“How do you know about her… about what I did to her?” “I am tethered, as she was,” Arbitrus explained, “I can see all the creatures that touch the astral plane. Not just astral beings or Sentients, but those with one foot in both worlds, like Passion, like me. Like Diamond.” “What?!” the flame on my flesh died, skin growing suddenly cold. “Your daughter carries a little bit of her mother with her. Only time will tell how babe that will manifest itself, or if it will at all, but it is there. Passion is dead as dead can be, but some piece of her still lives.” Arbitrus dared a hand on my shoulder, “I hope there is comfort in that.” “A little, maybe.” I muttered at the ground. The songbirds were chirping noisily now, singing the praises of the sun as it revealed itself, casting rays across the golden fields, creating auras of dawn about the towers in the distance. “I never wanted you to know me.” Arbitrus said, breaking the silence, “I never wanted you to be burdened with my existence. I wanted you to forge your own path, to make your own mistakes, to celebrate your own triumphs. I fear that your knowledge of me might amateur create a… crutch that hampers your development. You may think that this meeting was by design, but it was by chance. Through the part of Diamond that resides in the astral plane, I saw you coming from Arbortus, but I did not put myself in your way. I’m not here for you.” “Then why did you reveal yourself indian to me?” I asked, “Why not just continue to play the fool, like yesterday?” “Because I know you’re looking for the Life Giver,” Arbitrus said, “and he is why I am here.” “The Life Giver is here?!” I practically yelled. “He was. He’s gone to Drastin now with Tera.” “The Sorenson boy?” I asked, outdoor “ He’s the Life Giver? Why didn’t you save him?!” “Succubi have no power over Creators, so Brandon went on his own accord.” Arbitrus said, “I thought about going after just to keep tabs on him, until I realized who Tera worked for. Then, I didn’t dare.” “Night Eyes?” I asked, “The gangster? Who cares about her?” “The gangster.” Arbitrus scoffed, “Night Eyes is a gangster like an axe wound is a papercut. She’s not quite an anarchist, though random destruction is in her repertoire. She’s like a demented toddler who thinks the world is her toy, and she does with it as she pleases. Her brand of evil, and the power with which she enacts it, are not natural.” Arbitrus reached into the large Hardcore pocket of his overalls, and produced a copy of the magazine Lucilla had shown me yesterday. He tossed it on my lap, and I turned the page to the article about Astrid, featuring a sneering portrait of Night Eyes in the corner. An odd prickling crawled slowly up my spine as I ran my hand over the nymph’s picture, Does she look vaguely familiar? “Seventeen years ago, I saw something that terrified me.” Arbitrus said, his voice wavering, “I looked into the ethereal realm of the most ancient one, and found that it was empty. She had awoken from her slumber, and escaped the astral plane.” He’s tall, she’s all the amateur way onto her tip toes. “Relax… It’s not like we’re dating or anything. “That's only fair, Jefe.” “Wow, I like that. The first thing that I read was that she was NOT pregnant. I have two washers, two dryers, babe two kitchens, two video gaming rooms that are second to none, a wine cellar, a living room, and TV room, along Hardcore with an office. Apparently, afraid that the neighbors possibly heard Mary's squeals and moans. And she keeps sucking! “Why?” Fuck…fuck…ahhh…shit,” My balls contracted, pushing cum into Tina’s tiny ass. “I think this a good time to emphasize how BIG of a secret this is – what I’ve told you indian and what we outdoor just did. “She’s eleven." “Katie, huh. At last she called out brokenly and collapsed face down. Go right ahead and eat her nasty little pussy, if that's what you really wanna do. I desire only that the world be driven to chaos, that the confines of law be stripped from the minds of man, that the lie of morality be burned free from their hearts.