leaning on the pulpit, adorned in his fancy robes. Darryl wasn't sure if he'd ever even really looked at the preacher before. The preacher placed one hand on each of the front corners of the pulpit, hunching over it. Darryl looked behind the preacher at the giant figure nailed to the cross and Darryl listened. He never forgot the next words that the preacher spoke because they made Darryl feel like his jacket was shrinking even smaller, like the bulge of his clip-on tie was pressing into his throat, constricting his breathing. The next words made Darryl feel like his whole world was spinning out of control. "Then God said to Abraham, take your only son, Isaac, whom you love and SACRIFICE him as a burnt offering on one of the mountains." Darryl heard the enthusiasm in the preacher's voice. He heard the joy when the preacher said the word sacrifice. Something didn't make sense to him. Even in the air conditioned room, Darryl began to sweat. He looked the preacher in the eyes and for the first time that Darryl could remember, he felt something. It wasn't hatred. It wasn't love but it wasn't hatred. It was fear but it wasn't fear of the preacher. What would be the point of that?
In Darryl's memory, the preacher then began speaking only to him. 


Trevor Shane is the author of the Children of Paranoia series which has been published in six languages and which has been in development Hell in Hollywood since its publication. He is also the author of the aware-nominated novel The Memory Detective and its sequel, The Murderer’s Memories, both published under the name T.S. Nichols. He tries to write exciting books that will make both his readers’ hearts and minds race.
Before venturing into this writing career, Trevor went to law school at Georgetown University after getting his undergraduate degree in Religions Studies at Columbia University. Trevor lives in Brooklyn, New York with his wife and two very energetic children.

What would you do if God asked you to help destroy the world and everyone in it?  Would you help or would you take a stand?  
After the death of a child and the collapse of a marriage, Jim is surviving as a private detective in Los Angeles when he gets a peculiar phone call that upends his life. A rich movie producer wants to hire him to find a gorilla that has been kidnapped from the San Diego Zoo. Jim follows the trail of clues, including the business card of a mysterious gypsy fortune teller, deep into the dark abandoned subway tunnels beneath New York City. At least Jim thought they were abandoned and not the home of a strange collection of outcasts prepping for the end of the world. 
Meanwhile, a young boy secretly keeps a list of his fears in his closet, adding fears and crossing them off as he grows older. Alone near the top of the list stands a single word that has never been crossed off: “God”. 
List of Fears, a novel by Trevor Shane, is a darkly relevant, heart pounding adventure that will keep you up at night and make you ask yourself questions that you may not be ready to answer.


Those who were to visit the main campus of the University of Stargate were mostly new students in addition to the exchange students. As a result, the hospital became crowded.
The physical exams were simple enough. All they needed to do was to lie in the medical compartment for a while. Soon after, the students left the hospital, which then returned to its former state of quietness.
In the dead of the night, the door of a special ward at the end of the corridor was pushed open as Zong Lizi walked out from it, a baffled expression showing on her tear-stained face.
Before the door of the special ward was closed, a barrage of vehement discussions or debates could be heard inside the room, and also seen in the room were a few white-haired professors waving their arms excitedly.
The associated hospital was located at the eastern side of the lake by the University of Stargate, a bit far from the hotel. Yet, Zong Lizi didn't ride in a bus. She opted to walk to the other side of the lake.
She walked much more swiftly than before; it was unclear if she was in a good mood or her physical condition had indeed improved. And she could see the reflection of the starlight on the surface of the lake much more clearly now.
She sped up as she thought of something. Soon, she started running, and arrived at the hotel in no time. As she passed by the large tree by the swimming pool, she reached out her palm and patted on it, as if she was giving it a high-five.
Ding!!!
The elevator moved.
Ding!!!
The door of the suite opened.
Jing Jiu was lying on the chair on the deck, bathing under the stars naked.
She threw herself onto him and kissed him on the lips without taking a look at him.
…
…
Jing Jiu figured out what had happened.
He knew what kind of a mental effect it had on someone when the person found out that the shadow of death was lifted.
Many years ago, he had the same feeling when he finished reading all the scripts on Cultivation collected by Shiyue Peak and ascertained that he would be able to ascend.
Hence, he bestowed a great deal of patience and forgiveness onto this girl with silvery hair and let her sit on him and kiss him; but this was the most he could tolerate.
As Zong Lizi was about to kiss him again, he tapped his finger at the center of her brows and pushed her away coldly.
Zong Lizi didn't struggle and sat by him obediently, holding his hands tightly. Looking at him and pouting her mouth, she was to cry heartily.
"Don't cry; out with it," said Jing Jiu.
After sniffling a few times, she said while holding his hands, "My illness has been cured."
Jing Jiu uttered "hmm".
Zong Lizi was still in an excited mood, so she didn't notice his calm reaction, saying, "All of my test results are pretty good, and everything is rather desirable. The professors thought that one of my gene modifications might not be a total failure. As for why my condition has suddenly changed, they said they would still need more research."
"Congratulations," said Jing Jiu.
The more Zong Lizi thought about it, the happier she felt. For some reason, she felt a bit sad as she asked indignantly, "Why can't I hug you for such an occasion?"
"It has nothing to do with me," said Jing Jiu. "Why do you want to hug me? Don't try to take advantage of me."
Having said this, Jing Jiu found that he talked much more than he had done in Chaotian.
Staring into his eyes, Zong Lizi said softly, "My life has changed considerably after I met you, and it gets better by the day. And a miracle has even occurred…All of these of course have something to do with you."
She stood up and pressed her hands together while looking at the stars in the night sky. "I'll go to the Fire-Passing Pagoda to pray and thank god for saving me," she announced.
Jing Jiu thought she would thank the wrong person.
Zong Lizi pulled back her gaze and asked Jing Jiu, "Are you going to accompany me?"
"No," returned Jing Jiu.
…
…
The next day.
Jing Jiu watched the Fire-Passing Pagoda on the other side of the street while leaning against a wall. All of a sudden, he felt a slight itching sensation on his back.
The feeling occurred probably because he felt uneasy or because the gravitational field in the Administrative Bureau had an effect on him. It was a fact that he had a natural response to anything that posed a threat to him.
The Fire-Passing Pagoda was a multi-level building, which was different from the Buddhist pagoda in Chaotian. It was actually more like the auction house in Henanzhou. The size of the upper level was smaller than that of each lower level. The corridors with round and colorful windows welcomed the wind and pilgrims. If the windows were open, one could see the frescos full of sacred intent in the distance.
Looking at the praying hall on the third floor of the Fire-Passing Pagoda, Jing Jiu saw Zong Lizi and other pilgrims sit on a bench, hands pressed together, praying reverentially.
Many women in Chaotian liked praying to fulfill the wishes. He was of course familiar to this sort of thing. However, he didn't want to see the little girl be scammed too much since she didn't have that much money, which is why he decided to come and watch out for her. And more importantly, he had other matters to take care of there. As the side door of the Administrative Bureau was opened, a few government officials walked out hastily, one of them holding a cup of some sort of drink in his hand. Jing Jiu remembered clearly that this kind of drink was provided in the transporter leading to the underground.
A middle-aged man wearing a thin trench-coat walked out with his head lowered. His golden hair under the hat looked like the messy grass.
The middle-aged man suddenly stopped short when he passed by Jing Jiu. "Is it you?" he asked uncertainly.
Jing Jiu uttered "hmm".
This middle-aged man with golden hair was Tang Gu, a famous material scientist at the underground laboratory. He said with a baffled expression in his eyes, "A voice in my mind has told me over the last few days that I should come up here at this time to find someone…I know this is a form of awareness control, but why can't I resist such control?"
Jing Jiu returned, "Since your awareness is under my control, how could you?"
This statement sounded like nonsense, and it would be nonsense if one contemplated it; however, it was necessary for those who employed the secret method of Two-Mind Connection of the Zen sects.
To control an intelligent being with the Two-Mind Connection for a prolonged period of time was difficult, even for Jing Jiu. As such, he had to reinforce it at a certain interval.
"What do you want me to do by summoning me up here?" asked Tang Gu.
Jing Jiu demanded, "Has anyone seen my files recently?"
Those files were stored in a special network. If he surveilled them by means of the Cloud Ghost, he had to write codes in it, which would be detected sooner or later.
Likewise, some of the codes he had written on that battleship were deleted. Fortunately, he set the codes to be transferred at a preset time and created adequate information-skipping bridges; the military couldn't follow the clues to find him. They were still investigating the case inside the military.
Shaking his head, Tang Gu said, "They are top secret to begin with. After the president came last time, nobody asked about this matter."
Jing Jiu thought that he would take the Snow Girl to the Science Academy on the Main Planet once she found him, and try to find more information from the president.
Jing Jiu waved his hand to motion for Tang Gu to leave. He looked like a deviant youth who didn't wish to accept his parent's advice.
As Tang Gu was about to take his leave, he suddenly halted his steps. Looking at the eyes that were not covered by the blue tracksuits, he asked after some hesitation, "Can I be a follower of yours?"
"That's your need, not mine," said Jing Jiu.
Having said this, Jing Jiu paid no more attention to him and turned to the building across from him.
Zong Lizi was talking to a main preacher.
He was the very preacher who had tried to persuade him.
The main preacher said the other day that following god was not the need of god, but the need of the pilgrims.
…
…
It was late at night. The starlight looked like water.
Lying on the chair on the deck, Jing Jiu was looking at an ordinary star by the edge of the sea of stars.
"What are you looking at?"
Zong Lizi came out with two cups of tea in her hands after she ascertained that he had his clothes on.
Jing Jiu took the cup and had a sip. He found that the tea didn't taste as good as that boiled by Gu Qing, but better than that boiled by Jing Li's wife. The temperature of the water was appropriate even though the quality of the tea was undesirable.
"Do you believe in god?"
He had heard clearly the conversation between her and the main preacher during the day.
Zong Lizi replied after some thought, "Yes, I do."
"Why?" prodded Jing Jiu.
Zong Lizi said earnestly while looking at Jing Jiu, "The main preacher said that the reason a miracle has occurred to me is because I have met an extraordinary person."
"And...?," Jing Jiu prompted.
Zong Lizi continued, "He said that you should bring miracles to more people."
"For instance?" prompted Jing Jiu.
Zong Lizi said, "You could participate in the selection of a female priest, for instance."
"The…female priest?" exclaimed Jing Jiu after shooting a glance her way.
Zong Lizi grinned teasingly as she bumped her teacup with the one in his hand, saying, "You're so pretty that no one will be able to tell the difference."
Jing Jiu said, "But I know my own gender."
Zong Lizi displayed more of a young girl's temperament after she got rid of the shadow of death. "Is gender so important?" she challenged with raised brows.
"Not really," said Jing Jiu after some thought.
For an ascendant who had a long life and was preoccupied with the Dao, the physique and appearance were not important for them, to say nothing of gender.
However, it didn't mean that he would participate in the selection of female priest; it was because it was not an important matter as far as he was concerned.
"You haven't told me yet; what is over there, the spot you've being looking at?...There is no star there."
Zong Lizi came to the railing of the deck with the teacup in her hand and looked up at a spot in the night sky.
"There are many gods there," said Jing Jiu.
Zong Lizi thought he was joking, but she felt a bit perplexed when she recalled what the main preacher had said.
Was what had happened to her truly the miracle?
The expression in her eyes grew more determined as she said, "Now that you're not going to participate, I'm going to then."
She referred to the selection of female priest.
Back when she lived in the apartment in the underground neighborhood, she thought that she would be able to witness the contest for the selection of female priest in person if she became an exchange student at the University of Stargate.
But now, she decided to participate in the selection of female priest herself.
As far as this girl with silvery hair was concerned, this was undoubtedly the bravest and most important decision she had ever made in the sixteen years of her life.
…
…
The reason Zong Lizi made the decision to participate in the selection of female priest was mainly because her illness had suddenly been cured and her life had been instilled with a great deal of fresh energy. Of course, the decision also had something to do with her conversation with the main preacher. What the main preacher told her seemed to be spontaneous, which could be easily found in the scripts praising god; but the main preacher had actually offered a subtle suggestion.
The officials in the imperial court and the scoundrels in the villages were all good at this sort of things. They were far better than the scholars at the One-Cottage House. Jing Jiu had a clear understanding of this.
On the same night, Jing Jiu set up a Formation of Inherited Heaven Sword after he induced Zong Lizi into a sound sleep, then jumped off the deck.
The wind caused by his jump was soundless; but the wind in the tunnel of the floating trains whistled loudly.
Half a minute later, Jing Jiu arrived at the most tranquil and more expensive neighborhood in Shou'er City with the detached houses and their gardens, and found the house of the main preacher.
The first thing one does when eating is to pick up the chopsticks. The first thing Jing Jiu did was to take control of the network of the house and dismantle all the protective devices.
Like what was often described in the plots of the novels in this world, the main preacher lived an exceedingly luxurious life. His house was decorated with many lavish and expensive furniture and ornaments. A child from the underground neighborhood would feel extremely enraged when they saw the life led by the main preacher.
Jing Jiu didn't feel anything since he was born in the royal palace and had lived a life of fairy man for a thousand years. He waved his hand to make the main preacher fall into a deep sleep. He began to read the memories in the mind of the main preacher after he made sure that the main preacher had no auto-destruction device implanted in his brain.
Jing Jiu had no intention to turn this person into a zombie; all he did was push the secret method of soul-search of the Mysterious Dark Sect to the fourth level.
In the consciousness of the secret method of soul-search, the mind of the subject was quite foggy; and some pictures would appear in the fog from time to time. It was rather difficult to read the mind directly because it was as chaotic as the novels of the supernatural stream of consciousness in this world; as a result, it was impossible to find the objective truth.
A breeze came out from the temperature control device, smelling like the air on the prairie. An aroma of some kind must have been added to it.
A sword light came out from Jing Jiu's eyes. The scattered pieces of information had gradually formed into whole pictures with the help of both the sword awareness and Two-Mind Connection.
He didn't try to have a peek of the undesirable episodes in the main preacher's childhood. All he watched were the happenings in the last few days. He saw the boring and repetitive recitations of the scripts, meetings and sermons. And he also saw many faces of the pilgrims and some personal conducts.
Next, he saw his own blurry figure. It was recorded when the main preacher attempted to persuade him that day; and he could also sense the shock and anger the main preacher felt at the time.
It was evident that the main preacher was startled when he said "I'm god".
Nothing suspicious had happened until the main preacher left Shou'er City and rode a flying device to the surface of the planet a few days ago.
No picture could be seen during the trip. The main preacher was either sleeping or meditating with his eyes closed at the time.
Jing Jiu believed it was the latter; it was because the main preacher was in a tranquil and awe-inspiring mood by the time he left the flying device and walked into a huge building.
The huge building was as large as a mountain, situated in the deep part of the prairie. The tip of the tower seemed able to pierce through the protective shield of the planet and touch the distant permanent star.
It was expansive inside the building so much so that it could receive a great many pilgrims at a time. There was nobody in the building when the main preacher walked into it.
A gray screen hung in the deepest end of the building, which looked like a dark gray sky looming. It was so vast that the regular folks shouldn't be able to see the edge of it.
The main preacher knelt before the gray screen, as if he were an ant looking up at the sky.
A mild and peaceful voice came out from the inside of the screen, sounding like a decree given by god in the sky, "Go serve the youth."
"Serve the one who has denigrated god?" prodded the main preacher, his body trembling slightly.
The voice rang out, "God is everything. Since we're looking for him, why do we care about his exterior?"
"What…are you…talking about?" the main preacher faltered in shock.
The voice demanded, "What was the last wish the god had before his departure?"
"Find a new god," answered the main preacher with his head lowered.
The voice declared, "I think…he is the one."
…


I am the sword.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, no one dares take ten steps.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, no one can take ten steps.
Killing a man amidst a thousand miles, ten steps? Not possible!
I am the sword, the sword is me,
On the path towards heaven, each shall wield their own.

Winnie looked at Alice in shock, "He didn't-couldn't…I don't know." Winnie twisted her hair around her fingers, "He wouldn't have done that. He's a lot of things but he's not a murderer."
Alice leaned her head back on the tub, "So this is why he picked a woman with no title. No parent wanted to give their daughter to someone who was already so careless with two wives. Except mine, evidently." Winnie looked at the floor with wide eyes and her mouth slightly agape, "I suppose that could be possible." Winnie looked like she was on the verge of tears. She had cared for Lord Simon's previous two wives and no part of her had thought he could have killed them. She thought perhaps it was the mercy of the gods.
Alice dried herself and got out of the bath. Winnie helped her into a beige linen dress and then began to comb her hair as Alice looked at herself in the mirror. She felt numb. She felt trapped. If she asked to take a carriage home, her father would tell her to stop believing village gossip. Alice had no home to go back to and no other family to run to. She was about to be Lord Simon's third wife-and possibly third kill.
A few tears started to spill down her cheeks and she narrowed her green eyes at her reflection until they ceased. Winnie plaited her hair and stood back nervously. "Thank you, Winnie," the bride sighed. Winnie nodded glumly, "Shall we go downstairs?"
Now Alice nodded glumly.
Alice followed Winnie's small frame down the stairs and as she rounded a corner, bumbled right into Lord Simon. The man looked irritated as he looked down his nose at her-perhaps it was just his natural expression, "Hello, wife."
Winnie laughed nervously, "Lord Rumer, it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding." Simon looked from Winnie to Alice and back, "No matter. This is the wedding. We'll be married now." Alice felt the bile in her throat as he grabbed her wrist and walked to the dining room.
"This is a dining room," muttered Alice. Simon slicked back his black hair and scowled at her, "And now it's a wedding room." Alice would've laughed if it weren't for his angry blue eyes glaring at her. "Well who is going to marry us?"
A frail preacher entered the dining-wedding room with Winnie. Alice narrowed her eyes at the preacher: Absolutely fuck this. Fuck me. Fuck. Lord Simon looked impatient and waved his hand in the direction of the preacher, "Can you hurry along? I've waited three days for this." Alice grimmaced and looked out the tempting open windows. How high up was this level of the manor?
As the preacher began to drawl, Alice began to daydream. Suddenly she heard "She does," from Lord Simon and saw the preacher shrug, "I now pronounce you husband and wife."
Had she said anything during this ceremony? Had she said yes? No, she knew she hadn't. She looked at a timid and horrified looking Winnie behind her before Simon grabbed her face and kissed her. It was forceful and awkward. She left her eyes open and watched the pained expression on his face as he tried his best to kiss. Fuck.
Even the frail preacher looked disturbed and quickly bid them a happy life together. Winnie helped the preacher out the door before going off to help prep the dinner. "What now, Simon?" asked Alice. Simon grabbed her face in one hand and squeezed, "Now you'll only address me as Lord Rumer. In private, in public and always." He released her face and she took a step back from him in irritation. Without another word, he left the dining-wedding room.

WARNING: R-18
*Slow burn book*
Plagiarism of the contents within this book is strictly prohibited.

Once all the younglings had left the room, Pallus and Tregon both sat down at the desk at the front of the room. 
"Now what's so important that you had to interrupt my lecture hall?" Asked the preacher, sounding very stern and annoyed. 
"The boy has escaped." Stated Tregon. 
"The boy? Who's the boy?" 
"Cemari, my slave boy." Responded the horned man. 
"What?!" The preacher's eyes widened in shock, "But how? What happened to all your guards and security dogs? Did he get past them so easily?" 
Tregon shook his head, "It took him a few tries but he somehow managed to escape." 
Pallus took a deep breath and sighed, "Well if he's left the property, then I'm afraid there's nothing we can do to help you, Sir Tregon." 
He slammed his fist onto the desk. "What do you mean you can't help me?!" 
"Settle down, settle down," said the preacher as he raised hands, attempting to calm Tregon down, "All I'm trying to say is that there isn't anything we can do if Cemari has gone off of our property. I mean, don't forget that we could go to jail if we go out and try to hunt him down." 
"Listen here, Pallus," Tregon spoke in an aggressive tone, "The Church of Zanonis will be in an ass load of more trouble if that boy goes to the authorities and reveals everything about us to them." 
Pallus looked at him for a moment as he began to process what he had just said. He then looked down and sighed before he faced the horned man again, "Alright, Sir Tregon. We'll do everything we can to find your slave boy and bring him back to you." 
"In one piece!" Demanded the man, "If anyone is going to destroy him for running away, it's gonna be me." 
The preacher kept his elbow on the desk while he rubbed his forehead with his thumb and first two fingers, "Yes, yes," said Pallus, sounding defeated and a bit exhausted, "We will do everything in our power to retrieve the boy and return him to you in one piece." 
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About a few hours later, the horned man and the preacher had gone off to the dormitories. The area had multiple buildings for the members to stay in, all of which were separated by gender. The two men entered one of the buildings and took a lift to the top floor. 
"What are we going to tell him?" Asked Tregon, sounding a bit timid. 
"The truth," began Pallus as he sighed, "We have to tell him about what happened." 
"Do we really have to? Can't we just set out a search party without him knowing?" 
The preacher shook his head, "No, no! Don't be ridiculous! He is our leader and Aholay's second in command. Everything that is done here must be approved by him first. I mean, can you imagine just how pissed off he would be with us if he found out that we got a bunch of our troops to set out on a manhunt without his consent?" 
The horned man looked down and sighed, "Alright, you have a point." The two of them faced forward as the lift doors opened before they stepped out. They began to walk forward as Tregon looked to the sides, observing the walls and the doors. Pallus held out a lantern that contained a small, crystal shard which omitted a pale frost beige light. 
"I thought Veltro was the only person who lived on this floor." Said the horned man. 
"Technically, he is the only human who lives on this floor. The other rooms here are for all his slaves." 
"I'm assuming he has a lot judging by the number of rooms here." Replied Tregon. 
The preacher gave him a quick nod, "Oh, he does!" 
"Why so many? I mean, I only have one." Asked the horned man. 
"Well Cemari is your sex slave," responded Pallus as the two of them kept walking, "Veltro has different slaves for different things. Most of them are his help, maids, cooks, cleaners, etc. A few of them are the nannies for his children." 
"I never knew he had children." 
"Well why wouldn't he? I mean, he has lots of concubines. It only makes sense if he has lots of children as well." 
"Ah, what a lucky man." Said Tregon, sounding very monotone. 
Pallus stopped once the two of them reached the door at the very end of the hall. He turned to face the horned man, "Don't worry, Sir Tregon. If we aren't successful in bringing Cemari back to you, then Veltro can always let you have one of his daughters." 
Tregons hands curled up into fists as he heard that and gritted his teeth a bit. 
"What's wrong, Sir Tregon?" Asked the preacher. 
He let out a deep sigh, "I don't want one of his daughters. I just want my Cemari back." 
"I understand, but I am just letting you know of what will happen if we are unable to retrieve your slave boy." 
"I get it … I guess." The horned man looked down. 
Pallus faced the door and knocked on it. After he knocked, the two of them could hear the sound of a woman yelling. 
"Calm down, Tammy!" Demanded a male voice, "I wasn't expecting anyone else to come over tonight." The door was opened, revealing a short, middle aged man with messy smoke grey hair. He was wearing nothing but a white, cotton robe. Despite being only in his forties, his wrinkles made him appear to be close to Pallus' age. 
His facial expression changed from annoyed to relaxed as he laid his eyes on the two men, "Oh, it's you two," said the ivory beige skinned man, "Please come in!" He invited them into his room. As the two of them entered Veltro's room, they noticed a large living area with leather furniture and some wooden furniture made from mahogany. The walls were pearl white and contained many framed paintings of Veltro on them. A few of the paintings contained Aholay. 
"Please have a seat, gentlemen." Said the greyed man as he motioned his hand to the couch. Tregon and Pallus sat down on the ash grey couch. "Can I get you two anything to drink?" Asked the man. 
The two men shook their heads. 
"No thank you, Master Veltro." Said the preacher, "We actually came here to ask you about something." 
"Oh?" He sat down at the couch that was across the wooden coffee table from them, "Do tell." 
Treagon and Pallus looked at each other for a moment before facing their leader. 
He gave the two men a look of concern, "Did … Did something bad happen?" 
"Kind of," began the preacher, "You see, Sir Tregon recently lost his slave boy." 
"Oh? Well that doesn't sound too bad." He faced the horned man, "I mean, we have plenty of slaves to fulfill all your intimate needs." 
"But that's the thing, Master. Sir Tregon doesn't want a new slave boy. He wants his old one back." Explained Pallus. 
"He's just one dark elf," said the older man, not seeming to understand their situation, "So what's the big deal if just one slave passed away? Like I said, we have plenty more." 
The horned man finally spoke up, "He didn't die. He ran away." 
There was a moment of silence in the room as the three men stared at each other awkwardly. 
The older man finally broke the silence as he began to laugh. 
"You're kidding me, right?" Asked Veltro. 
Tregon shook his head, "No, I'm not. My slave boy actually escaped." 
The man stopped laughing and looked over at the preacher, "Is this true, Pallus?" 
The preacher nodded, "Yes, Master Veltro, it is. Cemari, Sir Tregon's slave boy, has run away." 
Once he heard that, Veltro's hands curled up into fists before he slammed one of them onto the table. "What?! But how?" He looked at Tregon, "How did he get past all your security guards and dogs?" 
"Master Veltro," said the horned man, "This wasn't his first attempt. He must've been planning this for a long time." 
"Do you have any idea how much shit we'll be in if your slave boy talks? The authorities will have us crucified!" 
"I know, I know. I did everything I could but he still managed to escape somehow." 
Their leader looked down and pitched the bridge of his nose as he let out a deep sigh, "Alright, alright. So your slave boy has escaped," he spoke as he slowly calmed himself down, "No big deal." He faced the two men, "All we have to do is send out a few troops and have them search the premises outside of the property." 
"But how will we do that, Master?" Asked Pallus. 
"Very, very carefully! We'll need to come up with a plan first or else we'll draw too much attention to ourselves." 
"So what's the plan?" Asked Tregon. 
"The plan is simple," began Veltro, "All we have to do is have the troops put on a disguise and tell them to put on an act in order to figure out Cemari's whereabouts. Does that sound good?" 
Pallus and Tregon both nodded. 
"Yes, definitely!" Said Pallus. 
"That's perfect!" Replied Tregon. 


A reincarnated warlock, a scaly monk, a strong mercenary, and an elvish mage walk into a pub that's run by a purple devil. This group of unlikely companions, who live during the Victorian era in an alternate world full of magic, end up going on an adventure they'll never forget! 

Read to find out what happens next!

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This book contains triggering content such as self harm, suicide, abuse, drugs, and alcohol. This book also contains mature themes such as gore, sexual content, strong language, and violence. Reader discretion is advised!

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Stanley S. Rugg was a preacher, a faith healer, and depending on what town he visits, a fraud and a scoundrel. Practicing the power of God's power he uses illusions, fast acting drugs, and actors to fool the faithful of a community to pay him to heal him of all illness. Teaching people that cancer treatments, vaccinations, and all drugs made for healing are tools of the devil to fool them away from God's almighty power. So powerful and passionate were his words that it fooled the desperate, and earned him cash donations in the thousands for each town he set up in that wasn't wise to his ways. 
One town he pretended to cure a wheelchair bound boy and offered to heal another child at his residence for an up front fee of a considerate amount then never showed, instead hopping to the next state. Stanley being an atheist had a contempt for the religious and saw them as guilable and stupid, so much so he took no shame in scamming people for their savings in hopes for salvation. So profitable was his scam that he was thinking of retiring after one last big score, upon arriving to the isolated south florida town of Haida he was swarmed with a crowd of the most devoted people in all the state. 
Hype men he hired to stir up rumors of his arrival had reached the ears of every faithful in the area, people in wheelchairs, hospital gurneys, and even iron lungs shows up in hopes of being healed. Typical for his show he gave a sermon damning all modern medical treatments, and said the power is with God. Never before had he given some an impassioned and empowered speech, even the skeptics who showed were a little more trusting after hearing his eloquent words. 
Afterwards he healed some plants in the audience, used painkilling gas from his sleeve to ease pain, and pretending to cure cancer with just the touch of his hand. Fiending weariness he retired for the night but accepted donations that filled over eight dozen collection baskets. Then after it was collected the preacher retired to the back with his cronies to count their lucre. 

"Gentlemen he said to his staff, we have truly done God's work. And tomorrow we'll be on the road to retirement." Stanley said proudly. 

"Sure thing boss, with this money we can all retire rich men." praised one of his men. 

"Yes it is rewarding to do the Lord's work." he said as he left to smoke a cigar outside, proud at the performance he did that night. 

As he suckled on his lit cigar he heard someone approach, startled he turned around and saw on the bright moon lit night a man dressed in a black trenchcoat and large brimmed hat approach him. Face hidden by the shadow Stanley couldn't make out who it was, fearing it was a federal agent he decided to play it close to the chest. Until he saw him reach into his coat and pull out a stack of hundred dollar bills. 

"Please preacher I need your help, you and God's." begged the man whose black gloved hand trembled. 

The moment Stanely saw the money he was interested in whatever the man had to say, giving him the best smile he could he reassured him with a gentle shoulder squeeze. 

"My son there is nothing that can't be helped when God's on your side." Stanley assured. 

Sobbing for joy the man in black bowed his head in praise of Stanley who absorbed all the messiah like praise. 

"Please preacher Rugg come to my house, my son he is sick with a horrible disease. Medicine can't cure him and I fear he'll only get worse without divine intervention." 

Sounding on the verge of tears Stanley sucked on his cigar and nodded gently. 

"My son say no more I would of course help heal your son but I am afraid that I have a schedule to keep, there are a lot of souls that need…" before Stanely could finish the man rammed the stack of bills into Stanley's grasp. 

"That is ten thousand up front, my family is wealthy we will donate to you five million dollars all in cash if you can only help my son." pleaded the man. "My name is Julius Gram, me and my wife have been wealthy landowners all our lives. We've said our prayers and went to church two times a week, and nine years ago we had a son, his name is Brett after my father." 

Unable to continue without breaking down Julius bent down in tears crying sorrowfully in his gloves. Counting the money in his grasp Stanley realized the prime opportunity to not only retire, but do so in his mansion in Hawaii. Dreams of beach drinks and bronze skinned women made his salviate at the offer on hand. 

"I understand," Stanley said trying to soothe Juilius "I will come to your son tonight and perform  faith healing before I go… I do trust the donation will be ready when we're done." 

Sensing the desperation Stanley was confident to ask about the money not willing to do it unless he can vacate the state by day break before they realize they've been conned. 

"Of course!" yelled Juilus who clutched Stanley's shoulders with bone crushing strength. 

Smells of sweet almonds and strong lavender assaulted his nostrils, as it was clear it was covering up something putrid. 

"It is all packed in a suitcase ready for you, please come help my son tonight. I fear he won't have much longer." Julius pleaded. 

Nodding Stanley said putting out his cigar on the ground and pocketing the money, "I'll get my personal driver to take me to your house, just lead the way in your car if you please." 

Shaking the preacher's hand in gratitude Julius went back to his vehicle saying he'll show him the way, telling him to hurry before it was too late. Quickly Stanley dashed inside the tent got his driver and filled him in privately about the side deal. Once inside his car they followed Julius whose bright rear light guided them to his residence. On the way Stanley plotted with his driver and right hand man Dennis. 

"Look here pal it's simply, we say we only got three grand for the job, and split the one million between you and me, that way we both can retire in Hawaii." Stanley said gleefully. 

Nodding in agreement Dennis gave his boss a large smile, unknowing that four million was on offer. 

"Sounds good to me, after we split the collection in the next state you and me get two first class tickets to paradise." he said unable to stop himself from laughing. 

Both greedy men followed the car down a road that turned over bridges that stretched over swamps, and head deep into the bayou, that made Dennis nervous. 

"Hey boss you sure this guy is legit, maybe he is a cop or an angry past customer leading us to a trap." Dennis said as sweat dripped down his forehead. 

"Relax." Stanley ordered. "I believe one hundred percent that he isn't bull shitting us, it takes one to know one after all, and trust me that guy doesn't have a deceptive bone in his body." 

Reassured by Stanley's acute sense for deception, Dennis continued to drive, no longer bothered by any more second thoughts. Finally they arrived at Juilus's house, it was a large manor building in a beautiful grove, with a willow tree out front and a swimming hole next to the tree. Marvelling at the sigh in the full moon light Stanley had the car parked behind Juluis's car and got out, ordering Dennis to keep the engine running in case something went wrong. Eager Stanely followed Juluis up to the front door, feeling his heart thump in his chest with nervous anticipation. 
Five million dollars, a goal he would reach far before the average man, just one night's work and then by morning on his way to an Earthly paradise. Opening the door Juilius quickly went inside and ushered Stanley, the preacher looked about and marvel at the eloquent home of exquisite art pieces, and priceless decour. Occupied with his surroundings Stanley didn't notice a woman in a pink dressed wrapped head and toe in bandages walk up to him and embrace him tightly. 
So tightly in fact he felt his ribs creak from the pressure. 

"Honey this is Stanley S. Rugg the famous healer." Julius proudly introduced. 

"Thank you for coming." the woman squealed as she held on a little tighter. 

"And this preacher Rugg is my wife Patricia." Julius said. 

"Nice to meet you." Stanley grunted painfully. 

Hearing his discomfort Patricia let him go, and apologized profusely for her overzealous embrace. 

"No problem my dear, but I must press the time sensitive nature of this house call, so if you have the briefcase placed by the door I can go upstairs and with God's divine aid heal young Brett." Stanley said as sincere and righteous as he would in one of his sermons. 
 
Tears poured from the eye holes in her bandages as Mrs. Gram took him by the hand in a tight grip and lead him to the stairs. Climbing up the Stanley looked back at Julius who placed the coveted black suitcase near the front door. 

"It'll be right here preacher, once you've done God's work." Juluis said jubilant. 

"Won't take long." Stanley assure as the wife nearly dragged him up to the second floor. 

The hallway they came to was dark, except for a light from a half opened door at the end of the hall. 

"This at the end of the hall is our Son's room." Patricia explained. "Brett honey we've got the preacher, he's going to make you all better." 

Nearly hysterical Patricia Gram ran down the hall dragging Stanley behind her with the strength of ape. Charing through the door, it slammed opened as the scent of lavender and almonds filled Stanley's nostrils bringing tears to his eyes. Only when he wiped the tears from them did he see what afflicted Brett Gram. 

"Oh Christ!" Stanley shouted. 

Laying on the bed tucked in with cowboy pajamas was Brett Gram, he was a skeleton with rotting, moist flesh clinging to his rotting body. Turning his head his lidless brown eyes looked at the preacher and his skeletal mouth flung open and let out a happy scream. 

"Yeah preacher's here to help me!" Brett said happily. 

"What's wrong with him?" Stanley said disgusted never before seeing such a grizzly sight in his life. 

Turning her head Patricia Gram gripped the preacher's hand tightly and ripped the bandages from his face showing a rotting face, bloated with green lumps, and drooling scabs. 

"The same that is me preacher." she answered laughing insanely. "Brett went swimming one day and there must've been a chemical spill because since then him and everything he touches just started rotting from the bone. So hurry preacher use God's power to heal him before he rots anymore." 

Pulling his hand towards the grotesque zombie looking child's skull, Stanley recoiled as he tried to pull away but he grip was insanely strong. 

"Please preacher!" she shrieked "only God can help my baby!" 

Inches from the child's skin melting head, Stanley acted fast and reached over to the child's bedside table and picked up the lamp. Raising high up he slammed it as hard as he could into Patricia's skull, sending a gush of green slime all over Brett's bed. Letting go from the sheer pain Patricia collapsed on the floor trying to keep her brain in her skull. Screaming in pure terror Stanley fled the bedroom and sped down the dark hallway, rushing down the stairs he saw the briefcase. 
With the shriefs of the monstrous mother and son at his heel Stanley scrambled down the stairs and grabbed the handle of the suitcase, but a gloved hand held him in place. Without the hat the preacher saw Julius Gram's face, it was completely skeletal, except for a few pulsing patches of muscle still clinging to the bone. Two large green eyes stared at him, and his mouth made a chattering noise as he began to speak. 

"You haven't healed my son, you must go back up and fix him." the father hollered just as Patricia reached the stairs carrying Brett in her arms. 

Both of them begging for help. 

"I can't help you." Stanley said as he tried to pull free from the iron grip.

"You must! God must help us!" Julius pleaded. 

Seeing the frantic desperation in his eyes that he cultivated with his false preaching Stanley feared he would suffer the same as those people. Unable to accept that fate he reached for a stone bust that was near the door and smashed it into Julius's skull. 

As the skull of the father cracked and he fell to the floor Stanley screamed "Go to hell!" 

Before speeding out the door with the five million in the suitcase. Behind him the inflicted family begged for help. 

"Preacher save us, please, save us."

Running at full speed Stanley didn't look back as he ran down the stairs of the porch and ran towards his car, but a blinding white light stopped him in place. Squinting his eyes he tried to block the blinding light till his eyes adjusted and he saw surrounding the house was a small army of men dressed in yellow biohazard suits. Vans parked everything and a perimeter set up, before he could say anything a loud engine started to churn and a large plastic dome started to inflate around the property. 

"No, no." begged Stanley "don't leave me here with them, I'm not sick, I'm not please I don't want to die!"

Pleas for his life went unheeded as the plastic dome filled and trapped the con artist preacher inside with a family of inflicted, walking dead who were reaching out towards him still begging for God's help.

Horror anthology of bizarre and odd tales of fantastical terror, from a farmer whose farming community is increasingly losing its residents, to a clown that grants wishes, this is one book that will scare you till you are no long constipated.

        Atlanta. Georgia. USA.

    "If you have something to give, give! If you have something to lose, lose! If you have something to take, take! There's nothing much left to be held unto. No long period for decisions. Whatever decision you would make should be the best thing you should think of. Time had been crushed and the orders of things had been smothered. Only the pure in heart would see the son. Come to the sun today. Follow his path. Do all he had said. If you know not what, come to me. Come, I'll give you rest. He had said. Make a cling. Make a cling. Be a client. His client."

    The man dressed in a caftan stopped talking. He was sweating profusely and was standing at a spot where several roads met. 

   The place was very rowdy and crowdy and you could easily tell that he was doing his best trying to put across the unpaid messages he was giving. 

    His handkerchief had metamorphosed. What used to be a white was a dark grey then and dripping pools of his sweat.

    His eyes were running to and fro as well as his heart. He wasn't unkept by you could tell from his choice of dressing that he didn't give a damn about the Human's civilization and modernism.

   He was a preacher.

    There was a safehouse at the other street bordering where the preacher was standing. 

    He was making a bold call and his reasons were best known only to himself. 

    At first, you would think that he didn't want to share it but hell wrong. 

    His next round speeches let loose the trend,

    "If I should, mortals. Though we all seek salvation. We seek what would save us from this danger. But how long can we seek. How long can our strength take us. Wouldn't we be weak. Wouldn't the felon flesh be crushed by the wiles of time? Wouldn't fate make its own scores? Come, and be saved. The salvation which even the safehouse would not give you."

    As soon as the preacher stopped preaching, a man walked towards him and stood at his front. 

   Then a lady joined the man and on and on, many people started gathering before him. 

   The human generation has no choice any longer. They only want solutions. Whatever would give a solution was all they could think of. If you are giving, to hell with you. 

    The preacher now had a pitch to perch on. He said.

    "Place you hands on your chest, brethren and repeat after me."

    He said and one after the other, the fellows began to put their hands to their chests.

    "Lord, the son. Please speak to the father on our behalf. We forsake our sins and run to you. Give us a reason to live with you and guide our spirit as well as our soul. Be with us, and preserve out soul even if our bodies perish. Have you way and be exhalted."

    He stopped praying. Then again said,

    "You can now go to the safehouses, your souls are secured."

      "Are you kidding me?"

    One of the men amongst the crowd called. He had forfeited his position amongst those who were queuing up for the safehouses. 

   If he hadn't come there, he would had gained an entrance into the safehouse. Now he would have to go join the queue from the very end. 

    He fought his way through the crowd, held the preacher in his collar and hurled hails of words,

     "Unsay those words, undo the time or die."

    The angry man spat, choking the man of God. Few other came to his aid. 

     "Let the man go. You came by choice."

    A man said. 

    But commotion had been birthed before the preacher could fight himself free.

   They could all die by the hue and cry, at least there souls are secured. 

     

The alien machines, otherwise known as T2s arrived earth to destroy the human technology. They were sent by the professed progenitors who claimed that the human technology was interfering with their conducts. 

 The government went huff and puff to blow down the machines and restore orders, but lost everything to the fiery balls, T2s.

 Amongst these citizens was a professor who claimed to have a solution to the problem and could stop human beings from being annihilated.

 Like you would guess, the government wouldn't take his words. He left the urban areas with followers his movement had earned him. 

 The Professor and his followers kept traveling as far as possible from the urban areas. 

 In their search, they met the Curtish people, uncivilized folks, who were having problems with Manganis, evil apes. 

 The professor professed to have a solution to their problems too but demanded a favor. 

 Can the humankind survive without technology?

 How far can the Curtish people go pleasing the urban folks?

 Will the apes really take a bargain?

 Will the two species of humankind live together in peace or prey on each other's weaknesses?

"Pregnant!" Evelyn cried out, "We're going to have a baby?" "Woh woh woh, I was just joking." Then he looked at Autumn "I was just joking, right?" "Of course you are, that's impossible. Oh.. wait.. Clyde?" It wasn't the look Evelyn expected to see from her parents with such good news.

They were concerned because they were informed that after Evelyn was born that the next child might have complications as well, so they had been careful all those years.

Autumn said, "I will set up an appointment."

A few days later, they all drove into town so Autumn could see the doctor and it was confirmed, Evelyn was going to be a big sister. Oh, what joy! She thought, now I won't be so alone. On the drive back home, Evelyn saw that the fair was in town. "Daddy, can we go! Can we go?" Autumn welcomed the idea, being cooped up all the time it felt good getting out. There were so many bright lights and rides that Evelyn thought her head would explode. They went on the spinny cup and the giant swing while Autumn stood there and waved. "Look, mama! Look at me!" Evelyn was having the time of her life. Autumn stood there at the exit waiting for the ride to stop when she recognized the butcher's wife and said hello. "Sad thing," she said back to her then walked away.

What the heck was that? She thought but blew it off. They were having so much fun that day, hotdogs, cotton candy, it was just a day about having fun.

Clyde saw the ring toss and asked Autumn, "Remember when I won you that bear?" Autumn laughed, "Yeah, you ended up paying the guy ten bucks to let you win."

As they were standing there waiting for the guy to hand them their rings, the preacher walked up. "I see you are enjoying the festivities" "Oh yes! We are having so much fun!" Evelyn told him. He didn't even acknowledge she was there.

"So, how's the job at the mill been treating you?" Clyde didn't like how Evelyn was ignored, but maybe he didn't hear her, "Just fine preacher, just fine."

"Good good" there was an awkward silence, the preacher then put his hand on Clyde's shoulder with tears starting to well up in his eyes "You are a good man." then cleared his throat. "Well, I'll be going, you have fun." and started to walk away.

"We're going to have a baby!" Evelyn said out loud.

The preacher stopped in his tracks. He slowly turned around looking like he was gritting his teeth and started marching straight over to her with his cane extended above his head, raising his voice saying, "You should never have been born!" Thankfully, two men who were watching this happen grabbed the preacher from behind. "It's too late," one of them told him, and he fell to the ground crying while they held his arms, and a crowd began to form.

"Let's go, Autumn," and he hurried them both out to the car.

"What the hell was that?" Autumn asked, "I have no flipping idea." he said, and he started the truck. On the way home, Clyde stopped to get gas, and while he was in there, Evelyn asked her mother why the preacher was so mad at her? "I don't know, Evie. I think the whole town has gone mad" just then, Clyde jumped in the truck. "I didn't have to pay!" The girls both looked at him like he was robbing the station, "The guy told me I didn't have to pay. Do you see it? Silver lining."

"See what I mean, Evie? The whole town has gone mad!" They both laughed, and Clyde drove them home.

This is the story of a little girl whos life was perfect.
She had two loving parents, who could ask for anything more.
Until her dreams became their new reality.

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