Nathanial sat in front of a computer. He had commandeered one from an office nearby. (Nathanial was still amazed that there were any functioning cities.)
The office employees tried to get him off the computer. But after breaking one of their legs, they were more amicable.
Nathanial searched for where Jean's house was on shoegol.
And just as he was moving to press the enter key. Everything slowed down.
The screen in front of Nathanial stuttered and flickered.
And suddenly new words were on the computer screen.
{Human's unpressed by the press. That is an issue that is pressing. For presently those who are unpressed may de-press. And that is not permissible. So then? How do you repress the unpressed flesh? To repress the unpressed flesh without walking through the disgusting door. There is something you must fetch. The human's ultimate press that leaves even the golden flesh a little im-pressed. The uranium canister of curses. It is something you must snatch. For if not, your soul will be slapped into crap. And that would be crap. And if not not. Or if so. Then, to eternity your soul will be sown.}
Nathanial looked at the words before him. If one were to have lived for less time than him. Then, they might be confused about what the words meant and where they came from. But Nathanial knew these words very well.
In all the universe. In all of the floor, the sky and the dirt. This was the greatest opportunity.
Nathanial knew what this meant.
It means that. DIVINITY AWAITS!
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Fear and confusion. Since the beginning of the apocalypse. John would wake up every morning embroiled in fear and confusion.
Three was something he was missing. Something crucial that he had to remember.
Something dark. Something possibly evil.
Yet John had no idea what it was.
~Well. I might as well get my day started.~
John swung himself out of bed. With a grin on his face, he looked around himself. Almost immediately, he focused on his Babies.
Stove. Refrigerator. And Band-Aid. The three most incredible beings in the world.
John reached out and ran his hand along their scalps. The dragons looked back at John with a look that he hoped was a smile.
Next, John walked over to his bathroom. With some effort, he squeezed himself through the door.
John then went into the shower. He turned on the shower head and started to do what amounted to yoga poses as the shower water poured on him.
Although the real objective of those poses was to be able to clean his whole body.
Ugh. I'm going to have to walk today.
The very notion of that action filled John with irritation. For John, walking was similar to sticking a barbed spear up one's anus.
Next, John put on his clothes, which a maid had freshly cleaned. Then he walked down the stairs and into the dining room.
Every day, a hearty meal would be waiting for John and his dragons. And the three people that John knew best in the world would be sitting at the dinner table with him.
Cassandra, Rob and Charles.
But today there was one other person sitting at the dinner table.
A man with deathly pale skin and a familiar face.
It took John a few moments of staring until he realized what he was looking at.
I.... I just can't.
John motioned to turn around and walk away.
"It's been a while, John."
Only for him to pause.
John turned around and looked at the man sitting at the dinner table.
No one ever expects to wake up one day and come face to face with the man that you murdered.
But that's what John was encountering now.
What…. What do I do? John thought to himself
As had happened so many times before… A calm settled over John.
You need to ensure they don't know what you did. If they do, then he'll use it to place guilt on you and devalue your position in the group.
So then, what's next?
You need to destroy his credibility. You need to destroy his reputation in the eyes of the people around him to such a degree that they won't question it the day he suddenly goes missing.
John killed him once. So there wasn't even a hint of doubt in John's mind that he would kill him again.
With a slightly pale face and deathly calm eyes, John looked at Dude.
"Weren't you that guy who tried to mug me in the Warrior test?" Asked John
Nathanial squinted at him.
"What. Are you accusing someone you just met of mugging you!" Yelled Dude
A smile crept onto John's face.
"You just said before that this isn't our first meeting." Said John
Nathanial's face twisted until it looked like he'd sucked on a lemon.
"It's nice to meet you again… Dude."
"I go by Nathanial now."
John smiled a bit more.
"Oh. So you've changed your name, to. Isn't that nice?"
With John's usual pounding footsteps, he walked over to his chair and sat down.
John practically inhaled his meal while everyone sitting at the table silently stared at him.
"Anyways….. Nathanial will be staying here for a while. The government has sent him to be one of my bodyguards." Said Jean
No one said a word in response.
They ate the meal in silence. The sound of smacking lips and the occasional yip from the dragons was all that could be heard.