To awaken in the presence of two enchantresses and comprehend it instantaneously, without fully crossing the threshold from the realm of dreams into reality, when one's consciousness is only beginning to process and interpret the signals received from one's body, and in my particular case, it was the sensation of contact with the delicate and soft skin of my spouses, who occupied my arms, nestling their heads upon my shoulders and chest, masterfully draping their legs over mine, and sweetly emitting gentle snores, tickling me with their breath. It was an indescribable delight.
Amidst this whirlwind of delightful and addictive sensations, unequivocal impulses arose within me, urging me to take immediate action and approach these alluring and readily accessible feminine forms, compelling me to engage in the act of procreation!
What an extraordinary and sublime sensation it is when the soul is torn between two desires of equal allure, when one wants to linger a little longer on the sweet verge of the dream realm, where one feels neither fully awake nor fully asleep, yet longing to embark on active pursuits and channel one's passions towards those who have placed their trust in one's care.
Despite the exquisite pleasure derived from this conundrum, the body has always held primacy, overriding the mind, as it is the nature of highly evolved individuals not to delude themselves into believing they are the apex of creation or the embodiment of divine intent.
As I opened my eyes, my gaze was immediately drawn to the crimson ear of my feline companion. As I lowered my gaze, I traced the contours of the horse's golden-olive back, admiring the intricate play of light and shadow on her skin. My eyes followed the path of her tail as it wrapped around my own, creating a tight embrace that refused to let go. These sensations were so intense that they compelled me to rise from my slumber.
Shifting my gaze to my left, I encountered a vision of exquisite beauty. A snow-white back was pressed against my thigh, while a mass of golden hair cascaded over me, obscuring the sight of Maria's face. This voluptuous figure positioned herself between my body and my hand, embracing it like a dakimakura. She placed my hand between her voluminous curves and pressed it against her chest.
And contemplating these two paragons, and then recalling last night — well, to be exact and meticulous, the three days we spent in repose and self-indulgence — I became aware that I had no way of reaching them. And all due to the fact that I had pushed them quite hard, and they were in dire need of respite.
Thus it is! The mood was exquisite, but alas, there was no one to share it with. And this despite the fact that I already have two wives! He became so mighty, feeling like he was on top of the world, and the challenges seemed to be no different from those faced by an ordinary person in the lower world. Ah, sorrow is a burden! I had no faith that I could somehow awaken them, and, truth be told, I did not feel morally obligated to do so.
As for Maria, she has become my personal deity of dreams, and she not only needs but requires extensive periods of sleep, for it is through slumber that she can grow in power and develop her divine essence. Well, Koneko is Koneko. To begin with, she is a cat who has long since outgrown her kittenhood, and now that she is full-grown and satisfied her physical needs, she desires sleep; it is in her nature.
Ehhhh! I must temper my elation, for if I were to have two wives, I would most certainly not resort to self-abuse. Tin! And these thoughts are in my head, if not among the most potent, then certainly at the pinnacle of the hierarchy of the most powerful beings in this universe.
Gently extricating myself from the embrace of my beloveds, I drew them closer together. Thus, Koneka now embraced Maria from behind, finding delight in their current position.
I would like to tell you that marriage to the Goddess of Dreams remains a source of great delight. It is not intended for her to be awake, for her own well-being, she must remain permanently immersed in the realm of dreams, where her strength and power are derived.
When Maria sleeps, her physical form remains a mere projection, a portal back to the dreamworld. As she falls asleep, she transcends into the dreamworld with all her spiritual selves. And what does she do there, you might ask? She sleeps, of course! In her dreams within the dreamworld, she traverses the dreams of those who can perceive them, spanning across the multiverse beyond the confines of her reality.
If she so desires, Maria can journey through the realms of her choosing, as they are imprinted in the memories of those she has visited. The more time she spends in her true form within the dreamworld, the greater her strength becomes.; Her reservoir of potential is essentially limitless, and the more time she spends in planning, the fuller it becomes, as it is continually being replenished with the energies of projects from her surroundings.
Indeed, her ability to traverse the dreams of sane individuals and thereby gain access to their memories is already a remarkable advantage that allows her to augment her own knowledge. Within the memories of those whose dreams she visits, there is often something of interest, and with sufficient practice, she may even surpass the gods in this regard, mastering the art of elimination.
At present, she is still a relatively inexperienced deity in this regard, but that is merely a temporary state. Time will reveal her true potential!
For instance, I am no longer able to shield myself from Maria's intrusion into my dreams. The only way I can protect myself from such a deity's influence is to forgo sleep altogether, which is not a viable solution. Yes, I could stay awake for decades, if I so desired, but this would not significantly impact my disposition or my mental acuity. While I have allowed my physical form to cease requiring sleep, this cannot be said for my mental and emotional essence, nor for my astral form, which must occasionally venture into the dream realm for its proper cultivation and realization of its potential. Without these three spiritual facets, the daily functioning and growth of all others, including those pertaining to magic and divinity, becomes impossible.
With Koneko, the veil between worlds is lifted, for she is the goddess of the astral, a potent spiritual entity possessing the ninth layer of the soul. Thus, in many instances, when it appears that she slumbers, she is indeed traversing the astral realm. Moreover, it is advantageous for her to immerse herself in a realm brimming with the close-knit and essential energy that fosters her evolution and growth.
Recently, a most intriguing aspect and capability of my wife's emerged. Prior to their ascension to the status of goddesses, they maintained a unique master-servant relationship. Upon their elevation to celestial realms, this connection underwent a transformation, enabling them to merge into a single entity. This fusion, reminiscent of the unity depicted in King of Shaman anime, amplifies their power by an order of magnitude.
Their speed becomes unparalleled, rendering my own attempts to keep up futile. Their attacks, infused with a newfound energy, manifest as a harmonious synergy of their powers, akin to chaos itself, rendering my magical defenses ineffective. Consequently, during training sessions with Maria and Koneko united, they become elusive, evading my attacks, while their area-effect abilities prove ineffective against them.. And all because, at this juncture, they simply transcend into the astral realm, only to reappear in reality once the threat dissipates. There is no way I can prevent their passage into the astral; after all, Koneko is the goddess of the astral, the supreme spirit, and it would be folly for me to challenge her authority when it comes to manipulating the astral realms.
No, if I were a deity of space or even a magician with a similar aspect, I might have a chance, but not with the current balance of power. My defenses are impenetrable, and their attacks are futile. Their energy may be powerful, but it pales in comparison to my resilience. While they attempt to breach my defenses, I am busy constructing new barriers, leaving their efforts in vain.
I was generally quite calm about my girls, and more or less certain of their safety. However, I had a small worm of doubt and paranoia that prevented me from completely relaxing when leaving them alone.
Even the presence of several clones next to them — who, in the event of danger, would immediately signal me and summon an army of our kind from my realm — did not instill confidence in their absolute safety in me. I fully understand that I am a bit obsessive about their safety, but my instincts insist on it.
It turns out that for gods, the process of conception is not only slow; it is also lengthy. It is as if it has already begun and is progressing. I need to spend as much time as possible with the girls, so that our intimacy is regular, thus synchronizing our auras and saturating their spiritual bodies with my energy.. Only when my power reaches the required level within their spiritual vessels, a new life shall be born within them. As one attuned to the subtle vibrations of spirituality, I sense that they are on the verge of becoming future mothers, carrying a new life within their wombs. The instincts of a guardian of the nest stir within me, and I strive to protect my future, which is still but a plan, from all forms of peril and danger.
Having contemplated my girls — more precisely, having convinced myself of it, for the longer I gazed at the two nude goddesses entwined in each other's embrace, the more intense my desire grew. However, as soon as a thought settled in one of my consciousness streams that having sex with a sleeping wife was not a terrible thing and, in fact, expected, it began to resonate and be echoed by other streams. After a few moments, I hastily exited the bedroom, so to speak, to avoid harm. And then, it is difficult to say which desire I had stronger, whether it was to bring children into the world or to satisfy my carnal desires.
After parting ways with my wife, I found myself on the shores of Snake Island. Rather than taking direct steps towards the island, I first made my way to a bungalow, where I paused for a moment. From there, I embarked on a journey, initially at a leisurely pace, eventually transitioning into a more brisk run. As I neared the water's edge, I executed a swift leap forward, propelling myself into the sea fifteen metres away from the shore.
Upon entering the depths, I transformed into a creature unlike any other — an inscrutable crab! The transformation was not complete, however, as feathers began to sprout from my head. Despite the presence of a bone crown and crest in my appearance, the origin of these feathers remains a mystery. Perhaps they are a remnant of the chicken embryo I hatched from, or perhaps they represent something else entirely. The truth remains elusive.
The feathers were exquisite, there is no denying that. Snowy white and radiant, so radiant that words fail me to describe them; they were a sight so captivating and sublime. Indeed, this is how the plumage on the wings of celestial beings ought to be. I have a hunch that two spiritual nubs are forming on my back, which I suppose will one day become my wings, and they will be clothed in such feathers.
I am not complaining, of course! But… but still, I had been hoping for something more grandiose, like leather wings like those of dragons, or in extreme cases like those of bats. Ah, well.
After spending approximately one hour at sea, I was overjoyed to set foot on land and lie down on the shore, basking in the scorching sun's rays. It is curious, for I now find myself in my own personal domain, once known as Snake Island in the Caribbean, but now revolving around my ever-expanding world.
This question has been preoccupying me for quite some time, and I have been unable to find an answer, neither through any means nor even a rough understanding of the mechanics behind the existence of such a phenomenon!
Since my island, along with the several kilometres of sea surrounding it, was ripped from the fabric of the previous reality's universe and became a self-contained entity in chaos, connected to my personal realm, where on earth does the sun shine over the island? Why does the water surrounding the island not appear like a pond, but rather like a natural sea with tides, ebb and flow, with the height of waves changing periodically, and in general, everything around me not resembling a closed and confined ecosystem.. Having swum to the boundary of the island's domain and surmounted it, I found myself precisely on the other side of the perimeter of the domain's border. Now I had a view of my island rather than the open sea — a vicious circle of sorts. And if one were to ascend to the highest altitude, one would encounter an energy barrier.
At the same time, however, the wind would blow in one's face from that direction, air masses would mix freely, and one would gain a glimpse of the reality of a world in the past, from which the territory of the island and the sea surrounding it had been torn by Zakhar's efforts.
Engaging in contemplation of another mystery of the universe, I pondered the intricacies of its laws and my future plans for the day ahead. I would need to travel to Moscow to receive a shipment from Jaromir's Japanese inheritance. Who would have thought?
A few years ago, in a candid conversation, Yaromir revealed to me that he had never harbored any desire to seek revenge against the traitors who had betrayed his family and bloodline, nor had he ever aspired to assume the position of ruler of a state, upon whose princely crown he possessed the most substantial rights among the living. However, he confessed that he could never have imagined that he would one day become the emperor of two empires simultaneously.
Indeed, he is now the emperor of not one but two empires united, each with its own distinct cultures, worldviews, and mentalities rooted in the traditions of two separate peoples. The idea of merging these two states into a single entity was swiftly dismissed, leaving behind an eternal alliance that already yields substantial benefits to both empires. Yet, the most enticing portion of the profits derived from this collaboration flows directly into my possession, manifesting as a constant influx of captured ayakashi into my grasp.
What purpose do I serve for these demons, creatures born from the negative energies of the world, and what is their intended role?
To elucidate this point, it is necessary to recall the adamantine essence that was extracted from the shattered form of Christ, discovered in the concealed realm of the egregor of the All-One.
Having thus acquired the most precious metal in the entire multiverse, I believed that the issue of the impending arrival of Jesus and subsequent Day of Judgment had been resolved. However, just prior to the impending military confrontation between Russia and Japan, I gazed into the heavens, where I intended to perform the transmutation of a single illuminated piece of silver, which I would then distribute equally among the Catholic, Orthodox churches, and my order. Once again, I sensed a brief, barely perceptible aura of those same emanations of peril and unease that I had experienced when the comatose form of Christ was present here.
Naturally, at that precise moment, I sought the source of my tranquility in heaven, and in the very same place where I last encountered it, on the identical pedestal-altar, I discovered a spectral form manifesting itself, assuming the material form of Jesus, gradually becoming more distinct and increasing in its degree of corporeality.. It was then that I was called upon to deploy my full mental capacity in order to assume direct control over the entire divine apparatus responsible for His communication with the flock and online monitoring of the functioning of the One Egregor's mechanism. Prior to this, I had been working with the Egregor as an administrator, responding solely to logs. Unfortunately, it transpired that at the time of His departure from our realm, I had fallen short of Yahweh's level of development, as the task of sifting through the vast amounts of information flowing into my consciousness — from the workings of everything that contains even a trace of the One to the prayers emanating from the flock — proved exceedingly challenging.
In this cacophony of an endless and unceasing ocean of data, I had to navigate to the control panel of Heaven itself. After a prolonged effort, I finally managed to locate what I sought.. Then I devoted an equal amount of time to comprehending the situation, realizing that so long as Christianity and Islam persist, there remains the possibility of the manifestation of Christ in Heaven/Isa. The prospect of his subsequent descent onto Earth is unavoidable. This is an inherent aspect of the doctrine, a fundamental tenet of faith, and so long as individuals maintain their belief in it, this state of affairs will continue.
It would seem that this situation is not entirely uncommon, yet in retrospect, I recall the words of Carnegie regarding navigating through life that I endeavored to emulate: "If fate hands you a lemon, extract lemonade from it."
My imagination did not need to stretch far to perceive the benefits! It appears that I possess my own lemonade factory right next door, isn't that delightful?!
On this positive note, I began to delve deeper into the mechanism of Christ's manifestation. It transpires that he is a product of the negativity processed by the flock's faith in the Divine during their prayers. In essence, the raw material for Christ's body is the parishioners' faith and negativity! The flock now possesses an abundance of faith; with my assistance and all the miracles I have facilitated, it remains only to locate the negativity.
And later, when I enthroned Jaromir upon the Imperial Throne of Japan, a question might arise: "What to do with the legions of demons sealed at the behest of the Japanese clans?" I resolved to take action myself.
Neither Jaromir, enthroned on the imperial seat in Japan, nor the Church, nor even I myself, desired for anyone to possess their own army of demons. After a brief consultation between the Church, represented by Venenzo and Tikhon, these two now inseparable figures, whether in the Vatican or in Moscow together with Jaromir and myself, it was determined that the demons of the Japanese magicians would be removed, to be taxed by the state. As a result, the oldest Japanese clans, having amassed vast collections of demonic progeny, were granted exemption from taxes for a period of one thousand and five hundred years.
But we did not rest there, and it was decided to establish the Order of Ommoji.. In these, designed to capture demons in Japan and adjacent continental regions, one may encounter ayakashi, beings born from negative energies. I transfer a portion of these withdrawn, sealed entities to the egregore of the One. Once they are brought near the physical form of Jesus, their confinement is dissolved, and the demon is dispersed, with all the negative energy it embodied being absorbed by Christ, thereby enhancing his materiality.
When the body of Christ approaches awakening, a pre-prepared ritual circle beneath the altar upon which it rests is activated. My own power descends upon it, obliterating the body and leaving behind a few kilograms of adamantine. Before the form of Jesus stands a dozen of my duplicates, serving as operators of the ritual circle and amplifiers of my power, sustaining the process of dispelling the sacred body.
Thus far, I have successfully replicated more than a dozen physical forms of Jesus, and following his demise, I have acquired adamantium in abundance, amounting to over forty kilograms at this point. Should anyone become aware of my holdings in neighboring realms, a host of deities, both benevolent and malevolent, would undoubtedly converge upon this location in pursuit of this precious resource. Naturally, their concerns for my well-being would be of no consequence. This is the very first time that anyone will become aware of such a discovery!
Unless I craft a weapon from this material for my wives' use, I require further information regarding the origins of this metal. Currently, I possess sufficient reserves of this negative energy in the form of imprisoned demons to sustain myself for several thousand more iterations of the Christ figure. The potential financial gain from this venture is truly astounding!
The adamant that I have received and the captive Ayakashi that Yarik has handed me are all stored in my dimensional pocket. I have discovered that the presence of such a vast amount of the most precious substance in the universe in the subdimensional pocket linked to my soul enhances my degree of existence. It has a profoundly beneficial impact on every aspect of my being.
With each additional kilogram of adamant in my subdimensional pocket, my satchel becomes increasingly potent. Comparing it to my previous one, which lacked nearly forty kilograms, it is now forty percent stronger. This is an astonishing and formidable enhancement!
The most precious metal I have ever invested in upgrading my staff is adamant. I wound a spiral rod with a sharpened adamant tip into the staff's subspace, which, when needed, emerged like a spear's point, transforming the archmage's staff into a deadly weapon. I intentionally left the bone tip exposed, as I did not wish to deprive the spear of its additional damage caused by the contact with information containing the horn of a Dagon spawn and my basilisk fang.
It is worth noting that my basilisk fang is a dangerous weapon even for weak deities. Due to my close spiritual connection with my staff, which is partially a part of myself, constantly residing in my aura, my fang, invested in creating the hidden tip of the staff's heel, has not stopped my evolution alongside my own development.. Thus, thanks to the incorporation of adamant, the end now possesses a piercing power that cannot be withstood; it will breach any barrier, just like the formidable toxicity of my serpent's venomous fangs. The inclusion of Dagon's offspring's horn at the tip grants my poison an extraordinary capacity to spread throughout the body once it enters the victim's circulation, while also imbuing the bone alloy with unparalleled strength, reinforced by an indestructible spiral nozzle of adamant; this is of little consequence.
Having now entered my domain, where I was confident that no threat could pose a danger to me, I did not dedicate a portion of my attention to constant surveillance of my surroundings. My intuition, honed to an uncanny degree, and my keen sensitivity to potential threats and impending peril made it unnecessary, in my opinion, to allocate a portion of my cognitive resources, particularly my conscious mind, to such a task. Thus, when I sensed something resting on my snout, resembling the size of a KAMAZ cab, taking the form of a hundred-meter-long serpent, it came as a complete surprise.
"How audacious!" I thought, as if a paddle had struck the back of my head, when I lifted my gaze to the bridge of my nose and beheld Fesalia, lying across my face, between my eyes and my nose. Naked and damp from the sea, she lay upon me, her breasts straining heavenward, exposed to the sun and to my hungry gaze. Alas, she was a comely maiden, but still too young to contemplate such things!
I struggled to quell the lewd thoughts that arose in me, and thus, to put a stop to this indecency, I transformed back into my human form. To prevent her from falling, I picked her up by her bare bottom, for her prominent posterior of eighty-five degrees could not be termed an "ass" or a "rump". And this impudent young lady seemed content to remain in my arms, naked, hanging from my neck.
Feza, my dear, do you not think that you have long outgrown the age when one could cavort freely in one's father's arms without shame at one's nakedness? And she already had something to say, judging by the sly gleam in her eyes, and all that was happening now was a carefully planned and calculated ploy to ensnare and entice me.
"Well, Father, you enlightened me in xenobiology class about the physiological and intellectual development of members of my species, and in comparison to human children, I now fall into the age group of ten to twelve years."
Indeed, and this is precisely why you now exude a scent of perfume, with a subtle and barely perceptible addition of aphrodisiacs, intended for and affecting members of the serpent tribe, which you attempted to conceal beneath the aromas of serpent mint and citrus, disrupting and obstructing our sense of smell. Moreover, the elevated temperature in the vicinity of several hundred meters from me ought to have a positive impact on my performance, and even though I am no longer a reptile with cold blood, it should nevertheless increase her chances of success in her attempts to act against me, something she does not even attempt to hide!
Feza, you are still too young for such things, you must understand. I am not hiding from you that I find you attractive. However, as your protector who has assumed responsibility for you in front of the world, I cannot violate your purity and innocence until you reach the age of one hundred and fifty terrestrial years. Therefore, please enlighten me as to why you are doing all of this now.
"And I'm preparing a gift for my coming of age! And when I reach the age of one hundred and fifty, you will be the first to come and congratulate me, and release all the pent-up excitement on the culprit who has been tormenting you for so many years," she said with a sly smile.
After she said that, I was at a loss for words. Was she trying to tease me, or was it part of our first intimate encounter, which was supposed to happen only in the year 2035? Looking at her mischievous and content face, I felt an urge to scold her. But remembering how happy she looked when I punished her in the past, my own face had already changed and I felt as if I'd just eaten a bucket of lemons.
"And who are you anyway?!" I exclaimed, twirling my brush in the air as if trying to express my inability to understand her character.
She shrugged, saying, "It's all in the genes, Dad!"
With a jaunty hop, this egotistical individual with a sharp wit and a contentious disposition vanished into the shadows of the realm of the center.
She, too, was eager to strike! From a young age, she developed a predilection for falling asleep in the embrace of one of her mothers. Specifically, I am referring to Maria with a Horse. Now in her seventy-sixth year, she continues to find solace in the company of my wives, insisting that it is the only way she can sleep peacefully. Her vertigo may be mild, but she remains steadfast in her pursuit of this game. Koneko understands that Maria is merely playing a role, but her desire for her own bed with me remains unaltered. She does not find fault with this arrangement.
Thus, it is not unexpected to wake up to find that a slumbering Fez has been resting her cheek against my member for an extended period.
Now, it is time for me to journey to Yarik, where I shall discard all unnecessary thoughts from my feverish streams of consciousness. I have purged my mind of intimacies and set out for Moscow, bound for the Kremlin and my vassal, Jaromir.
My visit was brief, yet I obtained what I sought from Jaromir's presence. I merely observed Patriarch Tikhon and the sparring session of two young archmages from the Emperor's Guard, who had recently attained their rank. By the by, there were seven of them in attendance, and they subsequently departed for Alfonso's domain.
My brother-in-law, who has not long ago abandoned the status of a bachelor, is now a contented husband and a proud father. I am delighted that his wife, Lyubava, is a witcher, and thus, their children are also part of this lineage, which means that they will be raised and trained within the Order of the Dragon, a mandatory prerequisite for all witcher offspring.
The children of witchers must attend the Witcher School and join the ranks of the Order. Thus, my friend will not have to worry about the upbringing of his future children. Lyubava will ensure that they receive the necessary guidance and support, and the Order will ensure they develop into strong individuals with admirable qualities. Currently, their twins, Gunther and Griselda, are only eighteen months old. They are boisterous, playful, and full of energy.. I recall that a month ago there was a first serious altercation in their household, or rather, not even a quarrel, but an assault upon Alfonso, for failing to change the protective amulets in the home and allowing the children, as an exception, into the delights of the pantry, where ingredients were stored. As a consequence, the young ones, being of the same flesh and blood as their father, were granted access to the inner sanctum — the repository of ingredients and other precious materials, whereupon they proceeded to trample upon the alluring aromas. Together, they nearly completely despoiled the leg of one of Dagon's progeny, which I had once bestowed upon my brother, along with other fragments of this ancient deity.. And then the children suffered from a stomach ache for a week, and Alfonso was not spared, for in a fit of rage, the irate witch had knocked out his teeth, which would not grow back for the poor man, all because of a persistent curse that could not be removed. In her anger, she had cursed the man in a way that would cause him to experience the same pain their children had endured due to his negligence in allowing them to eat almost thirty kilograms of dark meat. How on earth did they manage to consume so much?
Only when the children began to recover did the curse on Alfonso's face dissipate, allowing him to regrow his jaw with new teeth. Following this incident, he became fearful of his wife, and subsequently cursed me for advising him to conduct a wedding according to the ancient Sidhe rite. Such a union significantly increased the likelihood of producing offspring with superior genetic combinations and gifts from both parents, while also fostering an unprecedented spiritual closeness between the spouses and granting them nearly equal rights within the marriage. It became clear that he could no longer influence or reason with his loyal wife, who firmly believed she was right.
"Greetings, my friend. What kind of celebration do you have written all over your face?"
Ah, it seems he has learned another lesson. Otherwise, how could he have acquired such a prominent bump on his forehead, accompanied by a bruise on the lower part of his face?
"Greetings, Svyatozar! My children have proven to be extraordinary! Imagine, after consuming the flesh of the deity you slew, the twins have developed remarkable imaginative faculties. Griselda and Gunther refused to take the medication prepared by Lyubava and, fleeing from her, stumbled into the shadows and emerged in the Rocky Retreat! Can you believe such a feat? They have traversed not just one realm, but the very edge of multiple worlds."
Alfonso, overcome with admiration and elation, shared this news with me, although it fails to fully explain the expression of awe on his face.
"What is amiss with your countenance?"
Once more, a diffident and dishevelled primary school student appeared before me.
Well, as you know, when our twins vanished with Lyubava, I had to find them. Naturally, with the aid of a search ritual, I located them in a witcher's nursery, where they were sitting on the tail of a Manticore. I was astonished by their spatial mobility, as I had not considered the possibility of finding them in another realm.
Upon retrieving the children, I promptly transferred them to my laboratory, where I commenced investigating their abilities. As anticipated, I conducted an initial evaluation, followed by the introduction of markers to establish the reference points for their new existence.
Excuse me, I seem to have lost my train of thought. What were we discussing? Ah, yes, the bruises. My apologies for getting sidetracked by analysis and research. My laboratory and ritual room are completely shielded from the outside world, ensuring privacy and confidentiality.. As a result, Lubava was unaware of our return and had been under the impression that I had been searching for our children and was unable to find a moment to spare. By the time the third hour of our absence had passed, she was on the verge of hysteria, having summoned her parents and other witchers from the Order's leadership. They organized a search and rescue operation until they were apprised of my arrival at the Rocky Shelter, where I had taken the children and departed. Upon hearing the news, my wife immediately returned home, rushing to my laboratory, only to find me there with the children, engaged in attempting to capture a feeble demon.
In response to my bewilderment and shock, she explained, "While I was occupied with deciphering the diagnostic results of the children, I summoned an innocuous imp. I cast a subservient spell upon it and instructed it to entertain the children in my absence. It appears that Gunther had intended to devour it entirely. In essence, the situation was such that..."
Now I comprehend the ardour of all his progeny in the past for the aspiration to derail the life trajectory of this eminently gifted sire.
Regardless of how feeble the daemon may be, any daemon exudes negativity in its vicinity and other deleterious energies that are utterly unfit for young minds, and this eminently gifted Mr. Best Parent of the Year, too, commanded it to approach the children and entertain them. Yet, the fact that the imp sought to avoid the children is peculiar. They are not only drawn to innocent spirits, but subordinate orders from on high flew to their innate desire to be near the children, yet he, on the contrary, endeavoured to evade them.
"And what of your children?" I inquired, curious as to what was so extraordinary about them that had Alfonso so agitated.
They have discovered an extraordinary talent inherent only in certain types of fae, allowing them to adopt the formidable abilities of creatures whose flesh they consume. Naturally, further experimentation is required; without rigorous scientific inquiry, it is impossible to make a definitive assessment of their capabilities, but it is clear that their powers surpass those of kitsune and Nagas by an order of magnitude.
As he enthused, he failed to notice his wife in the living room, who had been standing behind him throughout his speech about the importance of research. Alas, this fool will likely survive his encounter unscathed, with yet another battle scar added to his countenance.