Date- 5 April 2321
Time- 03:21
Location- Southern Region, Blossom district, Sky Blossom City, St. Raymond’s Cemetery
p-A- n-d-A-n-0-v-e-1、(c)om “I guess I will have to take your word for it as I don’t remember my mother’s eyes,” It has been so long since my birth mother’s death all I could remember of her was a warm feeling. I could have the Hive AI tap into my childhood memories to get any memories it could find about her but I did not want to go through that. Some things were better as they were, it’s better not to try and find something that you did not want to find in the first place.
It took me a second to realize the card demigod in front of me was not talking about my birth mother but young Wyatt’s birth mother I can’t be blamed for misunderstanding, though I have two sets of memories, I never let young Wyatt’s memories mess with my psyche. It was better that way.
I would have turned and left after answering the card demigod feigning ignorance but the other for high realm visitors silently descended in the cemetery. If not for my soul pupils and soul ears, I would not have realized that all my retreats were closed by them. Not that I could escape them but it showed that these high realm card apprentices were planning to use the darkness of the night to leave a lasting impression on me with a silent and spooky entrance, in a similar fashion as the card demigod that spoke of mama Wyatt’s eyes.
“That is not funny,” General Baylor said with a frown, finding that Ellen’s son did not seem to have that much respect for her. But then he turned to look at the tombstone engraved ‘Here lies loving mother and wife Ellen Wyatt.’ his brows eased, knowing that no unfilial son would visit their parent’s grave this late at night. Thinking to himself that maybe this kid uses distasteful comedy to mask his sorrow he questioned the kid with a deep sorrow obvious in his voice, “Is this where she rests?”
“Who?” I knew that the card demigod in front of me was talking about mama Wyatt but me answering him would only defeat the entire purpose of the tombstones.
Listening to the boy, Baylor raised one of his eyebrows and wondered if Ellen’s son was using humor for comfort or a little slow up there and uttered, “Ellen Wyatt.”
“That’s what the tombstone read,” I said while ordering Hive AI to figure out the identities of these high-level card apprentices surrounding me using the memories of Clown Mask. But there was a problem, except for the card demigod who had revealed his face to me, I did not know what the other four visitors looked like as my soul pupils only allowed me to distinguish people based on their soul pathway and arrangements.
Baylor did not expect such an answer from the boy and then thinking that the kid was using humor to mask his feelings he decided to get through to him with humor saying, “You sure you are Ellen’s son?”
“Nope, I am the cemetery guard. If you pardon me, I will get back to my rounds,” Saying that I flew to the sky knowing that the other four high realm card apprentices were blocking my retreat hidden in the darkness of the night, only to be pulled back by a mysterious force toward a mature gorgeous woman, she had this wild aura about her that made me imagine myself with her in every sexual position known to mankind. And I had this nagging feeling as if I had seen her somewhere, only when Hive AI identified her as Anna’s grandmother did I know why she felt so familiar.
“It has been a while since someone dared to look at me like that,” As a card demigod, Colleen had heightened senses and intuition, they all screamed about the vulgar look on the boy’s face.
I immediately snapped out of my fantasies about dominating Anna’s beautiful grandma in the dirtiest and most erotic position I could think of and hurriedly greeted her yelling, “Long Live the Queen, your beauty is unparalleled throughout the realms known and unknown to humankind.”
“Kid, aren’t you daring? Was this sweet tongue of yours what captured my granddaughter’s heart?” Colleen said, reminding the kid that the only reason she was tolerating him was because of her granddaughter. Even though the boy had corrected his sight, Colleen could still feel his vulgar thoughts alarming her heightened intuition. It had been ages since she had been thought molested. But what intrigued her most about this situation was that the kid knew who she was and capable of yet he continued to be daring and push his luck. So she could not help but ask, “Are you not afraid of death or consequences far worse than death?”
“If that is the cost of admiring the true beauty I am gladly willing to pay,” I really meant what I said. Surrounded by demigods with unclear motives for me, I really had nothing much I could do but to give in to the most primal instinct any man would feel in my situation, with my chances of survival less than slim, to transfer my genes. Maybe I would have approached this situation differently if Jill and Anna hadn’t left me hanging or if I had just rubbed one out in the motel.
“Your majesty, forgive my rudeness but let me rip his limbs and poke his eyes out to knock some sense into him,” Demigod Backster offered, feeling that the majesty of his queen was being sullied by a sewer rat and he wondered why would Anna fall for some like him.
“You can try,” Baylor said glaring at Demigod Backster.
Colleen signaled Backster to step back while Agent Lois let Baylor use this opportunity to show the boy who was really on his side. They all were demigods and one had a godly physique, how could the vulgar thoughts of the boy escape their perception?
Seeing the boy continuing with his antics despite the ruckus surrounding him, Colleen admired his guts but disapproved of him as the partner her granddaughter had chosen for herself and said, “You are lucky I hate to be the reason my granddaughter is sad.”
“No, I am lucky because I got to see the most beautiful creation to ever set foot in this world.”
With the boy’s words the atmosphere surrounding the cemetery suddenly grew a lot colder and quieter, as if the Ice-age had descended. Even the four who accompanied Colleen forgot to breathe.
