Chapter Two…First prey

Mike sat in the old love seat his grandfather had spent a lot of his time in. It had been two weeks since he made his shocking discovery and in that time he thought about the power he twirled and flipped with his fingers. The house itself felt more homelike now his things were moved in. He didn’t have to work with that inheritance he received. As for college, being a senior meant most of his assignments were online anyways. Nothing but idle time now. Of course they say idle hands are the devil’s playthings. He stopped twirling the coin for a moment and gazed upon it. Since it drew his blood, things began to creep into his mind. The coin somehow imparted an almost instinctive knowledge to him. It was magic, that much he knew, and the words inscribed on them from a long-forgotten dialect of Thai. Mike surmised that might be how his grandfather came to own it in the first place. His grandfather was stationed in Thailand during the Vietnam War. Nevertheless, it was his now as the blood drawn formed a “contract” of sorts making Mike the new owner. It had the power to shrink anyone he wished. He could even shrink objects within reason. He tested it out on his grandpa’s old 68’ Mustang Fastback and shrunk it down to the size of a model toy. Everything still worked on it after having done so. It made Mike begin to wonder that the cars his grandpa let him play with as a kid were actually real cars…from previous victims. Something he would look into later.

“Fuck it” he said with a grin deciding to use the coin. Now that he decided to use it, he began planning. He couldn’t just go off and shrink a girl. Not these days. Some thought had to go into it. Mike knew his grandfather was onto something using New York as a hunting ground. A girl going missing in a city that large wouldn’t cause a stir. However, he had to be more careful than his grandpa. These days cameras were everywhere…mostly. Cellphones, GPS, ATM cameras, even simple traffic cams and outdoor webcams could expose him. He wasn’t undaunted though. Build a better mousetrap you’ll just make a better mouse. Plenty of blind spots if one knew where to look. Deciding on a plan, a simple one, he got into his car. A 2008 grey Toyota Camry. One in millions on the road and easily blended in with traffic.

New York was a simple hour drive away from home and once he entered the city, he drove to a small club. Saturday evening meant a lot of people. A lot of people meant one going missing wasn’t a big deal and more to choose from. Mike sat down and ordered a club soda. Patiently he eyed the crowd, looked at the corners of the room for cameras, observed where the bathrooms were, and then finally the women. Two hours had passed before settling onto one girl. She sat on a stool 25 feet away all alone. Thin but not skinny, black dress, white with her black hair in a ponytail. Mike had observed that two girls had spoken to her earlier. Her friends possibly but Mike knew the real deal with them. Being an MP for the army meant observing things one usually wouldn’t notice. Mike suspected the other girls brought this girl he chose along for a not so friendly purpose. The other two were prettier and better dressed compared to this low rent goth girl he had his eyes on. “Probably dragged her along to make themselves look better in comparison” he thought. Her dress looked cheap, but her shoes weren’t. Black Prada platform heels that were too big for her feet. The girl looked bored sitting there mindlessly clapping the back of her shoe against her bare heel. Stirring her apparently nonalcoholic drink oblivious to the man watching her. One may wonder why Mike wouldn’t target one or both of the prettier girls. Ah, but those kind of girls attract more eyes. More people that would remember them. The poor little goth girl? Nobody would remember her.

And then she got up and went to the bathroom. Mike had been waiting for that. Following very close behind, they rounded the corner and perfect, nobody was there waiting their turn to go in. He had to act fast. He pulled out the coin, squinted like he was aiming a gun and squeezed it in his hand. “Four inches” he thought as the Magic kicked in. There was no burst of light, no thunderclap, magic words hanging in the air. None of that. One moment she was a normal 5’5" and the next…not. The only evidence of something strange occurring was a faint hiss like someone screwing open a soda bottle as the small vacuum of air rushed in to fill the void. And of course, a now unconscious four-inch girl on the floor. Mike quickly pocketed the girl and slowly walked out.

Mike had suspected that knocking them out was a side effect of the split-second shrinking. The physical shock overwhelming the victim. Apparently he was right as she was out like a light in his cup holder. He drove home not daring to speed and when he arrived home, carried his catch in. Mike took photos with an old DLSR camera not daring to use his own phone. Every millimeter of her clothed body he photographed. A before picture he mused. She had her own pretty charms as he was able to study her in better detail. Finger and toenails painted black. A necklace. Decent tits. Mike pondered why she didn’t try to attract her own men. No matter, she had in the worst way. She began to stir. She opened her eyes, sat up and looked at Mike. “What’s up?” he asked. She let out a scream. “Gotta get used to that” Mike said rubbing his ear. She stood up and took one frantic step before twisting her ankle and falling. “Yeah I doubt you can run in those shoes” he said. The girl yanked them off and stumble ran away from him on the table. Mike patiently sat watching as she stopped and looked down. “Yeah at your size it would be like a 50-foot fall” he said. “It’s a dream. It’s a dream” she muttered. “Nope” he said getting up and dragging the screaming girl back close to him. “That’s swelling pretty bad” Mike said getting up. He returned with scissors, gauze, and ice. She watched terrified as he tore and then cut a strip of gauze very finely and small. “Hold still” he said using his fingers to home her leg. She began to jerk frantically kicking his fingers with her other foot. He grabbed her head. “First thing you’re going to learn here is to obey me. Do you understand?” he asked slightly squeezing her head with his fingers. “YES! JUST PLEASE STOP!” she yelled. Mike let go. She braced herself as he rubbed the ice cube up and down and all around her ankle. After the cube was mostly melted by his fingers, he dried her skin and began to carefully bandage her ankle. “That should do it. Flex and wriggle your toes” he said placing her barefoot on the tip of his finger. She did and he chuckled. “You have pretty toes. Actually, most of you is pretty” he said. She glared at him.

“When I was watching you in the club, I didn’t see how pretty you actually were. Bonus for me” he chuckled. “My friends will report me missing and then they’ll come for you!” she spat. “Oh, that’s unlikely. It’s been only an hour and a half since the club, but I bet your so-called friends don’t even know you’re gone. I’ve met people like you before. Got some girlfriends that are prettier than you, but you feel good being friends with them. They let you borrow their clothes, hang out with them. But when you’re out you don’t feel like you’re in the group. I bet they asked you not to drink tonight right?” he asked. She looked down. “They just brought you along as the designated driver. Sounds like shitty friends to me. They only hang with you because they can use you”’ he said. “You don’t know me! Like I’d take personal advice form a kidnapper” she scoffed. “Shrinking kidnapper. Let’s get it right but you know deep down I’m right though. Anyways, we should clear the air. I’m Mike or as you will get used to calling me…master. And your name is?” he asked. “Kate” she replied. “I’ll call you Katie for now. One moment” he said fishing into his pocket and picking out her shrunken purse. He dumped everything on the table. Kate’s eyes locked onto her phone until he picked it up. “NO!” she yelled as he easily crushed it between his fingers. “Not to get your hopes up but a breadcrumb sized phone wouldn’t be able to make a call anyways. Pretty sure you’ll want these tampons though” he laughed. “We’ll be having dinner and fun later but first a bath is in order” he said grabbing her.

He took her upstairs to the bathroom and began running water in the sink. He tested the water with his finger. “Good, now get out of those clothes” he said. She looked up at him. “Katie you’re going to have to get used to being naked. Sex toys don’t wear clothes. That would just be silly” he said. Katie began to cry softly as she took off her clothes. “Like I thought. Nice tits” he muttered as they popped out of her bra. Then she lowered her panties. “And the carpet matches the drapes. Neatly trimmed too. You could’ve done so much better than those girls” he sighed. She blushed and immediately shook her head not wanting to feel anything for her captor. Gingerly, she stepped into the water and elevated her swollen ankle. Mike collected water and carefully dribbled it onto her body. “Now just relax and let your master take care of you” he said soaping up his hands.

Mike started with her legs using his fingers to rub the suds in. Then came her tummy and breasts which he rolled around between his fingers enjoying watching her stifle a moan. Then her delicate arms and lastly her hair as he pulled out her ponytail. Mike spent some extra time washing her long black hair. Katie had closed her eyes. If she didn’t know better, she’d swore she was at a spa. Mike began to massage her limbs one by one concentrating not to snap her matchstick like bones. Once he figured that was enough, he collected water to rinse her. He had her climb out and stand still as he used toilet tissue to dry her off. She winced as his fingertip slipped between her ass cheeks. Shivered as it passed over her pussy. She closed her eyes as he dried her face. Mike paused looking at it. “Freckles?” he asked. “They’re ugly I know” she said. “Not really. They go with those nice green eyes you have” he said. “What the hell is with you?! You shrink me, kidnap me, watch me bathe, while you slip in these compliments!” she yelled. “Not like I’m lying. Katie, you’re going to have a very hard time adjusting to your new role in life. I’m going to do a lot of naughty things to you but what I won’t do is lie to you” he said with a ominous tone. Mike picked her up off the sink and bright her back to the table downstairs.

The wood felt cold on her bare skin as she watched the giant cook a modest dinner. Her stomach growled smelling the food. She hasn’t eaten in hours and was famished. Mike sat the plate down and pulled off a string of chicken, and small bit of green bean, and a drop of mashed potatoes. He was even polite enough to fill a bottle cap with cold water. Mike was amused watching the naked girl climb onto his plate like offering herself up to be his dinner. The thought of swallowing her alive did intrigue him but she had potential enough to dissuade such thoughts…for now anyways. Katie devoured her food. “More” she said. “Ah ah ah. What do we say?” he asked. “Can I have more please…master?” she asked. Mike nodded and gave her more. Mike finished his dinner and so did she not long after. He brought her to the love seat and placed her on his thigh as he turned on the tv. He queued his favorite show on the smart tv. “Last time on Dragonball Z…”

“You like that?” she asked. “Of course. Only a weirdo wouldn’t like Dragonball Z. What shows do you like?” he asked. Quietly she rattled off some shows and Mike simply nodded. Truthfully he didn’t give a shit. It was just a way to get into her head. He laid back acting like he was listening. A few episodes in, he began to take advantage of her. Gentle kisses of her back and shoulders. “…master…” she said with a slight whine. He shushed her. His fingers playing with her tits one by one. “Please master” she said. His finger slipped down to her pussy. Mike began rubbing it. “Do you rub yourself? Of course you do. When nobody is around you get horny and rub yourself. It feels go doesn’t it?” he whispered to her. “No…” she whispered back. “Liar” he said showing her wetness on the tip of his finger. She watched him suck it off. “Tangy and sweet” he said picking her up and turning her upside down. “Wha…what’re you doing?!” she asked as he spread her legs with his fingers. “Eating your pussy silly” he said. Katie let out a squeal as his tongue parted her ass cheeks. “Stop…stop it please” she begged. Mike didn’t care about her begging and whining. He had waited all night to rape her cunt with his tongue. It was time to make her his. She sobbed as his tongue licked and teased her pussy for every drop of nectar it could give him. Her teeny, little tears falling on his pants leg went unnoticed.

“Goddamn you taste good Katie. Come here” he said flipping her back up and covering her face with his lips. She punched his nose as he roughly kissed her. She coughed as her mouth was flooded with his saliva. “We’re…which means I, will be having so much fun together. So much fun” he said before kissing her little feet. “And we should get to bed. It’s late. As much as I want you to stick that cute little tongue into my piss hole tonight, I’m exhausted” he said before taking her to his bedroom. She looked out of his window once there. “The neighbors” he said pointing to the lights in the far distance. He let her have a good long look form his palm. “I know what you’re thinking. Slipping out of the house someway after I fall asleep. Good luck with that. At your size, the neighbors are over 20 miles away. And this time of year, this area is rife with snakes, possums, and raccoons. You wouldn’t get 200 feet before some critter eats you” he said. Katie whimpered slightly. Mike took off his clothes and got into bed. He placed her nearby and even gave her a giant pillow. He tucked her in nice and neat. “Word of warning. I snore” he chuckled.

Katie, exhausted from the entire ordeal, actually fell asleep. She awoke to the feeling of being picked up. She opened her eyes and was met with the sight of Mike’s cockhead. Unceremoniously, he began jerking her up and down his cock faster and faster. “Easy Mike. Don’t want to fuck and kill her. But damn her tits feel good on my dick” he thought. “Oh god no…” she muttered feeling it twitch before spraying her with his seed. “Ahhh…great way to start the day” he said taking her to the bathroom. He took a piss as she cleaned herself in the sink. She looked at him. “Could be worse. Could’ve had you worship my cock after I pissed” he chuckled. Mike took a shower and helped her pee. Katie found it humiliating to have the giant hold her legs open over the giant bowl and tinkle. He carried downstairs and fixed breakfast. Katie wondered if this would be her life from now own. Servicing a giant’s whims. Her old worries felt so trivial compared to the new ones. “At…at least he’s feeding me actual food” she tried to calm herself with thinking optimistically. Little did she know, she would soon have company.

Tried my hand at it

Decided to do some writing. Enjoy

Chapter 1…Legacy

Michael, or Mike as he preferred to be called by his friends slowly made his way to his grandfather’s attic. He couldn’t remember the last time he was up there. 10 years? 15 maybe? In any event, it was the last part of the house he hadn’t checked since he officially moved in two days ago. As it was, his grandfather, who raised him alone since he was a young boy, had recently passed away and left him the house. He hadn’t stepped foot into it since the day he left for the army 8 years ago. He regretted that as his grandfather, a strange old man, was his only family after his parents passed in an auto accident many years before.

The attic floor creaked as he walked. Dust particles sparkled in the sunlight coming through the window. “Jesus!” he yelled as his own reflection in an old mirror startled him. He wiped the dust off the glass and took a moment to admire himself. 26 years old with auburn hair, skin slightly tanned from swimming that summer, hazel eyes, and a slightly toned 6-foot one inch frame. Girls at the college he attended (thanks to the GI Bill) found him attractive, but he didn’t feel any real connection to them. Physical definitely but nothing more. Mike sat down on the floor and began going through random boxes. One box held old stocks and bonds from long dead companies. “Worthless” he muttered. Another old photo albums he chose to keep. Papers, old toys, random knickknacks of little value in others. And then he found one box buried like it was hidden behind and underneath all the others. Mike was curious as this box was different. An antique old strong box made of oak and iron the size of a footlocker from his army days. A padlock kept it shut. Mike got a hammer out of the garage and after a few hits broke off the time worn lock. With bated breath, he opened it. “The hell…” he muttered seeing the contents.

Inside wasn’t money, jewelry, or anything of obvious value. Inside was Polaroids, a VHS tape, a shoebox, and a large silver coin. Mike picked up the old pictures first. “Whoa, grandpa made homemade BDSM pictures?” Mike said half amused half surprised. On one photo was a naked woman tied up visibly crying. “Uhh…she doesn’t look like she agreed to that. Did grandpa…” he thought. He shook his head not believing his grandfather was some kidnapping rapist. However, Mike did remember times when his grandfather would stare at a pretty girl and grin. “Who doesn’t do that?” Mike thought. He went through the pictures, better part of 50, and each one had some young woman bound. When Mike got to the last photo, he noticed something was off. Next to her was a tomato shaped bean bag chair…or so he thought at first. It was no chair; it was a pin cushion. A gigantic pin cushion with equally gigantic needles stuck into it. Mike looked at the other photos. “Holy shit” he muttered noticing similar impossible things in them. A paper clip used as handcuffs. A pencil jammed in one woman’s pussy and not a pole. Looking closer, the rope binding them was too fine. “String” he muttered. Mike put the pictures down. “Get ahold of yourself. Grandpa shrunk these girls and raped them? Sounds just as crazy said out loud Mikey. Grandpa was into weird shit and photoshopped…” he told himself until a glance at one picture had a date on it. March 12, 1987. “Not photoshop” he muttered. Mike didn’t know what to think now and was dubiously curious to what was on the VHS tape. Mike took it and went down to the living room.

He knew for some time grandpa wasn’t about the newest tech. Old bubble tv, VCR player, the cheapest DVD player you could think of. The only reason his grandfather had a cell phone was because his grandson worried he’d fall down the stairs one day trying to answer the landline. Anyways, Mike inserted the VHS tape and pressed play.

“Whoa. Old” Mike muttered seeing the date in the screen. July 12, 1992. Apparently his grandfather had used a camcorder to record this. Mike recognized the table and furniture on the screen. He glanced at the kitchen table to confirm it. “Got a fresh one today. Some stupid Spring Breaker on Coney Island” he heard his grandfather say. The camera moved towards the kitchen table and then zoomed. Mike stared stunned as what he couldn’t see before was now clear as day. A girl around 18…maybe 19 laying on the table. Cut off shorts, a shirt that said NYU, and flip flops. She was attractive to Mike with her long black hair and peanut tanned colored skin. “For a second I thought I would miss the chance as I thought I left the coin at home. Just was under my wallet was all” his grandfather chuckled. He zoomed closer. “Long toned legs leading to some cute tiny feet” he said tracing his finger up and down her right leg. Mike estimated from the size of his finger she couldn’t have been more than four inches. His grandpa snaked his finger underneath her shirt and pulled it up slightly. “Nice, really nice tits” he muttered before letting go of her shirt. Then his grandfather missed the tiny girl on the cheek. “You’ll do so nicely” he chuckled. His breath stirred her from sleep. His grandfather rushed to mount the camcorder on a tripod and focus in. “Wha…what happened?” the girl asked waking. She took one look at his grandpa and screamed.

“It a dream. It’s only a dream” she muttered. "Oh, it’s no dream sweetie. I was cruising around and spotted you and thought “she’d make a nice sex toy” the man snickered. He poked her hard enough she fell on her ass. “Oh god…god please don’t hurt me” she begged crying. “If you do as I say you won’t be harmed…much. How about we start off by taking off your shirt and bra and flashing me those tits” he said. “Please don’t make me…” she was saying before he flicked her in the face causing her to yelp in pain. “Now what did I say about doing what I say?” he asked waving his finger. She took off her shirt and then her bra. “Don’t cover those puppies up” he chuckled. She put her arms to the side. “C cup right? Or now probably negative times ten c cup” he laughed. She glared at him. “Now the pants and panties” he said. She obeyed slipping off her shirts and then panties. “Bikini wax. Smooth as silk” he said placing s fingertip on her bare pussy. He placed his finger right underneath between her legs and rubbed her pussy causing her to sob and moan at the same time. “Not yet” he said with a smile licking his finger. He pushed her on his ass and used his fingers to slip off her flip flops. “Ticklish?” he asked grinning as he takes his fingernail up and down her tiny soles. She held in a laugh. She wouldn’t give him that at least. Reflexively, her tiny toes curled on his fingertip. “Pretty little feet with their painted red toenails. How’d you know red was my favorite color? Were you expecting me?” he laughed. She tensed up as he leaned in to smell her little feet. “Just a hint…a hint of rubber and sweat” he said smiling before kissing her feet. “What’s your name little one?” he asked. “Jennifer…Jennifer Ambers” she replied frightened. Mike paused the tape and pulled out his smartphone. He typed into the browser “Jennifer Ambers Coney Island”.

“Reported missing on July 14, 1992. Last known whereabouts was Coney Island two days before reported by the cab driver who dropped her off. Hasn’t been seen since” Mike read from an archived article from the New York Times. Mike confirmed it was the same girl for sure by her picture in the paper. Mike unpaused the video. The man picked her up and placed her in his palm. “So pretty, so vulnerable” he whispered before planting kisses on her little tummy. Then he licked it. His tongue went up and with his lips sucked her tiny tits into her mouth. “It hurts…please it hurts” she whined as he sucked harder and harder stretching her tits. Eventually he let go and she sobbed and massaged her reddened tits. “Now a gentle kiss” he chuckled sucking her head into his mouth. Her screams rattled his teeth and fillings. He could taste her sweat, tears, and remnants of shampoo. Her little hands beating against his cheeks. Her legs kicking in the air. Then she began to relax. He pulled her out of his mouth, and she gasped for air. “Oops. Almost suffocated ya” he snickered. He gently petted the traumatized girl. “I’m sorry really. When I get a new toy I kinda lose control for the first time with em” he said. “Please don’t hurt me please” she begged wholeheartedly. “Jennifer, I want you to spread your legs because you need to get your cute tiny pussy licked and sucked. Do that for me okay?” he said softly. Jennifer obeyed and even smiled as she did it.

He was gentle. Mike saw that much as his grandpa licked her cunt wetting it up before closing his lips around it. Jennifer hung onto his nose as a finger pressed on her back steadying her. She moaned and groaned as she began to grind her pussy in his mouth. Her tiny feet and toes digging into his cheeks as her giant captor ate her out. And with a cute moan, more like a chirp really, came. She arched her back and scrunched her toes as he slurped up every drop of pussy nectar her shrunken body could provide him. He gave her a few minutes to come down as he pet her. “See? Being a shrunken sex slave isn’t so bad. There are rewards. No more worries about food, clothing, or housing. You’ll get used to your chores in time. Speaking of which, since you got off, it’s time for you to help me out” he said putting her down for a moment to take off his pants and undies. Her eyes went wide seeing the biggest cock of her life. “Since its your first day, we can take it easy. A footjob” he said. His moved his cock so now it loomed over her like a one-eyed behemoth. She got on her back and pressed her tiny feet on his shaft.

The irony was Jennifer was on the college freshman track team and therefore trained for stamina. “That’s it, work those tiny feet” he hissed as she rubbed his cock back and forth. She cringed feeling his tough, leathery like cock skin underneath her minuscule bare soles. The blood pumping through it, the twitching, it gave her goosebumps. But she figured doing what he said was the easiest way to stay alive and maybe…maybe get help. “It’s coming Jenny. Going bust all over ya!” he groaned. She closed her eyes and felt a torrent of warm, metallic smelling semen coat her from eyebrows to toenails. “Whew! Was kinda backed up since I haven’t done this in a while. Go on. Taste it” he said scoping a drop on his finger. Jennifer crammed it into her mouth and swallowed. She nearly puked on the spot swallowing what was to her 20 ounces of cum. " Yaay! You did it. Good girl" the man said smiling. His grandfather picked her up and cut off the video. Mike thought that was the end, but it wasn’t. The video suddenly resumed but the time was now a month later. “Evening master. How was your day?” Jennifer asked naked. “Long day. Some idiot wanted us to convert some of our records to CD-ROM. Like that bullshit format is going to take off” he scoffed. “I’m sorry to hear that. Would you like me to worship your cock to make you feel better?” she asked. “Naw. Just spread your legs” he replied picking her up. She did as told and he ate her pussy out on video. The video ended not longer after she came. Mike was astonished to find out that the tape itself was more akin to a video diary of him keeping her. At one point, he even gave her a cupcake with a candle in it for her birthday. He even gave her new hand sewn clothes as a Christmas present. Even though she called him master, it seemed she grew to love him. “I think grandpa invented shrunken Stockholm syndrome” Mike muttered.

But at the end up the six-hour long tape it took a different turn. Mike looked at the date. April 3, 1993. His grandfather had kept her as a pet for months and by all accounts was well cared for. The clip began like the others, him talking about his day and her listening. But as he talked he drank, and drank, and drank. 20 minute in he was piss drunk and yanking his cock out. He grabbed Jennifer, who squeaked from the sudden movement, pulled her skimpy clothes off, and began furiously jacking her up and down his cock. Then suddenly he stopped. “Wha…what was that sound? It sounded like something snapping” he muttered. He lifted her to his face. “Jen? Jenny?” he asked poking her. “Fuck! I went and broke her goddamn neck” he spat sitting in his seat. His grandfather simply sat there staring at her corpse for a half hour. And then without any ceremony lifted her to his now open mouth, placed her in, and with an audible gulp caught by the camera, swallowed her. The man got up and left the view. When he returned, he slipped her clothes into a shoebox. "She was a good one. A good one. I’ll have to find another he muttered softly reaching into his pocket and pulling out the silver coin Mike had found earlier. The tape ended and auto rewinded.

Mike sat there in shock. His grandfather had shrunk a girl somehow using a coin, raped her, tamed her, and then killed and ate her. The more he thought about it, the more he doubted his own eyes. Mike went back to that strong box as if needing more proof. There was the coin and the shoebox. He picked up the shoebox and opened it. “Fuck me” he muttered. Inside was a pile of shrunken clothing an inch thick. “It must be dozens, no more than that” he muttered trying to count how many he shrunk over the years. Each one never seeing their families again. Mike began going through random items of clothing. Sneakers, teeny, little socks, panties, lots of panties, shirts, jeans, skirts, dresses, heels, sandals, flip flops, one very familiar shirt that said NYU. Mike wondered how long his grandfather had been doing this. Mike might have got his answer when he picked up one shirt between his fingers that said “Reagan Bush '80”. Mike packed the shoebox back the way it was and looked upon the coin. He wondered how could a coin shrink anyone. Carefully, he picked it up and held it between his index finger and thumb. “Oww!” he muttered feeling a sharp prick on his thumb pad. He dropped the coin and he saw a small drop of his blood seemingly be absorbed into the coin. The coin began to glow ominously red with strange writing circling it glowing red hot. And then…nothing. He picked the coin and found it not a bit hot. He picked it up and the moment he held it strangely knew what it was and how to use it. Knew as if it was instinct. He began to grin as he knew he had the power to take any woman he pleased. Take them and subject them to his whims. He couldn’t wait to try it on his own.

The quiet little suburbs of Stamford Connecticut couldn’t have possibly known what was brewing in that house nobody paid much attention to. A new cycle of torment was about to begin, and God help whoever girl caught Mike’s eye…

Who is this mystery woman? Find out in this week’s chapter of The Coin!

Chapter 4…Taking care of the pet

Today had been one of the most bizarre days of her shrunken life so far. Not the most bizarre as seeing Elena boiled and eaten alive took the top, but today was a close second. It began like normal, Mike making breakfast. Her eating said breakfast. And then afternoon came him wanting to ahem…play with her. As soon as his fingers latched to her tummy she cried out in pain. “…did I hurt you?” he asked. “It’s…it my time of the month. Cramps” she said. “Next time warn me” he growled. She watched him go the cabinet and pull out a bottle of pills. Crushing one on the table, he sprinkled a bit into her cap of water. “What is it?” she asked wary. “Tylenol” he replied. Katie drank the medicine he provided. Then, Mike handed her a shirt and sweatpants perfectly shrunk to her size. “Did some shopping. Noticed you got cold at night” he muttered. Katie slipped the clothing on, the first clothing she was really allowed to wear in weeks. Carefully, he wrapped his fingers around her body and lifted her off the table.

Mike laid down on the sofa placing her on his chest. She found it oddly comforting on his chest. His rhythmic heartbeat, steady breathing, the softness of his shirt, the giant finger caressing her back. And hour or so later she asked for water, and he gave her ginger ale for any issues with her stomach. Soon, she dozed off. Mike had been planning a bit of fun with her today. Sucking on her tiny little pussy for starters. Having her lick his cockhead until she was showered with semen later. Tickling her little feet until she begged him to stop to finish off the afternoon. “I’m not so bad as to do that when she’s on her period” he thought. Seemed Mike had odd priorities. He played with her hair for a while before starting on some assignment for college.

Placing her on the coffee table and using a (thankfully for her) clean sock as a sleeping bag to keep her comfortable, he began his work. Now and then he would take a small break. Looking around the local news he did see something interesting. “Kate Tanner reported missing April 15, 2022. Please call Crime Stoppers with any tips to her whereabouts” a very brief missing persons news tile said. “That’s her alright. And nobody has a clue where she is. Hehe…funny thing is if I called and said I shrunk and kidnapped her they take it as a crank call. Wonder if Elena was reported missing” he mumbled. After 20 minutes of looking around, Mike gave up not finding a single missing persons report filed. “A girl like her and nobody reports her missing? Not even from that dump of a store? More like they couldn’t. Elena might have been an illegal. Can’t draw attention to themselves. That gives me an idea" he thought. It had been three weeks since he went hunting and Mike was itching to find another woman. But first he needed to look after Katie.

While he wasn’t ignorant of the fact since being shrunk her bodily functions kept going as normal, he hadn’t thought about her reproductive system. Sure, he gave her those shrunken tampons as a joke but here she was menstruating. If she could still menstruate, in theory she could still get pregnant. Mike thought of shrinking some guy to fuck a baby in her. “No fuck that” he thought as he wanted no man to lay hands on his prize. If she was to get bred, Mike resolved for it to be his seed and nobody else’s. But how though? Obviously he wasn’t going to get his dick in her without splitting her in two. Mike began to give it real thought. “Her organs shrunk too obviously so that means her cells too. That would include her egg cells. Hmm, my sperm cells would be too large in that case. Like a tractor trailer trying to park inside a dollhouse garage. I could jerk it out and shrink it” he mused. Disturbing things were running though his head…

His train of thought broken when Katie stirred. “I have to pee master” she said yawning. Mike picked up and positioned her over the toilet. A little tinkle of drops and she was done. “You want lunch?” he asked. She nodded to him. Mike took her back to the kitchen where he whipped up two BLT sandwiches, one which he shrunk for her. Katie began eating during the awkward silence. “What are you taking classes for?” she asked. “Psychology” he replied. “I was studying sociology” she muttered. “Is that where you met your bullshit friends?” he asked. “They weren’t bullshit!” she yelled. Katie quickly reigned in her emotions. “Oh? Then why didn’t they report you missing?” he asked. “…what?” she asked startled. “Well, I found a missing persons report for you and while you were asleep did some digging. Last place anyone saw you was your dorm according to the report. It was only after your parents couldn’t get ahold of you on the phone they got concerned. So, what kind of friends don’t report you missing Katie?” he asked. Katie softly wept where she sat. Mike picked her up and placed her against his shoulder. “Please don’t hug me” she whimpered. “And why not?” he asked. “This is your fault” she said with a rising tone. “The missing part yeah but your choice in friends was all on you. Eventually, they would’ve talked you into something very stupid. I mean a naive girl like you…”

“I’m not naive!” she shouted. “Please. I bet you never even smoked weed before” he said. “I…I have too! One joint…” she whispered. Mike got up from the table and returned minutes later with the largest fattest doobie she ever seen. “When I need relaxing if you were wondering” he said firing it up. He took a few hits to get it going then lowered it down. “cough go on. Take a hit” he said. Katie didn’t know why she did. To appease him? Prove something to him? Maybe just out of stubbornness. Katie pressed her small little lips to the joint and took it. She coughed immediately. “Haha…lightweight” he chuckled. Annoyed, she took another drag, deeper this time and held it. Then she released. Mike would take a few puffs and then give it to her. Now, as you might imagine, it wouldn’t take much at all to stone a four-inch girl. By the time the doobie was gone, Mike was buzzed but Katie was high as shit. “Told you” she giggled. “Yeah you did. Feels good right?” he asked. “Hmm?” she lazily asked. “To let it hang out. Let ya hair down” he said. Katie nodded. Mike picked her up and carried her to the sofa. He sat down and began caressing her cheek. Mike was quite pleased as she snuggled into his finger. “I’m hot” she said stripping her clothing off. “Yes you are” he said. Katie giggled. “No, I’m not” she sighed. Mike laid back on his chest and pulled her close to his face. A tender kiss on her face. “Why do you put yourself down so much?” he asked. Katie looked away from him. Mike massaged her breasts between his fingers. Being on her period meant they were more sensitive than usual. “You have a lot to offer a guy…or girl if that’s your thing” he said. “I’m just some hick nerd from Delaware” she muttered. “Nerd girls can be sexy. Way less high maintenance” he said. Katie chuckled and wiped a tear from her eyes. “You’re not just saying that to fuck with me are you?” she whispered. “No” he replied. Katie sniffled and sat on her legs. She arched her back making her tiny breasts stick out. “Suck on them. Please…master” she said. Mike used his finger on her back to scoot her closer to his face where he gently took her tits between his lips.

Katie whimpered and sighed as his giant tongue teased her nipples. His warm saliva coating her breasts. As he sucked, his fingers caressed her body. His fingertip felt the tiny bumps of her spine, the curves of her ass, her calves, right down to her little feet. After about 20 minutes of this, she suddenly pulled her tits from his mouth and surprised him by giving him a kiss. Katie fell asleep not long after. Mike placed her aside of him and stared at her body. A grin, a mischievous grin crept upon his lips. By the time she awoke, it was dinner, and she was famished. Her high had come down and with a clear head was mortified of what she’d done. To say she was confused by her emotions was an understatement. She had willing given herself to him. Literally asked for it. And to complicate things, he was gentle. After dinner, Mike had on either thing planned that would add to her confusion. He had prepared for her a milk bath.

Literally poring milk into a bowl and heating it up until it was nice and warm. “Good for the skin or so I’m told” he said. Katie had fantasized about such a thing once along with being rich. Highly unlikely her fantasizes including taking one inside someone’s cereal bowl. Slowly she entered the bowl and relaxed into it. It felt strange to her. Naturally the milk is thicker than water, so it clung to her body. The smell was peculiar to the point she couldn’t describe it. Mike sat down near her gently rubbing it into her flesh and long black hair. Taking a sliver of soap, he suds her hair and then rinsed it. Then again and again before he started with her legs. Under his direction, she placed her heel on the edge of the bowl. His giant finger rubbing up and down her left leg from ankle to thigh. Rinse…repeat. Mike then concentrated on her tiny foot. He didn’t tickle her. Just a smooth, slow motion of his fingertip soaping her sole from heel to toes. She watched her giant captor delicately fit his fingernail between her toes as if not to leave one spot of his toy unclean. Once that foot was done he moved to the other one.

Katie had begun to forget her circumstances by that point. She did not mind his finger soaping her tits. In fact, instead of rolling them around between his fingers like he usually did, he took exceptional care with them. Even when his fingernail poked her nipple and she jumped, Mike apologized. “Sorry, I know they’re sensitive right now” he said softly. He bid her close her eyes as he washed her face. And when done said she could soak as long as she wanted. She did but not long as the milk was barely lukewarm by then. Mike ran the sink just warm enough to wash the traces of milk left on her body. Then with care, dried every millimeter of her. From the finger parting ass checks to the fingers drying her hair, Mike treated her like she was antique glass. Then, as a shock, Mike gave her a nightie made of very fine Egyptian cotton. Soft even to her shrunken touch and apparently hand stitched by Mike himself. Mike presented a hand mirror. “That’s…that’s me?” she asked never seeing herself so pretty. “Of course. Don’t know why you thought I was tricking you when I said you’re cute” he said off the cuff. Katie walked to the mirror he was still holding and touched her reflection. Katie began to cry. “Nobody has ever been this kind to me…ever. Said I was pretty, treated me to a milk bath, cleaned me. You even doted on me when I have my period. Why…why you?” she sobbed. Mike picked her up and carried her to the sofa. “I like you. Doing that makes me feel good. But what does it say that you had to be shrunk and kidnapped before you found a guy being nice to you?” he asked. Katie sobbed even harder.

“Do you want me to keep doting on you?” he asked. She nodded. “Then say it” he said. “Please…please love me. I don’t care about the other stuff just please don’t make me feel lonely anymore” she begged wholeheartedly in his palm. Mike leaned in and as he wished, she leaned in and kissed him of her own accord. Mike turned the tv to one of the shows she liked, and she snuggled onto his chest. When it got late he turned the tv off for them to go to bed. “Did…did my friends really not report me missing?” she asked. “Nope. They didn’t even give the police a statement. Hmm. Wonder if they said anything on social media?” he asked. She nodded. Mike looked up their profiles on Facebook after she gave him their full names. He placed the phone on the table for her to see everything after putting her down on it as well. Mike thumbed through their posts. “Oh…that’s not cool” he muttered. “They took a trip to Myrtle Beach with…ahem their new roommate bestie just a few days ago. Didn’t take long for them to move on from you” he said showing her. Mike watched in utter amusement as Katie angrily stomped the screen of his phone with her tiny feet. Not like she could damage it anyways. “FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU ASSHOLES!” she screamed. She stumbled and his open hand caught her. He brought her to his face where with his fingertip brushed her tears off her cheeks. “So now you know for certain you were used” he said. “I wish they would just die” she spat. “What if I gave you that chance? Would my little Katie take it?” he asked. “Yes” she said coldly looking up at him.

Mike grinned as his plan for Katie was coming along nicely. Nicely indeed…

Just little Katie resting in Mike’s hand as he collects falling leaves.

Some fun with Kanya
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Did some sw works in celebration of National Hispanic heritage month

Ellen Ochoa. First Hispanic woman in space

Rita Moreno winning an Oscar for Best Supporting Actress in West Side Story

Joan Baez. Anti-war and civil rights activist

Selena Perez. Latin pop and Tejano singer who paved the way for latin singers like Shakira, Ricky Martin, Jennifer Lopez

Chapter 6…Revelations pt. 1

“Don’t squirm” he told Katie on his sock. “It just feels so oily” she said. “They don’t make a sunscreen for shrunken girls. It’s either this or risk looking like a boiled lobster” he said as his fingers rubbed the drop of oil into her skin. Katie raised her right leg when he was done with the left. Underneath her thigh, across her calf, the top of her foot, and finally her tiny bare sole. “Ooh. Look at this glisten” Mike chuckled at her. “Funny. Can you even get sunburn in Connecticut?” she asked. “Absolutely. Just lay back and relax” he said. It had been two weeks since Katie had fully surrendered herself to him. Even joining him in murdering two women he had shrunk. Since then, he seemingly devoted his entire attention to her once more. Seeing her bored being kept in the house, he had the idea of using the sun deck behind the house for her to enjoy the outdoors. Katie was ecstatic to hear of his idea as she almost forgot was the sky looked like. For a beach blanket, a clean sock. No bikini necessary which thrilled Mike hoping her sexy little body would get a cute tan. His cell phone playing random Spotify tunes. Mixed alcohol in a shrunken glass. “Have you had a girlfriend before?” she asked him after he sat near her. “When I was younger. When I went to high school I tended to steer away from them. Found them to be vapid ignorant creatures. Then after being shipped off by the Army to Afghanistan, I didn’t have much time to chase pussy” he replied. “What do you like in a girl?” she asked softly.

“First thing she needs to be smart. I don’t do dumbasses. Second she needs to be kind and gentle. Physically? Hmm…nice ass and tits is a plus but if not it’s not a deal breaker. Don’t care about race. Oh, and nice feet. I love a girl with sexy feet. You might’ve noticed I have a foot fetish” he said. “I noticed” she chuckled. “What else…not fat or super skinny. That’s kinda it” he said. “So…do I fit what you’d find in a girlfriend?” she asked. “You asking if I consider you my girlfriend?” he asked smiling. “…yeah” she replied very softly. “Hmm…an interesting question. Can you have from romantic feelings for a sex toy?” he asked. Katie looked down at her toes sniffing. “Dammit I’m sorry. It was a shitty joke” he said scooting closer to her. “I do have feelings for you. And I do love you and want to make you happy. So yeah, you’re my girlfriend” he replied. She quickly hugged his cheek. “Sweetie you’re all oily” he said. “Sorry” she giggled. “Just lie back and enjoy the sun” he said going to his phone. Mike was checking if there were any leads in the disappearances of Lena, Carmella, and Amber. It was something he had done every day for two weeks since he took them. They did find Carmella’s car three days after being reported missing in the river. Law enforcement feared the worst, the river current swept their bodies away. Mike chuckled to himself as there was an update in the search. It had been called off and the girls were presumed dead. True, they were quite dead. Lena and Amber eaten alive. Carmella a stain on a paper towel in the trash.

After a few hours, a storm rolled in and began dumping rain on them. Mike watched as the happy little shrinky on his sun deck table danced and played in the rainwater. “Come on before you catch a cold” he said closing his fingers around her body. Mike dried her off and warmed her body with his breath. “Look at you. You tanned like a rotisserie chicken” he laughed. “But do it taste like one?” she asked. “One way to find out” he said sitting down with her in his hand. Katie laid back slightly in his palm as she spread her legs for him. She cooed and sighed as his giant tongue found her cunt. She squealed as the tip parted her. Mike was careful though as even the tip could hurt her. Mike stopped and she looked at him for a second before she was hit with a giant kiss. A passionate literally oxygen sucking kiss. “You’re…you’re really wound up” she said when he finally broke it. “You asked if you taste like chicken. You taste like honey baked ham. And I fucking love honey baked ham” before jamming her completely into his mouth. Katie let out a yelp as his lips closed cutting of the light. “He wouldn’t do it. He said he loved me” she thought in her mind as he sucked on her like a large piece of candy. Her ears popped from the pressure change as his sucking grew harder and harder. “Even if he doesn’t mean it…he could do it by accident! MIKE!” she screamed. Mike heard her scream and snapped out of it. He spat her into his hand, a cum soaked hand. Katie wiped the spit from her eyes to see his erect cock twitching. A drop of cum still on the head. He had jerked off as he sucked on her body. “I…I didn’t mean to scare you” he stammered as he put her down and quickly got up. Mike washed his hand thinking about what just occurred. Something, something inside him told him to do it. Something deeper told him to swallow her and just get another. It bothered him. Katie was an experiment to see how much he could actually break her will. To turn her into a willing sex toy. Even after succeeding, he found he did have feelings for her. Katie was deeply worried not for her safely but for him. Something was wrong. “Hey, it just went a little far is all” she said from the sofa. “Yeah” he muttered. Later that evening, Mike had gone to the attic to see if anything else his grandfather had left concerning the Coin. He brought Katie with him only after she begged him to.

“This is where you found it?” she asked staring at the old oak and iron trunk. “Among the tale and photos yes. I stopped rummaging up here when I did” he replied. “What exactly are you looking for?” she asked. “Honestly I don’t know” he replied moving things. After moving a few old boxes filled with moth eaten clothing, he came across some box filled with toy cars. “I remember these. I played with them as a kid” he said taking a few out. Some were the size of a matchbox car and others considerably larger at nearly six inches. “Those are really detailed. Especially that one” she said pointing to one. “Oh yeah. A 71’ Chevelle. They don’t make those anymore” Mike said tapping the hood of the six-inch-long car. Katie took a closer look. “Uhh…I don’t think they ever made them like this. When have you ever heard of a toy car with New York license plates that expired in May 1974?” she asked. “What?” he said looking. Sure enough she was right. On the front and tail were two teeny, little New York plates. Curious, Katie opened the driver side door. “Whoa. This ain’t a toy. It’s got a set of keys still in the ignition. What if…” she said turning the key. Nothing happened. “Guess the battery is dead. It’s safe to say grandpa shrunk this car. As for the driver…who knows” Mike said. “How many people do you think he shrunk?” she asked getting out. “Dozens at least judging by the pile of clothes he kept as trophies” he said. Both were curious to see if all the cars were real. Out of the 22 cars in the box, 20 were confirmed real. "A vintage 86’ Camaro T-Top. Mike said checking it out kid was able to pop the trunk of the four-inch-long car. “Holy shit! Check this out!” Mike said pulling out two very small white things. “Tic tacs?” Katie asked. “Try two shrunken kilos of cocaine. Must’ve been a drug dealers’ car. What do ya say? Wanna try some 80’s vintage coke?” he laughed. “I’ll pass. That shit will probably feel like sniffing dry cement mix by now” she replied. Mike put away the cars and kept snooping around. Katie began roaming around on her own as he would find a box and check it out before setting it aside. Suddenly, Katie screamed in terror. Mike rushed and moved aside boxes to where her scream came from.

“Katie! Katie what is it?!” he yelled finally getting to her. She stood frozen in place. Underneath her feet was a puddle of pee. Whatever she saw was terrifying enough to piss herself. Mike’s eyes followed her line of sight to an old, frayed cobweb. “What is that?” he whispered seeing something caught within it. Getting closer and squinting, the object began to take shape in his mind. It wasn’t until he noticed something that it became clear what it was. A shoe, a shoe sticking out the lower half of a cocoon. To confirm it, Mike tapped it ever so gently. When he did, it collapsed into a tiny, very tiny heap of dust…and human bones. Judging by the femur bone, Mike guessed the person was no taller than three quarters of an inch. “Apparently, one of grandpa’s pets got away from him and hid up here. She found out the hard way she wasn’t alone up here. Wandered into an old web and got caught. Spider must’ve sucked her dry years ago” he said out loud. Katie promptly fainted. Mike quickly took her downstairs to see if she was alright. He relaxed seeing she was just out of it and promptly took off her dress and panties to clean her up. Once that was taken care of, Mike laid on the sofa placing her unconscious body on his chest. Mike began to slowly understand the true scope of his grandfather’s hobby. It was far bigger than he thought. The Polaroids and shoebox full of clothes only told a part of the story.

Mikes was deep in thought as his finger absentmindedly rubbed Katie’s tummy. Then, Katie awoke scared beyond belief quickly looking around. “It’s okay. We’re in the living room” he said. The memory fully came back to haunt her. Katie broke down weeping and Mike held her in his hand. It took three entire day’s form Katie to go back to remotely normal. During that time, she would cry and whimper if Mike was more than 10 feet from her. What finally helped snap her out of her trauma was Mike enlarging her with the Coin to six inches. “There. Too big to be a spider snack” he said smiling. Katie felt slightly relieved but still felt anxiety when her master/boyfriend was too far away. To ease her fears further, Mike cleaned the house top to bottom. No cobwebs or creepy crawlies for her to worry about. Of course, that would include the attic. As Mike was just finishing the cleanup up there, he stumbled onto something quite unexpected. After all the boxes had been pushed aside, he swept around. The broom handle bumped into a wall panel which came loose. What was behind the panel, Mike would never forget.

“The hell is all this?” he asked himself as over a dozen ring boxes sat in the long-hidden hideaway. Mike picked up one of them and blew the dust off. The ring box was old, lined with dust-stained red satin cloth with the name Carol written on it. His fingers trembled as he popped it open. Mike almost dropped it finding a desiccated skeleton no bigger than a half inch wearing a dress inside. Mike looked at the others wondering if he would find the same within those. One by one he opened them and confirmed it. Each box had a name written on it. Carol, Andrea, Nora, Helen, Kelly, Diana…and so forth. No doubt shrinking victims, but Mike wondered why these were treated differently than the others. Almost unnoticed there were a pile of old photos crammed three feet back within the hiding place. Mike blew the dust off them. The first one had the name Phan at the bottom. Judging by the degradation, it was probably the oldest. Mike studied the picture in silence. It was an Asian woman, probably Thai if that was her name on it. Pretty young woman maybe 19 or 20 wearing a green dress and matching green slippers. And shrunken apparently as she stood next to a beer bottle with Thai writing on it. Mike guessed she was five to five and a half inches tall. What stood out though was she was happy. Very happy. Mike looked down at the ring boxes and found one with her name on it. Opening that one he found a skeleton of similar size as the rest…wearing a green dress and slippers. “The same girl” he muttered. Mike touched her skeleton and nearly jumped out his skin as her skull moved from the rest of her bones. “Her neck was already broken. That’s how she died” he muttered. Mike went to the next picture. “Carol” he muttered reading the name.

Young woman around 21 wearing a bikini and masturbating with a drink umbrella. Again, she looked…content. Mike went back to the first ring box he opened looking at the skeleton. Very carefully he pulled the dress up and found its ribcage shattered. Mike began to sense a common theme. He had only Leonel half the boxes but now he opened the other half. Three of them only had dresses inside them. No skeletons. The names Jennifer, Tina, Keiko written on them. Sure enough there were pictures of them. All shrunk and not a hint of fear or sadness with any of them. It took the picture of one woman to shed some light on the oddity. “Jennifer” he muttered. Mike’s eyes went wide as this one he recognized. It was none other than the girl from the video. In the picture was shrunken Jennifer naked, legs spread wide fingering her cunt, as she dripped head to toe with cum. A grin on her face as she ate some. Happy as a shrunken sex toy could be. “But she was eaten” Mike muttered looking for her ring box. He found it already open as it was one of the three with only dresses inside. A grim reality began to form in Mike’s mind. What separated these women from the rest was they fell in love with his grandfather, and he loved them in return. If it was Stockholm syndrome or not was irrelevant by now. The ring boxes were caskets for their remains, or more simply their lives. His grandfather had made a small cemetery behind the wall for them and packed the photos inside, either as mementos or simply to bury the grief. Mike put everything back the way it was and closed the wall. He wondered what else that house kept secret.

Mike did not tell Katie what he had found. He thought back to something she had said. That there was a price to pay for that kind of magic. Mike began to think there was something to that. There was one troubling thing, one of many, that stuck in his mind. The more he loved Katie, the more he had the urge to hurt her. The urge to feel her screaming body slip down his throat. The urge to crunch her tiny bones between her teeth. Turn her pretty body into mush and swallow. Crush the life out of her under his foot. Beat her to death with his cock. Shrink her so small she’d drown in just a drop of cum. Over and over different malicious thoughts about ending her life. Such thoughts began to deeply trouble him. He did not want her to end up as a ring box stuffed in a dusty cubby. With that, he felt the answer to his problems did lie with the Coin itself. And if he needed answers, he needed to go where somebody knew Thai.

Chapter 28…One Last Chance

It had been three days since the battle that ended Kasem…and Michael. In all, 39 Yaksha and 115 Asura lost their lives. With both sides populations numbering less than 1,000, it was a noticeable blow. Neither side had lost so many in one day in over a thousand years. During those three days, much had happened. The world had slipped closer to WWIII. Chinese satellites had detected the massive destruction spell cast in the opening moments of the battle along with the Hou Yi arrow spell on radar. China accused the US of launching medium range ballistic missiles towards Chinese cities which apparently malfunctioned. One exploding its nuclear payload and another simply exploding. The US denied it of course and the UN Security Council stated that no radioactivity was detected in the region. The Asura used their influence in the Chinese government to bury the incident. However, they couldn’t stop the ultimatum that followed. The US must withdraw from North Korean soil within 48 hrs. or China will declare war. With North Korean nukes still around as most likely their government, the US refused to leave such a dangerous nation to its own devices especially after they nuked Seoul, an ally.

People raced to banks to withdraw all their money, grocery stores to stock food and water, petrol stations to fill up their cars. The older ones said they hadn’t seen such a thing since they were kids living through the Cuban Missile Crisis. Martial law, already in place due to the shrinking effect, was tightened even further. Society began to crumble under even more murder, rape, drinking, and rampant fucking. However, there was some good. Families estranged made up, people married like there was literal no tomorrow. As for those closer to home…

Kanya was beyond distraught finding out Mike had died. As only she was capable and closest to him, it was left to her to make arrangements. In the end, Kanya decided it would be best to take his body back home to Stamford Connecticut. Shrinking it down, he was buried under the rose bush right next to his mother. But that wasn’t the end to what she had to do. There was one final thing left to her by Michael. Once she told everyone what it was, Ora and Sora volunteered to do it in her place. Kanya said no as she knew the reason Mike chose her over everyone else. If someone was to kill Katie, it should be a friend. At first Kanya didn’t understand why she was chosen but thinking on it only someone with compassion and kindness to make sure a loved one would stop suffering could do it. Only a friend. This wasn’t murder, this was euthanasia. After all, would anyone want to live without a soul at the cost of taking a life every day? Nobody sane anyway. The hard part was Katie herself. Katie grieved so hard Kanya doubted she was missing a soul. Especially seeing how Katie refused to move from Mike’s grave. Kanya and probably Mike himself was set on killing her to release her from such a life but that was partly on the knowledge she had no soul. So, what about now? Ora, Alma, and Sora had stated before she had no soul and whatever mannerisms she had was pure instinct. But was grieving the loss of someone just instinct or was there more to it? They began to rethink the idea of her not having a soul, so they tested it out by connecting to her in the Astral Plane. And what they found was shocking.

Katie didn’t have a soul. She had the seed of a soul. Her interactions with Mike had created the beginnings of a soul. All souls start as seeds but to find one in a fully grown person was unheard of. Not even Kanya could kill her now regardless if it was his final request. But in the debate, nobody had bothered to ask Katie about what she wanted. Katie had been listening to the debate after their revelation. She walked right up to Kanya’s foot and tapped her big toenail. “Katie? What is it sweetie?” Kanya asked picking her up. Katie looked up at the giantess with tears coming from her eyes. “Please…please…” she begged. “Hungry? I’m sure we can donate some energy” Kanya said. Katie quickly shook her head. “Water? Real food?” Kanya asked. Katie shook her head violently and stomped her bare feet in her giant palm. “Please…please! PLEASE!” Katie yelled. Not knowing what she wanted, Kanya used her empathy magic to sense what it was. Kanya nearly dropped her as a wave of grief and sorrow swept over her. “Kanya!” Ora said steadying her. “She wants to die. She’s in so much pain” Kanya wept. “But she has a…”

“She doesn’t care! She doesn’t want to live by feeding off the life of others” Kanya said. It was bitterly clear what the decision was now. Kanya brought Katie close to her face. “We got off to a rocky start in the beginning, but I wouldn’t trade our time together for the world. Remember that time Mike had us both in a hot milk bath and he drank it with us still inside it? Or how about the time we played chess two vs. one? I was sore all next day. That giant pervert made any excuse to suck on our bodies. That…that big dummy. He…he really loved us. I love you Katie. Gimme a kiss please?” Kanya asked. Katie did kiss her as Kanya slipped her fingers behind Katie’s tiny head. As Katie pulled back smiling and crying, Kanya gripped her head and very, very quickly twisted it. With a tiny little snap, Katie was gone. “Kanya…” Ora muttered. Kanya held her hand out for her to be quiet. They watched in silence as Kanya dug a new grave with her bare hands and buried Katie next to Mike and his mother under the rose bush. Kanya sat there until nightfall and came back inside. She stood there in the middle of the living room before he let out a tortured sob and collapsed to the floor. Ora picked her up and carried her to Mike’s bedroom. An hour later Ora emerged.

“How is she?” Sora asked. Ora wiped he tears away. “I used a spell to sedate her. I fear for her sanity” Ora replied. Sora and Alma simply nodded. On the third day, Ora saw to Kanya on and off. Alma had to return to the homeland to make preparations in the event of the apocalypse. The entire world watched as the clock wound down to the deadline. Late that evening, the Empress herself appeared at Mike’s home. “We all thought you be back at the Palace readying like us” Sora said. “I was” the Empress said taking off her sandals and walking to the outside rose bush. She bowed her head in respect before coming back inside. She sat down. “30 minutes to go” she muttered looking at the clock which said 11:30 pm. "I bet the Palace is just guzzling up all that chaos energy now that Kanya’s spell wore off. “That is an understatement” she said. “Guess you’ll make out of this better than anyone” Ora said. “You think that? My royal retainer has a son in Los Angeles. My maid a daughter in Beijing. Myself? I like Netflix, Starbucks, Kentucky Fried Chicken. I like modern civilization. I have NO desire to see it go up in nuclear fire” she said. “And there’s nothing we can do to stop it” Ora said. “We could do what Kasem did, but this time shrink EVERY human. They can’t push the button if they’re four inches tall” the Empress said. They looked at her. “Kidding. I had to put it out there. But what if we went mainstream? Showed the entire world we exist. That would surely give them pause” the Empress said. “Every nation on the planet would want a Yaksha or Asura under their control if not all of them. Same outcome” Sora said. The Empress sighed. “Then there’s nothing we can do” she said.

“Of all your power, there’s not a single fucking spell to stop this?” Kanya said walking down the steps. “You’re awake” Ora said. “Can’t miss the beginning of the end. I mean who sleeps through the end of the world?” Kanya said. “If only I found that fucking Coin when his grandfather died. None of this would be happening” Ora said. “That’s it” Kanya said. “What’s it child?” Sora asked. “If Ora found the Coin. Problem was she didn’t know where it was in the house when Mike’s grandpa died. But what if she did? What if someone told her where it was? Time travel. There’s got to be a spell for that! Come on!” Kanya yelled. They all looked at one another. “Technically yes but it’s highly forbidden. Even more so than necromancy” Ora replied. “Fuck forbidden. We’re talking about the end of the world here. What could be worse than that?!” Kanya yelled. “The destruction of reality. Time spells are forbidden for a reason. Using one can create paradoxes that tear apart reality. The natural law of cause and effect would break down. Both sides agreed on this long ago for good reason after the nation of Samira incident” the Empress said. Samira? Where’s that?" Kanya asked. “Nowhere and that’s my point. Samira was a cautionary tale, and it was swallowed up by a tear in reality. Hundreds of thousands were lost” the Empress said. “Kanya. Two exact people existing at the same exact time causes a strain on reality. Adding a magic user to that would tear reality a new one. A Yaksha or Asura among this would potentially doom EVERYTHING” Ora said. “What about a human?” Kanya asked. “Far less dangerous but only one gifted in magic could make the transition without having their mind flayed by the stress” Sora replied. “So, a magic user can’t do it because it would mean two exact same magic users in the past right?” Kanya asked. They nodded. “Then send me” she said. “Didn’t you hear what I said? Two magic users in the past…”

“But in the past I wasn’t a magic user. I was still human. I’m the perfect candidate. The only candidate” Kanya said. “Technically she’s right. She only became a Yaksha after I awakened her two and a half months ago. Before that she was human with no real magic to speak of outside sensing auras” Ora said. “You can’t be serious” Sora said. They debated it until midnight. They turned on the tv and every station has the same breaking news. “CHINA DECLARES WAR ON THE UNITED STATES”. “It could begin any minute. Hell, it could’ve begun as we were arguing” Ora muttered. Sora quietly nodded. “It would take the combined efforts of the Viridian Sanctuary and the Ebon Palace to pull this off with the safest margin” the Empress said. “I’ll inform the Sages” Sora said. “And I’ll make preparations. Quickly, we’re on borrowed time as it is” the Empress said teleporting away.

Six hours later…

“I still can’t believe we’re doing this” Alma said. “Believe it. China invaded Taiwan a few hours ago and closing in on US forces in North Korea. We are down to the wire here” Sora said. “Honored Sage?” Alma asked looking at the Sage of Quintessence. She was in a curious almost manic state. “Anxiety across the world is at the tipping point. The day will end in fire” she muttered. “Come, you are needed” Alma said helping her to the center of the throne room. “This is it kiddo. Good…” Ora said hugging her before her voice broke. Kanya kissed her. “I will find you” Kanya said. Ora nodded and held her close as they took to the sky. Ora flew with her at tremendous speed using all she had to get her to the vantage point high at the edge of space. “Any moment now” Ora said telepathically as no air could carry her voice. “It’s so beautiful isn’t it?” Kanya asked. Ora sensed the magic energy coming from both sides towards them. “Yeah it is. Keep that way” Ora said letting go. Kanya was struck by positive life and negative chaos energy holding the same spell at the same time. Reality around her began to warp and suddenly Kanya felt like she was free falling. In a sense she was. She was free falling through time. Past, present, and future bled and warped around her assaulting her senses. If it wasn’t for her mind trained to use magic, her consciousness would’ve been shredded. Only her training to keep focus while she learned magics kept her sane. Even that began to wither though. She had to keep focused on her destination or something worse than insanity could occur. She could end up stranded beyond time. Just as she reached her limit, a bright light unveiled before her.

Ora was sipping tea waiting for her toenails to dry when a thunderclap shook her cabin. “Strange. The day was supposed to sunny” she thought as she looked outside to see the sky dark above her. Seconds later there was a boom that came from her driveway. Duck walking with cotton balls between her toes to her front door, she opened it to find a young woman lying in an impact crater. Ora quickly went to her and as soon as she touched her the young woman shrank to a few inches. Not knowing what to do other than be shocked, she carried the young woman into her cabin.

She saw homes and shops looted and on fire. She was with Ora somewhere as people around her cried and ran through the streets. Then an odd sound like a low-pitched whirl came from overhead. Kanya looked up to see a descending contrail then a horrible flash of light. A mushroom cloud ascended into the air as people screamed. A fiery wave of death came for her. She watched as Ora’s flesh was burned before her eyes. Kanya screamed and then nothing. “Whoa there!” Ora said sitting next to her. Kanya looked around and then to Ora. It had been just a vivid nightmare she realized. She was small and laying in the expansive bed inside Ora’s bedroom. “ORA!” Kanya cried hugging her giant finger tightly sobbing. “You know who I am?” Ora asked. The question caught Kanya by surprise. “Of course, I…oh. The date. What’s the date?” Kanya asked. “Tuesday” Ora replied. “The exact date!” Kanya yelled. “April 23, 2022” Ora replied confused. “Five months. It worked. It worked!” Kanya yelled. “What worked? Who are you?” Ora asked. Kanya looked up at the giantess. “My name’s Kanya and there’s a LOT I have to tell you” she replied.

Kanya told Ora everything that transpired. Mike inheriting the Coin, kidnapping Katie, her, other women, who was sealed within the Coin, and what occurred when Kasem was set free. At first, Ora didn’t believe any of it especially the part where she reconciled with her mother, but Kanya told her things Ora never told anyone else. Extremely painful things. “Why…why would I tell you that?” Ora asked. “Let’s just say our relationship was more than teacher and student” Kanya blushed. Ora was convinced Kanya was telling the whole truth now. The most important truth Kanya told however was the location of the Coin at that moment. Kanya led Ora right to it. Hidden in a shoebox in Mike’s grandfather’s attic was the Coin and various other damnable evidence. “He just recently passed. I couldn’t find the damn thing because a spell was cloaking it from me. If it wasn’t for you I’d never had found it” Ora said. “I know and there’s more” Kanya said. They spent two days cleaning out the house of any evidence of what Mike’s grandfather had done. They had time as Kanya knew Mike was still at Fort Lee in Virginia going through the discharge process before coming home. That would be April 31st.

The journal, the shrunken memorials behind the wall panel, the shrunken cars, videotapes, clothing, the shrunken corpse tangled in the spider web, even Mike’s mother’s grave was removed. Kanya didn’t like doing the last bit, but it raises too many questions if one day Mike pulled up the rose bush to find a four-inch human skeleton underneath. Once the job was done, Kanya looked over the living room one final time. “I’m sure we got everything” Ora said. “Except my memories. It wasn’t all bad here. And I…I miss them so much” Kanya said crying. Ora hugged her. You can’t interact with them here. It’s too dangerous to reality" Ora said. Kanya nodded as Ora led her out of the house and carefully locked it back. In time, Mike returned home and in this timeline never found the Coin, never shrunk Katie or Kanya, never kidnapped women or ate them. But also, never helped them either. It would be something that weighed on Kanya’s mind.

Two weeks later…

“I should not have let you talk me into this. Just being this close is dangerous. I’m going to get into trouble with the Sages…and mom if they find out” Ora said. “Hey, you’re back in their good graces thanks to me because you turned over the Coin to them. I won’t fuck it up for you I swear. I just need to see if he’s okay” Kanya said sipping her latte. Kanya and Ora were sitting outside at a patio table in front of a coffee shop watching Mike. “You love him that much?” Ora asked. “There were times I could see the traumatized little boy inside him. I wanted so much to fix that. In the end he gave his life to save all of us. I’m worried now that he’ll be all alone. He was so happy with Katie” Kanya whispered. Ora looked at him closer. “Some things happen if they’re meant to happen. It’s just the way of things” Ora said. A few minutes passed. Mike began to get up. “Let’s go” Ora said. Just as they got up, a young woman bumped into Mike spilling her iced coffee. “Well I’ll be damned” Kanya said recognizing the woman as Katie herself. Katie and Mike quickly apologized to one another, and Mike held her hand as he brought her back in to get another coffee. Kanya watched as both smiled and laughed at one another. Kanya smiled warmly and followed Ora to her car. They got in and Ora started it. “Oh! Turn it up! I like this song!” Kanya said. Ora turned up the music…

(Authors note: the song is Bones by Imagine Dragons)

“Gimme, gimme, gimme some time to think. I’m in the bathroom looking at me. Face in the mirror is all I need…ooh. Wait until the reaper takes my life. Never gonna get me out alive. I will live a thousand million lives…ooh. My patience is waiting. Is this entertaining? Our patience is waiting. Is this entertaining?”

Ora puts the car in gear and drives off…

“I got this feeling, yeah you know. Where I’m losing all control cause there’s magic in my bones. I got this feeling in my soul. Go ahead and throw your stones cause there’s magic in my bones…”

Their car is driving onto the highway…

“Playing with a stick of dynamite. There was never gray in black and white. There was never wrong till there was right…ooh oh. Feeling like a boulder hurtling. Seeing all the vultures circling. Burning in the flames I’m working in. Turning in a bed that’s darkening. My patience is waiting. Is this entertaining? Our patience is waiting. Is this entertaining?”

Pan upwards from the car…

“I got this feeling, yeah you know. Where I’m losing all control cause there’s magic in my bones. I got this feeling in my soul. Go ahead and throw your stones cause there’s magic in my bones…”

“Cause there’s magic in my bones…”

                      THE END

Chapter 27…Karma is a Bitch

Sora gazed quietly as the assembly of Yaksha ready or not to do battle. A single tear fell from her eyes. “Mother?” Ora asked standing next to her. “As a Yaksha I am proud. As a mother I weep. Many will not see tomorrow. We may very well be fighting a futile, pointless battle” she replied. "I am reminded of an old human tale. Once there was a man who walked a beach every morning scooping up starfish washed ashore and tossing them back into the sea. Another man watched him do this day after day. One day the man watching approached the man picking up starfish. “Why do this every day when they simply wash ashore again? It means nothing” he said. The man picked up another starfish, looked at it, and threw it back into the sea. “Nothing? It meant everything to that little starfish” he said smiling before going about his business. Sora grinned and chuckled. “Understood. Don’t you have someone you have to see?” Sora asked. “Oh shit. See you on the battlefield mom” Ora said kissing her before leaving.

Ora quickly made her way to the chambers at the top of the Sanctuary. There, The Sage of Quintessence and a very nervous Kanya stood. “Wouldn’t you be a better pick? You’re way more powerful than me!” Kanya asked her. “As old as I am. As powerful I may be, I never learned to sing. I couldn’t carry a tune if it was in a bucket. That leaves you. Be not afraid for I will guide you” the Sage said. “There’s our songbird” Ora said approaching. “Not funny Ora! I’m about to piss my shorts here!" Kanya yelled. Ora hugged her and ruffled her hair. “You got this. All you need to do is concentrate. The spell the Sage will cast will do the rest” Ora said. “This spell will really work?” Kanya asked. “Empathy magic, especially song magic doesn’t rely on words but emotions behind the words. As long as you sing true, you will reach the hearts and minds of every human on Earth” Ora said. “And this will stop people from hurting and killing one another?” Kanya asked. “Briefly. No spell on Earth can permanently change people on such a grand scale. If we’re lucky it will last at least 30 minutes” Ora replied. “30 minutes? That’s it?!” Kanya asked. “30 minutes to save the world. No pressure” Ora chuckled. The Sage bid Ora to stand back as she connected her and Kanya to the Astral Plane. “Whoa. There’s so many more lights” Kanya muttered. “Because you’ve grown. From here you shall sing and connect with humanity” she said. There was the sound of a large bell. “It’s begun” the Sage said.

The Sanctuary began to glow as a pillar of light fired off into the sky. “Sing Kanya! Sing for the world!” the Sage yelled.

(Authors note: the song Kanya is singing is Face my Fears by Hikaru Utada)

“Breath, should I take a deep. Faith, should I take a leap? Taste, what a bittersweet. All my, all my life…let me face, let me face, let me face my fears. Oh, let me face, let me face my fears. Won’t be long, won’t be long, I’m almost here. Watch me cry all my tears…”

Kanya’s song radiated across the planet as sparkling bits of light fell like snow from the sky. A teacher in Indiana, holding a shrunken cheerleader in a cage wept and begged forgiveness for what he did to her. A woman in Mexico City begged God for forgiveness as the shrunken man she abused as a sex toy watched. A teenage boy in Paris brought a shrunken woman he’d been hiding to his parents. Across the planet, the goodness in people began to outshine the darkness.

Next, the Sages of Fire and Wind teleported right above Ebon Palace. Those standing outside gazed up at them. It did not take long for Kasem to notice their presence. “And so it begins the twilight of the Yaksha” he said flying outside. As he gazed up, he saw the Sages combining a spell. “The first to fall” he muttered as he concentrated. As he did, he noticed Kanya’s spell. “What…what the hell is this?! The power…the chaos energy has been cut off!” Kasem yelled. The air began crackling with energy as he ranted. Ears popped as air pressure dropped like a rock. The Sages were concentrating the spell at one fixed point. A point that shimmered before glowing. Crackling with energy, the wind rushed and vacuumed into the focal point. “You bastards! You’d cast that spell?!” Kasem yelled as he used his stored energy to strengthen the barrier around the Palace. Strengthened it enough it trapped those outside of it. “Burning Creation!” the Sages yelled letting the glowing point of light drop from the sky. The second it touched the barrier it detonated. Those trapped outside was blinded…and then nothing. The entire region shook violently as the shockwave flattened the forest for a mile around. Beyond that was a forest of flames. The blast so bright, spy satellites from every major superpower detected it. Those alerted to it wondered who would nuke a forest in the middle of nowhere China. Yes, one could call it a nuke in the loosest sense of the word as what the spell had done was suck up 20,000 cubic feet of air, squeeze it to the size of a pinhead and then superheat it till it turned into plasma hotter than the surface of the sun. Contained to its size right at the moment it touched the barrier than let go to expand violently in a horrific explosion. The mushroom cloud reached over 10,000 ft. into the air. Mike got his bombardment and then some. It cost a huge amount of energy to cast but it did what it was supposed to do.

The five kiloton blast vaporized the Asura trapped behind the barrier. They were dead before they felt any pain. No bodies, not even ashes remained. The ground blistered black except for an ominous sparkling caused by traces of sand turned to glass by the heat. It took his full concentration for Kasem to hold the barrier as fire and wind ripped around them dead in the middle of a mushroom cloud. The Asura inside trembled wondering if the Yaksha were as peaceful as the old stories claimed they were. 15 minutes passed before the next part of the plan was done. Kanya rested as her song worked. Mike sat down and held her close. “I could hear you in here” he said touching his heart. Kanya smiled and nodded. Another bell rang out signaling the deployment of the Yaksha. They watched from above as the Sanctuary powered the ultra-long range teleportation spell for 107 Yaksha. Ina flash of light, they were gone leaving Mike, Kanya, the Sage of Quintessence and low-ranking minor Yaksha behind.

The ground underneath them glowed as a gigantic magic array formed and within seconds they were gone. They all appeared 50 ft. in front of the entrance to the Palace. When Kasem saw they had arrived, he lowered the barrier knowing they wouldn’t try the same devastating spell again. The Asura were highly hesitant to do battle but that changed as Kasem used the power he had stored to boost their abilities plus their aggression. In a collective roar, they streamed out of the palace like angry fire ants towards the Yaksha. As they kept pouring out, it became clear they outnumbered the Yaksha. “They outnumber us almost 3 to 1” Alma whispered after observing their numbers from above and landing. “So…I take the 120 on the left and you take the 120 on the right?” Ora asked her mother. “Have pity on an old woman dear” Sora said. “Okay, I’ll take 121” Ora replied grinning. “Much better!” Sora yelled activating her spells. An exchange of spells criss crossed the air as they both rushed to close the distance. Yaksha killing an Asura with a fire spell. An Asura killing a Yaksha with a lightning spell. The entire battlefield became chaos.

After a full 15 minutes into the fight, it was clear the Asura had the advantage. “We can’t break their lines! We need Kasem himself to come down!” Sora yelled. “Agreed! Drop to the ground!” the Sage of Wind yelled. Once those nearby got in range, the Sage concentrated her magic and clapped her hands hard sending an ear drum piercing shockwave of air pressure. The Asura staggered long enough for Alma to raise into the air and fire a precision volley of deadly icicles into the heads of their enemies. The Sage of Fire began shooting concentrated blasts of fire exploding their ground like artillery. The tide of battle began to turn. Angered, Kasem used his forbidden necromancy to animate the dead but with souls they had no magic. They were just cannon fodder to exhaust them…and it was working. They began to falter and on that note, Kasem decided to take to the field. “Take me with you my love!” Juna yelled to him. Kasem kissed her imbuing her with power even more than before. “Mind the house while daddy is away” he grinned before leaping off the floor. Kasem came crashing down with thunder and lightning killing those close by.

“You burned up my front yard” he muttered as he formed his lightning sword. “Ehh…I heard iron can be a good fertilizer and Asura blood is rich in that” Ora said smiling. “Keep smiling. I’m going to enjoy wiping it off your face before I torture you. Mommy over there can watch” Kasem growled. Sora stood in front of Ora. “I’ll handle this. Push through the lines” Sora said. “But mom…”

“GO!” Sora yelled. “She won’t be alone” Alma said as she and now the three other Sages stood with her. Ora tried to block out the sound of battle as she ran. The deafening thunder could be felt in her bones. Wind started the attack with blade made of pure overpressure. Kasem easily deflected it. Alma tried to help only to be struck by an attack nearly stopping her heart. “Idiot. Lightning always stands over water” Kasem muttered. He went to finish her off until he was struck hard by something sending him flying. Kasem used wind magic to stop himself. He coughed blood as his ribcage was shattered. He flew back to find a stone shaped fist jutting from the ground with the Sage of Earth standing behind it. “You think you accomplished something?” Kasem said as he quickly healed. The Sage cocked an eyebrow at the unusual rapid healing. He realized Kasem was using the chaos energy to boost that as well. Kasem powered up and turned to his lightning form attacking. The Sage did not move and blocked his literal lightning-fast attack. It turned into a whirlwind of thunder and lightning around him. No Sage could help. Kasem finally stopped. “As much as the storm howls, the mountain cannot bow” the Sage said coldly as the ground itself swallowed Kasem. “Quickly! Get ready to seal him!” The Sage of Wind yelled. “It won’t work! I cannot hold him!” the Sage of Earth said before the ground exploded. "Silicon can conduct electricity fools. As for you…"Kasem said powering up even more attacking the Sage of Earth. A ferocious thunderbolt plowed right through his stone shield and through the Sage killing him.

The Sage of Quintessence staggered. “What happened?!” Mike yelled. “The Sage of Earth has fallen” she replied. Kasem tore into the other Sages barely staying alive from his withering attacks. Their only hope was his body was burning out from the tremendous strain. Although he was getting weaker, he still had the upper hand. The Sage of Fire counter attacked as hard as she could with her flaming sword. It appeared this fight would end the same way as the last one with fire versus lightning. However, this Sage of Fire had over 1000 years more experience than the one Kasem fought for control of the Ebon Palace. She held her breath as a dome of intense heat built up around them. Kasem’s attacks grew weaker and fainter until they fizzled out completely. As much as he tried powering it back up nothing happened. Then she volleyed him with flames. Again, Kasem healed rapidly but slower this time. “You bitch” he hissed. “Humans call it a heat lance. Enough focused heat and the air itself becomes a near perfect insulator” she said. Kasem saw her toes clench, her knees wobble slightly. He grinned knowing she hit her limit. “I’m more than just my lightning” he said grinning. Kasem gathered chaos energy into a sickening back void of an orb and threw it right at her. With chaos energy being the exact opposite of what Yaksha uses, it was beyond deadly if it connected. It was a literal ball of pure death flying towards her. The other Sages threw up a barrier to protect her and when it touched the positive energy of the barrier it exploded violently. The dead and injured were blown off the ground by the shockwave. Those closest to it were killed instantly friend or foe. The Sages were on their knees weakened. Sora and Ora rushed to defend them. “Oh goody. You can die with them” Kasem said powering up another. Just as he did, he felt something suck away at the power he stored up. He paused and looked at the Ebon Palace throne room. Someone jumped from it…

Five minutes earlier…

“They’re weakening. Kasem weakens but it’s not enough. I fear as long as his body and magic are still tethered to the Palace, his control of that energy will be our undoing” the Sage if Quintessence said. “Wait. It’s linked to his magic also? I thought it was just his body” Mike said. “His magic as well” she said. “Fucking Christ on Sunday! You could’ve said so sooner! Teleport me to the Ebon Palace throne room now!” Mike yelled. “But…you cannot fight” she muttered. “I damn sure can!” Mike yelled touching the shard of the Coin in his chest. He handed Katie to Kanya. “She hasn’t eaten in two days. Don’t let her bite you and remember what you promised me” he whispered. “Do it now before it’s too late!” he yelled to the Sage. She nodded. The magic spell formed beneath him. “Just get that arrow spell thingy ready!” he yelled as he teleported away. Mike appeared in the throne room, but he was not alone. Juna stood guard. “They send a human now? Desperation” Juna laughed as she walked towards him to kill him. “Pot calling kettle” he muttered as a flash of speed took him into point blank range. He punched her hard smashing through her defenses leaving her falling to her knees. “How…how can you be that strong?” she asked. “I have some of his power and it’s been growing. I’ve been around him long enough to know how to use magic on my own now but you’re just a newbie. Be a good girl and stay down” Mike said coldly as he held up his hand and began binding with the Apex Lattice, the heart and collector of the chaos energy Kasem had enslaved. As Mike thought, there was just enough of Kasem left in him that the spell he used to control it thought Mike was him. A bold gamble that paid off. Mike damn near came in his pants from the infusion of energy and his lust nearly took control of him. He looked down at Juna no longer as an enemy but a female plaything. Her bare feet, her tits, the sweat on her body. Mike growled wanting to fuck, shrink, and then eat her. He held it together long enough to begin his own plan. The one he kept from everyone. He grabbed her by the throat and shrank her until she was trapped in his fist. Then he jumped off the ledge…

Now…

Mike landed between them shocking them all. “Michael. Michael you’re still alive? And you threw your bones into this lot? I thought you were smart” Kasem chuckled. Mike showed him Juna. “Surrender” he said. “Or what you’ll kill her? I brought her back before; I can do it again” he said. Juna’s eyes went wide at his callous tone. “I see” Mike said. He placed the fingernail of his thumb underneath Juna’s chin and quickly pushed. There was a small little sound that came from the ground and a small spurt of blood from Mike’s hand. Kasem looked down at his feet to see the severed head of Juna. His Asura blood ran cold. “You’ll pay for that. YOU’LL PAY!” Kasem screamed charging him with a lightning charged fist. “Angry? Good! Like you once told me, angry gets shit done!” Mike yelled. Mike tossed the headless shrunken corpse aside and easily caught his fist. Kasem looked shocked. Mike delivered a crushing punch to the stomach making the man gasp for air. “What was that about making me pay?” Mike asked before punching him in the face making him fly 100ft. away. “That was for Katie asshole” he hissed. Mike quickly closed the distance and Kasem threw up a barrier. A pinpoint lightning strike shattered it before a knee went right into his tender ribs. “My god. He absorbed the chaos energy too” Ora muttered. Kasem healed and went on to attack. Mike deflected almost all of it except a lightning punch. “You don’t owe these fools nothing! They betrayed you! Leave!” Kasem yelled.

“I was trained by the United States Army jackass. We don’t leave anyone behind” Mike said grinning as he wiped blood from his mouth. “Arrogant little shit!” Kasem spat as he fired off a chaos death orb. Mike swatted it away into the air. “How does it feel Kasem to be truly alone now? Look around you, the Asura have stopped fighting. How does it feel to know all that time spent fucking people over didn’t win you shit. One of the oldest questions around is it better for a king to be feared or loved? Fear gains you temporary respect. Love gains you loyalty for a lifetime. You’re no better than every other dictator in history and you’re about to join them in the loser club” Mike laughed. “Shut up. SHUT UP!” Kasem screamed attacking him. Kasem used all his speed and power to plunge a dagger of lightning into Mike’s chest only to find it instantly dispelled. A magic sigil array on his right wrist glowed for a second before disappearing. "Did you see that?! A Sage level nullification spell! Where the hell did he get that?! Ora yelled. “Do it now!” Mike thought hard as Kasem was confused and distracted.

The Sage of Quintessence had been monitoring the fight between them the entire time and was just as shocked at how Mike held his own. As soon as she sensed his request, she began the Hou Yi spell. “The light shines on the just and unjust like. Let the light illuminate the darkness before me! Heaven and Earth are limitless! HOU YI!” she yelled invoking the spell. The brilliant light turned into a bow and arrow. She drew the bow grimacing from the force and pain as the sheer power burned her fingers. A bone jarring sonic boom filled the room as she let go. The spell flew through the air so fast a shockwave of pure plasma enveloped it. At 400 miles, a Yaksha deflected it by 0.7 degrees north northeast. Their hands still trembling from the effort. At 913 miles, another Yaksha deflected it by 4.3 degrees negative and 3.2 degrees northeast. The final leg had the Yaksha deflect it by 1.3 degrees negative and .01 degrees east by northeast. “Incoming!” Mike sensed. Mike head buttered Kasem breaking his nose and staggering him. Mike jumped off and quickly had those nearby take cover. Kasem opened his eyes to see Mike give him the finger and then…

KABOOOOOOM

“Mike…” Ora muttered seeing the toll the chaos magic had done to him. A war cry erupted from the impact zone as a burst of wind blew the dust away. Kasem was alive…barely. His body nearly blown to bits laying at the bottom of a shallow crater. Missing an arm, a leg, half his face. A hole in his chest the size of a grapefruit. Kasem and everyone watching could see he was running on fumes and healing from that would take more time than he had. “Seal him” Sora said. “Gladly and I have just the thing” Ora said holding a solid gold coin. Kasem’s eyes went wide in fear seeing it and rightfully so. Aside from the obvious reason of being imprisoned again, there were two distinct reasons for him to fear a solid gold coin. One, gold is more than a great conductor of electricity, it’s also a great medium for magics. Since the beginning of recorded time, enchanted gold objects have existed. Swords, spears, crowns, even fleece and human hair are noted to have magic within them. Placing a Sage level binding spell on a gold coin would be bare minimum 100 times more effective as the one on the old Coin that was made of a copper and nickel alloy. And two, gold while malleable and soft endures FOREVER. Unlike copper, nickel, or even ancient iron, gold won’t tarnish, oxidize, or rust. Kasem knew if he was trapped in that, his 2000 year stint in the old Coin would seem like a bad weekend.

“No…please…” Kasem begged. Just as they were about to begin the spell, Mike stepped between them. “You like to make deals right? Here’s one. You put your soul inside me and get not only an intact body but the power I’m still connected to. In exchange you give Katie her soul back” Mike said showing him the shard in his chest. Kasem had been so distracted he only now realized his own power left in the shard of the Coin was how Mike held his own. He had been fighting his own power the entire time. “Mike you can’t!” Ora shouted. “DEAL! SOUL RESONANCE!” Kasem yelled detaching his soul from his broken body and rushing into Mike. A gust of wind followed by an ominous dark aura surrounded Mike. “No…” Ora said weeping. “When I gain full control I’m going to slaughter the whole goddamned…what are you doing? What’s…there’s something inside you…” Kasem said as Mike touched his chest with his hand. A magic sigil array glowed as an immense powerful Sage level binding spell was invoked. The spell quickly bound Kasem’s soul inside Michael. “A Sage level spell again and a binding one? What is he doing?!” Sora asked. Ora shook her head not knowing. “What are you doing Michael?!” Kasem yelled. “Ending your fucking existence once and for all” Mike hissed activating his last Sage spell by touching his left wrist. Katie, who was being held by Kanya suddenly was teleported away. She ended up right in Mike’s hand. “What?” Kasem asked. “You remember what you left behind right Kasem? Dinner time sweetie” Mike chuckled looking at Katie.

Kasem tried to override Mike’s control by squeezing his hand to crush Katie to no effect. Mike held out his finger to her. Katie looked up at her giant with a very concerned look. Somehow she knew this was it for him of she fed this time. Katie shook her head making a very anxious sound. “…I know sweetie. I know but it has to end. Now eat” he commanded. Teeny little tears fell from her eyes as she bit down. “NO…NO NO NOOOOO!” Kasem screamed as he felt Mike’s life energy drained away. So famished, Katie absorbed far more than normal and at how weak and injured Mike was…it would prove fatal. The ancient Asura screamed as he was utterly consumed. Mike fell to the ground twitching looking at Katie near his face. “You’re…so…pret…ty” he gasped before the flicker of his life finally faded into eternity. Katie poked his face and then began hitting it. When he did not move the tiny girl let out a pitiful wail. Ora and Alma rushed over to him. “Oh Mike. Oh no…” Ora whispered crying. Alma wept tears of ice and petted Katie. Moments later there was a flash of flames and out came the Asura Empress herself.

“Let me guess. Now that we’re weakened, you’re here to finish us off” alma said coldly. “You guessed wrong” the Empress said. She turned around sensing a rise in aggression from the Asura survivors. “Bow before your Empress you filthy traitors!” she yelled as a burst of fiery power came from her. They wisely bowed before her and as walked towards Kasem’s corpse. She rammed her hand through his exposed chest and tore out the control glyph to the Ebon Palace before absorbing it. She sighed softly. She turned and walked towards Alma and the rest. “Oh Michael. You were a man of your word. You told me you’d do it” she whispered. “You. It was you that gave him those spells. WHY?!” Ora yelled crying. "Because only he could do what could be done. Like last time, binding him to a coin was just kicking the can down the road as humans say. The only person in existence that could end him permanently was Michael. Kasem would not have taken the bait otherwise. Ora scowled at her because deep down she knew the woman was right. “Why did you not simply come to us?” the Sage of Wind asked. “You might have influenced Michael to say no and that’s assuming you would even trust me enough to consider my idea. What was done had to be done the way it was done. Who among you was closest to him?” she asked. “Katie” Ora said. “The soulless mate of his. Is there another?” she asked looking at the sobbing small woman at her feet. “Why? What the hell do you care?” Ora spat. “Because that person should make the arrangements to honor him, and I wish to be part of it. It is the least I can do” she replied kneeling and petting Mike’s hair. They grew quiet seeing the Empress herself shed tears for him.

“Kanya would be the one you speak of” Ora said quietly. “Then she should make haste. There is much to do to prepare for what is coming” the Empress said. “What the hell could be coming now?” Ora asked. “While Kasem has died, his revenge will live on. The world he broke dives headlong into a final conflict and your empathy spell didn’t help. By day’s end it will wear off and humanity will know they were influenced. Aggression will rebound and with it war. A war to burn the world.”

“The final curtain draws near on this story we call civilization” she said ominously.

Chapter 26…The Best Laid Plans of Yaksha and Men

One wouldn’t even know it was the middle of October with the heat and humidity around them. Shortly after the nuclear attacks on Seoul and Pyongyang, the Sages quickly brought the entire group to the Yaksha capital hidden deep within Thailand, Viridian Sanctuary. Time was quickly running out for civilization as they knew it and actions against Kasem had to begin soon. Every master level Yaksha alive gathered there to prepare for the battle to come. In all the count was 107. Many had never even been in combat of any kind. Three fourths of them had their own lives with spouses and children. Mike sat on the steps outside watching as Sora and Ora took note of their capacities. The strange jade like stone underneath him was cool to the touch even though he could see flickering of energy within it. “You cool enough?” he asked Katie sitting next to him. She looked up at the giant and barely nodded. “You look cute in that dress. Frilly and white and those little sandals help too” he said smiling. Katie looked down at her toes and then back at him. “Of all the clubs I could’ve chosen that night. All the girls there. When you were shot, what did you think of me? Were you angry with me? Scared? Did you still love me?” he whispered. He picked her up and placed her in his hand. “I could eat your tiny pussy and make you cum. I could tickle your little feet and make you giggle but there would be no emotion behind it would it? Just instinctive reactions to sensory input. If I was a decent man, a strong man I’d end your suffering right now” he muttered closing his hand around her. “Just squeeze. And I can’t and the fucked up thing is I don’t know if that’s a good or bad thing” he whispered. “There you are” Alma said behind him. “Sup” he said. “Can you come with me? We need your opinion on a few things” she said. Mike sighed, stood up, and followed her.

Viridian Sanctuary followed some architectural designs like the Ebon Palace. Understandable as the original builders were the same people. A story for a another time. But unlike the Ebon Palace that towered into the air and sprawled out, the space the Viridian Sanctuary took up was just one square foot. The capital itself was only 50 ft. in diameter. It makes sense as the capital itself was shrunken to great effect. Protected by a complex weaving of spells, the average person inside the barrier would only be about a millimeter tall. Barely the size of a common worker ant. You’d think such a thing would leave everyone and everything exceptionally vulnerable but that’s where the other spells come into effect. A perception spell keeps regular humans away. Element spells keeps the capital from being obliterated by wind, rain, or mud. And anything crossing the barrier would be instantly shrunk accordingly to its proper scale. This way the capital would be hidden perfectly in the myriad forests of the country. You can’t attack what you can’t find. Even small, the Sanctuary itself was pretty tall clocking in at 3ft. Made of enchanted jade and stone woven magical together for strength, it was designed to absorb as much positive energy as possible. Nature, love, life itself. The very opposite of the Ebon Palace but just as powerful. However, its inherent nature was its weakness at this time.

Mike followed Alma to the top of the Sanctuary and instructed him to take off his shoes before entering. The floor was cool under his feet, but it felt like walking on a static electric carpet. An odd tingling from his toes to his nose. The shard of the Coin made his chest ache. Most likely reacting to magics it’s very opposite. Inside the room were five seats arranged in a star formation around one circular point. Alma took her place in one seat as did three others. The Sages of Wind, Earth, and Fire. The fifth seat vacant for a brief moment before a woman fully naked appeared and took the seat. “Thank you for coming Michael. You already know the Sages of Earth, Wind, and myself Water. This is the Sage of Fire and over there the Sage of Quintessence” Alma said. “Quintessence?” Mike asked confused. “Life young one and things great and small that come with it. In terms you would understand, a…fertility goddess. A mother goddess” the seemingly young woman replied. She appeared to be 19 or 20 years old but only a fool would believe that was her age. Her skin like copper and her eyes shining like pure amber in sunlight. Hair jet black but shimmering. Mike tried to hide his erection for the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. “Be not embarrassed. Is only natural you are erect. You stand before fertility itself” she said. “Shall we begin?” Alma asked.

The Sages held out their hand and spoke a strange ancient word. Magic glyphs on the walls began to glow and fly off circling in the air until there was a flash of light. “Whoa” Mike said seeing an orb of light hovering before him. “What you see before you is a null spell called Prophet. For your understanding think of it as a magical computer connected to the Astral Plane. It can provide information and change form depending on what you need” Alma said. “That’s sounds pretty fucking cool, but I fail to see what that has to deal with me” Mike said. The Sages all looked at one another. “You are aware that our kind are pacifists by nature only taking on the call of battle when absolutely necessary correct?” the Sage of Quintessence asked. “Yeah. Ora said as much” Mike replied. “It has been over 2000 years since our kind engaged in war. Over a century since a pitched battle. We are…out of practice when it comes to the planning of war. We need you to plan for us” she said. “Okay you’re fucking with me. Me, just a dude that got a taste of power, you want to be your General? You have what, 20…30 times my life experience alone.” Mike said. “Perhaps we do ask too much. Alma, plan for a frontal assault…”

“No. That’ll just get you all mowed down. The power he has he can crater your asses before you get past the front door” Mike said. “You have a better plan?” Alma asked grinning. “Cute Alma. Real cute” Mike said. “Before I say anything, yes I was in the army, but I was just a First Lieutenant so don’t expect much” he said. They all nodded. “Uhh…how do I use this thing?” he asked. “Speak its name and it will connect to you” the Sage of Earth said. “Prophet?” Mike asked. “Yes?” it replied startling him. “Okay. Prophet. Show us a map of the world” Mike said. The orb of light turned into a holographic looking map. “Okay cool. Plot the point of our location and Kasem” he said. It did. “The first rule of invading is controlling the air. However in this case we should focus first on cutting Kasem’s power supply first. You said he’s feeding off the chaos of the world. Can we cut him off even just temporarily?” Mike asked. They all spoke with one another. “In theory yes. An empathic spell could temporarily cease hostile intent in people. It could even generate some good” the Sage of Wind replied. “Can it be done globally?” Mike asked. “With the stored power of the Sanctuary and a powerful empath casting it yes. However, this power is finite. Wouldn’t it be better to just unshrink those affected?” The Sage of wind asked. “Two reasons. One, Kasem could simply use the power he recently absorbed to recast the spell. He has more resources than we do. We can’t win this on attrition alone. Also, people being shrunk again would only cause even more chaos and fear than before. And two, like you said the power here is finite. We don’t have the resources to stop it over and over. So, first part of the plan should be to cast an…you called it an empathy spell over the world. Kasem will be forced to fight with what he has stored up. I know the guy. He’s not stupid. He can’t afford to use it on the humans or this place in fear it would leave him wide open to attack with no energy to defend himself. He’s saving that energy for a direct confrontation” Mike said. “If that is true wouldn’t it be a trap?” Alma asked. “A trap we have to spring. If we keep waiting the absolute worst will happen. Prophet, focus on the Korean Peninsula” he said. The map zoomed into the region.

“In a span of a day, the middle of the entire Peninsula was turned into a real-life map of Fallout 3. Over a million dead with probably half a million more dying by the end of the week…if we’re lucky. When those bombs detonated, they kicked up millions of tons of radioactive soot and ash that’s right now sprinkling over parts of China. I’m betting China isn’t very happy about that. Back in training, we learned certain truths about some hot zones we could be stationed at. One was South Korea. What happened yesterday was one of the things they talked about. If such a thing happened, the next step would be to send US forces into North Korea to render aid and to stop any more missile launches. Sounds good so far right? Here’s the problem. China would send its own forces into North Korea too for the same reasons plus one more. To prevent any US forces getting near the Chinese border. Last thing they want is troops and tanks on their border. What happens next is obvious. Both sides meet in North Korea and slug it out. Round two of the Korean War starts but this time it doesn’t end in a nuclear stalemate. Someone, somewhere pushes the button and it’s game over folks. The US loses, China loses, the Korean Peninsula becomes the world’s largest pothole, the world goes to use em’ or lose em’ mode with their own nukes. Kasem wins the long game and in this game there is no second place” Mike said coldly.

There was a quietness among them. “Now, if we can cut off his ability to absorb chaos energy we can force him to use what he does have to defend himself. A complete and total bombardment of his location. Every big ass fuckin’ spell you can throw at him all at once. Shock and awe his punk ass” Mike said. “Agreed. Make him burn up energy sustaining his barrier. If we’re lucky, we may take out some low ranking Asura trapped outside when it happens” the Sage of Fire said. “That still leaves Kasem. He has more than enough power to sustain that barrier. This will weaken us and put us into a disadvantage in actual combat” the Sage of Earth said. “That’s why we use the others to attack from all sides. While his forces are dealing with ours, that leaves him without support. The goal isn’t for you Sages to defeat him on your own” Mike said. “Then what is it?” Alma asked confused. “I know Kasem. He likes to fight up close and personal. Your job should be to give him what he wants so he won’t see what’s coming. And what’s coming is something he’s not used to. A long-range pinpoint attack. Do you have any spells that can be used long range, super fast, extremely powerful, and hopefully pierce barriers?” Mike asked. They all looked at one another. “There’s a lightning spell…”

“No. No lightning spells. Kasem has that shit on lock. Might as well try drowning an ocean with a bucket of water. Anything else?” Mike asked. “There’s one other. The Hou Yi. It’s a light magic based arrow spell. However, it’s range is limited to 100 meters and is difficult to control. It’s more on an invocation like Prophet than an attack spell” the Sage of Fire replied. “100 meters is too close. He could see it coming. It needs to be further away. Can this place boost that spell too?” Mike asked. “Yes but doing so would render the spell unusable Michael. The spell would have to be cast right here. It cannot be boosted remotely” Alma said. “And?” Mike asked. “And fired from here. Kasem is nearly 1,600 miles north of here. You understand what you’re asking?” Alma asked. “Then we treat the damn thing like a missile instead of an arrow. I know spells can be reinforced during use after fighting with Sora. We can use Yaksha stationed along the way to guide it” Mike said. They were speechless with his idea. “Theoretically it could be done” the Sage of Quintessence said. “You must be joking. Never in history has that spell been used that way. What about obstructions such as trees, birds, human aircraft?” the Sage of Earth asked. “Prophet? How many commercial aircraft are flying right now?” Mike asked. “36” it replied. “Usually that number is close to 10,000. Because of all that’s happening, most flights are permanently grounded. Only military aircraft are flying which means the odds of hitting one is low” Mike said. “But still…”

“Prophet? How many people have died due to Kasem’s shrinking spell directly and indirectly?” Mike asked. “38,477,206 humans have died due to Kasem’s spell directly and indirectly” it replied. “And that number will exceed over a billion easily if we fail. I’m going to tell you what my Sargent said when I first stepped foot on Afghan soil. “Time to hike up your big boy panties because here on out its game time.” Now I told you what we need to do. Listen to me or not that’s on you. Anything else Alma?” Mike asked. “No Michael. Thank you” she said. And on that Mike put his shoes back on and left them.

Later that evening, Mike laid in his bed thinking about what he had been told just an hour prior. The Sages had approved his plan and the attack would begin the next morning. Tomorrow would decide the fate of the world. Obviously it caused issues with him falling asleep. But as he laid in bed, he sensed something in the distance. A strange pull on the shard of the Coin. Curious, he got up and walked outside. By this time of night most were either asleep or fucking meaning nobody was walking around. Mike followed the strange feeling for what seemed like a quarter mile but really 58 ft. to his shrunken form. The sensation came from just beyond the barrier surrounding the capital. Mike stepped through the barrier and was instantly back to normal size. He looked behind to see the miniature city. The feeling was closer now and so he walked further in its direction. He followed it until he came across a small stream and then stopped. Even though he had only moonlight, he could see fairly well and for all intents and purposes he seemed alone. But Mike knew such beliefs were foolish when dealing with magic. His eyes focused before him and he looked down at the ground. Two footprints. “You can drop the illusion act. I know you’re there” Mike said. Shimmering into view was a familiar woman. “The girl from the pet store?!” Mike asked. Indeed it was. The same woman who helped him buy a terrarium for the shrunken female prisoners nearly two months ago. “Hi Mike. Been awhile” she said. “Hannah…if that’s your real name” he said.

“No. My real name is Agni. My full name is The Great Sage of the Crooked Flame Agni. Current Empress of the Asura” she said smiling. Mike knew she wasn’t bullshitting. He could sense she was strong. Damn strong. Her clothes were a simple red cloak wrapped around her body and black leather sandals. “Don’t know what your game is coming here but we will stop you” Mike said. “Don’t get your panties twisted. I’m not here to fight. I’m on your side” she said. Mike didn’t trust her. “You don’t trust me. You shouldn’t. I mean I wouldn’t. I’ve had my eye on you for a while Mike. Ever since I learned of someone using Asura magic to shrink people being used in your tiny corner of the world. Had my eye on your grandfather too at one time. Our meeting in that our store wasn’t a coincidence. For a long time, I’ve wondered who was trapped in that Coin. Imagine my shock learning it was the infamous Kasem the Sage. A Sage with the only ever given title “the Death Conqueror”. I’ve grown fond of humans” she said sitting down. “Really?” Mike asked sitting next to her. “Yes really. I am half human. My father was a Macedonian Captain in Alexander the Great’s army. He met my mother when his forces invaded India. Instead of eating him, she chose to take him as a mate. I was born less than a year later. Me and my mother followed him all the way back to Babylon where we lived for some years. Lived as a human. Learn to ride horses like a human, attended school as a human, falling in love like a human. In my teens I awoke to my Asura blood the night I gave up my virginity. My desires, my thirst for chaos energy, burned within me as the boy fucking me groaned and grunted. In an instant he found himself shrunk before me. Within seconds his begging filled my ears as he slipped past my lips. As he slowly digested in my belly I could feel his sorrow of betrayal. It fueled me. But once it was all over I was left with grief.”

“You humans are far more than a source of nutrition to us. Your hopes and dreams, the passion in what you do and who you love. I was too young and crazed to see it that night, but I came to understand as I got older. I understood why my mother did not eat my father. I tell you all this because I know what will be lost if the world burns because of Kasem. He is not just an enemy of the Yaksha but to all life. The irony is not lost on me. The one that conquered death is the enemy of all life” Agni said as she soaked her feet in the stream. “You didn’t seek me out just to tell me all this” Mike said.

“No, I didn’t. Kasem was trapped in that Coin because he was too powerful to be killed. Yaksha and Asura can’t die by normal human means. You could shoot me in the head right now it and wouldn’t do shit. It takes powerful magic to end our lives. But one as powerful as Kasem, it takes more. A lot more Michael. Spells to raze an entire land. But for Kasem itself that still wouldn’t be enough. How do you kill a man who conquered death? How do you kill someone with an immortal undying body? The trick is to destroy their soul. Kasem could endure even with his body torn asunder. All he would need is a viable host. Someone already primed. Someone like you” she said. Mike felt the shard of the Coin in his chest. “Yes that. A fragment of his power, a whisper of his soul still embedded within you. Even now you can feel the pull to him like a magnet. I wish to make you a proposal Mike. End him once and for all” she said. “And how the hell would I do that?” he asked. “If his body is too far gone to fight, he will undoubtedly seek a better one. You would fit the bill perfectly. And if he possesses you, then the path to his final, eternal death lays in your hands. All you have to do when he’s inside you is…die” she replied. “Oh, is that all?” Mike asked chuckling.

“By dying, your death will drag him down too. He will scourge the Earth no longer. No other lives he can ruin. If you don’t accept my offer than all they can do is seal him again and we both know how that worked out last time” Agni said touching his cheek. Mike grabbed her throat with his hand and squeezed. “Don’t try to play games with me. You Asura are all liars. Fuck with me and you’ll learn that even though separated, Kasem’s influence still gives me certain…appetites” Mike said squeezing her right breast. Agni smiled and shrunk herself until she easily fit in his hand. “That fire in your eyes. I like fire Michael” she said with glowing tiny little eyes. Mike closed his hand around her and began to squeeze. “Yes, that’s it. Tighter. Tighter!” she yelled. There was a cracking of bones and she spat blood. Mike relented. “And it was just getting good. Rape me, suck on me, swallow me alive I can take it all. A small price to pay if you take my offer” she said. “Why come secretly? Why not come directly to the Sages?” Mike asked. “They’d never trust me” she replied. “I DO NOT trust you” Mike said to her.

“He killed my daughter. The ruler of the Ebon Palace in my stead was my daughter and at one time supposed to be my successor. Like me she was gifted in fire magics beyond her peers. I respected her choice not to become a Sage. Kasem defeated her and then ate her alive. I couldn’t even bury her. Is that reason enough for you now?” she said sniffling. “I agree to your proposal” he muttered. Agni nodded and grew back to human size. She kissed him roughly and Mike felt, along with her tongue in his mouth, three small pieces of magic enter him. “What the hell was that?” he asked. “Three powerful Sage level spells you can invoke when needed. A spell of teleportation, a spell of binding, and a spell of nullification. You will need one or all three to trap him” she replied. Mike felt his wrists and chest become hot. Three magic spell arrays glowed there briefly before disappearing. “Good luck Michael. And for what it’s worth, I am sorry” Agni said before disappearing in a flash of flames. Mike returned to his room leaving him time to think about what happened and what he agreed to.

He laid down back in bed and looked over at sleeping Katie. Mike began to pet her as she slept. “Well, I made a pretty fucked up deal just now. The real you would be chewing my ass out right now” he said. Katie stirred and woke up. “Sorry. I didn’t man to wake you” he said picking her up and holding her. He stroked her tiny feet admiring how she instinctively curled her toes on his fingertip. “I wish you could chew me out. Yell at me. Laugh. Cry. Something” he said. His finger pulled her little panties off. Mike brought her to his face and began licking. “Your pussy still tastes sweet” he muttered. Katie was panting in his hand. He laid her down on his pillow and shrank down to her size. He took off his boxers and steadied himself before sliding his cock into her. Without a soul, Katie was pure instinct. The only emotions afforded her was stimulation. She enjoyed the feeling of him fucking her. Digging her heels into his thighs to anchor him, she wanted more. His hand caressing her cheek. The way he looked into her eyes. And then him kissing her roughly as he pounded her. She began to mirror him returning the kiss. Her little hand touching his cheek. “Katie?” he asked. She did not answer with her voice but with her body as she came. Her pussy squeezing his cock milking him for every drop of semen. Her finger brushed across his lips as if curious. “Katie honey? Are you there?” he asked shocked. She cocked her head to the side. Mike pulled out of her. Mike realized she was only mirroring him and cried bitterly. Her hand pulled his away from his eyes. She wiped a tear away and stared at it. He held his hand out and she held it. Mike didn’t know what to say or do especially in the wake of what he asked Kanya to do for him.

The next morning…

Mike sought out Ora and found her watching silently as the Yaksha prepared to leave. “How many?” Mike asked. “107. Barely half of them can be called masters. However it goes, today is going to be a bloody one. Many won’t come back alive” she muttered. Mike sat down next to her. “I never apologized about before. I should’ve given you a second chance. You were left with a near impossible choice to make. I’m sorry” he said. “I bear the most blame. I spoke in half-truths for my own interests” she said. “You look pretty today. You even painted your toenails. What’s up with that?” he asked. “Alma’s idea. That maybe cleaning myself up will make the enemy give pause to attacking a pretty girl. Sounds stupid” she said. “I wouldn’t say that. It’s why I didn’t kill you” he said. Ora looked at him surprised. “What? I had intentions on fucking you at the time. So I had a…vested emotional interest in you” he shrugged. “I knew you were angry with me, but I didn’t understand why you were that much hurt by it” she whispered. “What’s done is done” he said. “Michael. I sense something else is on your mind” she said. “Katie acted strange last night. Like…she showed emotions. Is that possible?” he asked.

“No, emotions are part of our souls. Maybe what you saw was primal instinct. What was going on at the time?” she asked. “Me…ahem cumming inside her” he replied deeply embarrassed. “Instinct. The oldest one. Once someone loses their soul they can’t get it back. Least I’ve never heard of it happening” she said. Mike quietly nodded. “About Katie…” she said. “Already taken care of” he replied quickly. Ora was curious as what he meant by that. “The empathy spell will begin in an hour. I should help Kanya get ready” Ora said getting up and leaving him.

Mike sat there alone conceding that today all of his karmic debt would be paid. One way or another. “As the Klingons would say…Today is a good day to die” he muttered smiling.

Chapter 25…Aftermath pt. 2

In Rio de Janeiro…

Carlos had been sleeping off a wild binge of wine and sex with his newlywed wife Rosa. His mind was hazy as he woke up. Last he remembered was finishing off a bottle of wine as he fucked her. “Rosa?” he asked looking around not seeing her. He moved on the bed and felt something under his ass. At first he thought she had gone to sunbathe at the hotel pool and what was under his ass was the wine cork. But when he got up he saw the horrifying truth. Rosa half crushed and suffocated. Apparently, just on the verge of passing out, Carlos was fucking her missionary as the Shrink Effect hit Rio. Rosa fell into the 10% of victims affected. She shrank just seconds after Carlos pulled out of her but due to their position, she shrank underneath his ass. Carlos sat up just long enough to kill her before flopping on the bed passing out. He slept through the night not knowing his wife’s corpse was underneath his ass.

In Osaka…

Ayumi thought hard about going into to work today. It wouldn’t be the first time she had but she did for different reasons today. She worked as an office lady in a small-time publishing company that only employed six people including the boss himself. They pay was average and the work itself was okay but there was her boss. Middle aged, overweight, and something that thought nothing of sexually harassing Ayumi. Staring at her tits, her ass, her legs, even her feet. Yesterday the Shrink Effect struck Osaka at 2:14 pm JST. At that moment, only she and her boss were in the office. The others were either on assignment or a late lunch. The red flash filled the sky and suddenly her boss was shrinking in his chair. Terrified he tried to run away for help only to get a few feet before shrinking to three inches. Ayumi was clearly shocked by the event but deep within her she felt like this was a gift from the Kami, the Shinto gods and goddesses she prayed for deliverance from him each Sunday. “Sumeragi-san please help me!” he begged the giantess. Ayumi said nothing as she slipped her right heel off her foot. “What…what’re you doing! STOP!” he yelled as she raised her stocking foot over him and slowly pressed down. He couldn’t breathe as the ball of her foot squeezed his chest. Not like there was air to breathe under her giant sweaty stocking big toe on his face. Ayumi enjoyed it and made sure to extend his suffering. Then the tiniest crack of bones she heard, and she pressed harder and harder until he popped. His blood soaking through her stocking she stood there for a moment to memorize the sensation. Then rationale came to her she murdered him and quickly cleaned up any evidence. It only took 5 minutes of paper towels, disinfectant and a small trash bag to cover it up. She disposed of it in a dumpster outside and made her way back to her apartment. Now she wondered if she should go back to work. The city was in chaos. Firefighters were still cleaning up the mess. The city got lucky as no trains had crashed. The people themselves, some went to work out of social obligation or pride. Others stayed at home to take care of shrunken spouses and children or simply were too scared to leave. If she stayed nine would think different. If she went some would respect that. If she did go the question of what happened to the boss would come up. Especially since her coworkers knew he was alone with her. Ayumi began crying not out of fear but practice. “I didn’t see him on the floor! I was scared and cleaned it up!” she could say. In the chaos she wouldn’t be alone saying that. Ayumi decided to go to work.

In Honolulu…

Jennifer sat on her bed in the darkness. The clock said 3:40 am on her nightstand but she could still hear the emergency sirens. They haven’t stopped for a second since it struck. Jennifer was far away from her family that lived in Seattle. She had married a serviceman and came with him when he was stationed in Hawaii. She loved kids even back when she was a preteen babysitting for them and dreamed of having her own one day. Alas, she couldn’t being infertile. Something she learned six years ago. Her husband cruelly filed for divorce because of it. Even though all this hurt, she decided to become an elementary school teacher for her love of kids. A love that would break her tender heart. She was busy getting the lesson plans ready for the next period as her grade had morning recess outside. She didn’t know of what was coming. It had already struck Osaka and at its speed would arrive at her school in just over a minute and a half. The sky grew red and then a flash at 9:16 am HAST. At first, Jennifer didn’t know what it was then she feared a nuclear attack as only a few years ago she and many Hawaiians were subjected to a North Korea missile attack false alarm. She ran outside and saw no mushroom cloud. What she did see was kids staring at the ground. All of them. “Come back inside! Come…” she yelled just as kids broke into a panic seeing classmates shrunk before their eyes. Not all of them panicked as some reached down to pick them up. Her rational mind kicked in seeing one unfortunate boy squashed by a classmate running to the door.

“STOP RUNNING!” she screeched. It was enough for everyone to stop. She asked the kids to help carefully pick the shrunk classmates up. Miraculously they did to great effect. Just as she thought the worst was over she saw one tiny figure on the ground near the dodgeball square. She squinted to see a young boy sitting and crying. She recognized him from her own class. “CHASE?! Okay don’t move sweetie!” Jennifer yelled as she came to him. The boy stood up seeing the giantess teacher waving his hand. Suddenly, a hawk flew down and snatched him away. “NOOOO!” she screamed running to where he was but the bird with its catch was long gone. On the ground was a tiny black flip flop belonging to the boy. Jennifer silently returned to the school.

The next few hours were a blur to her. Teachers rounding up shrunken students and placing them all in one classroom. Parents coming to pick up their kids. 9 parents being told their kids didn’t make it. Someone tried to comfort Jennifer. She didn’t know who. They drove her home. 413 kids went to her school. 42 were shrunk. 9 didn’t survive the experience. And in her hand still was the tiny flip flop the size of her fingernail. She knew the boy well being his teacher. Great at math. Bad at English. Good at P.E. She remembered getting a hug from him once. He wasn’t just her student. He was her kid. It was enough to break her.

In Los Angeles…

Miley Cyrus was sitting on her hotel bed waiting for room service. The once upon a time Hanna Montana star was getting impatient. Then a knock on the door. “About fucking time” she hissed opening the door as the room service porter had her lunch. She stood aside as he wheeled in the rolling tray. The door closed behind him. He lifted the tray showing her the salad, cheesecake, and plant smoothie. She took a sip and spat it out. “I said kale not spinach!” she yelled tossing it all over him. Just a second after she did the sky went red and then a flash. Los Angeles was struck by the Shrink Effect at 12:17 pm PST. 62 seconds after Honolulu was hit. Both were blinded by the light and as their vision returned. He could see the pop star was now shrunk on the floor. He grinned at her. “What…what’re you doing?” she asked as he reached down and picked her up. Part of him said to smuggle her out. A shrunken pop star is someone’s dream out there. But he grew worried that someone would find her on him somehow. So, he chose another option. He tore off her bathrobe and panties. He opened his mouth and licked her. “Oh god someone help! This fucking freak wants to eat me!” she screamed. Nobody could hear her over the panic brewing in the hotel. He pushed her into his mouth headfirst and slurped her in. Her kicking legs soon pulled in leaving just her tiny feet visible between his lips. Then those were gone too. He had a person, a celebrity, Disney royalty, in his mouth and she tasted delicious. “I’m tasting Miley Cyrus’ pussy!” he thought. There were footsteps outside the door. Panicking, he swallowed sending the screaming pop star down his throat. Cautiously he stepped out of the room. Apparently the footsteps he heard was a bellhop trying to calm the guests. Guests with shrunken family members in their hands. The man smiled and went about his business feeling her struggling in his stomach.

In Duckwater Nevada

Of all the places to be struck by the spell, Duckwater may have endured the cruelest irony. Sitting 115.7147 degrees W longitude, it was the endpoint of the spell. As the spell was sent as a pulse around the globe, the convergence point on the direct opposite side of the globe came together along this longitude exactly. Now almost nobody worldwide lived on this line…except for the people of Duckwater Nevada. A Native American reservation of 251 residents. Out of those 251, 50 were shrunk. Why was the percentage higher here? Because being the convergence point the spell hit them TWICE. And it gets worse. Out of those 50, 5 people were shrunk not once but twice. Those unlucky bastards ended up not three inches tall but three millimeters tall. They would not live to see the tomorrow. At 12:17 pm PST, 12 seconds after Los Angeles was hit, five people of Duckwater saw themselves lower on the food chain than bugs. One was outside and was eaten within minutes by a common sparrow. Another mauled to death by an ant. A third crushed underfoot never noticed by his own nephew. The fourth drowning in her own bottled water she had been drinking and dropped when it happened. And the fifth, eaten by a spider in her own home.

All the death, destruction, and chaos being fed directly to Kasem on the other side of the world.

At the White House Situation Room…

“Gentleman, we got the Pentagon, NORAD, the NSA, CDC, the Secretary of State and Secretary of Treasury on this conference chat" the President said. “First question. What the fuck did this?!” he yelled. “It wasn’t biological. We confirmed that. No trace of foreign bacteria or virus in the victims” the CDC said. “Speaking of victims, anything connecting them? Anything at all?” the President said. “Nothing. As far as we can tell it was totally random. No country, political, religious, race, sex , age or gender put them together. Not even finances” the NSA replied. “Jesus Christ the economy” the President muttered. “Good news this happened just after the exchange closed for the day. It’s closed today but that just buying us time. 10% of the population was shrunk. We need to consider them casualties. The economic problems due to covid will look like a bad day on the stock market compared to what’s coming. It’s only a matter of weeks before the global market goes down in flames. Layoffs, inflation, gas prices, people will riot in every country on the planet. This could even start wars” the Secretary of Treasury said. “Speaking of war. Col. North?” the President asked.

“As you probably know as well as my esteemed colleague General Walters, our armed forces weren’t spared this Shrink Effect as its being called. Our fighting forces dropped 10%. But that goes the same most likely from not just our allies in NATO but our enemies too. China and Russia were both hit hard. Maybe even harder” the Colonel from NORAD said. “I agree the Col. North. We’ve been shortchanged good but since we’ve been moving our operations to unmanned systems, the damage was minimized. We need to concern ourselves with our nuclear readiness in case China or Russia decides to take advantage” the General replied. “I’ve already switched out personnel from affected silos” North said. “Now back to the matter of what this is. Was it natural like some cosmic event?” the President replied. “Deep space telemetry didn’t pick anything up, but we do have a lead. Seconds before this happened, our spy satellites did detect a red energy burst inside China. This burst spread across the planet. We strongly believe this was what shrunk people around the world” North said. “Strongly my ass. That fucking did it. Now what was it?” the Secretary of State asked. “We ran it past some DARPA eggheads and the best guess right now is its a new Chinese weapon that blew up in their faces” General Walters said. “A new weapon that can shrink people. Seriously?” the President said. “We don’t know if that was its purpose. We’re getting conflicting evidence. It radiated out across the upper atmosphere like an EMP, but it traveled around 41 miles per second. Nowhere near as fast as an EMP. Possibly a radiation focused weapon like a neutron bomb using an EMP pulse wave as a booster” General Walters said. The President sighed.

“There’s also the issue of people killing shrinking victims. 911 is flooded with calls and the police are short staffed being affected too. I recommended mobilizing the National Guard and declaring martial law” the Secretary of State said. The President nodded. “Col. North. I want every surveillance asset we have watching China and Russia. If Xi or Putin so much as scratches their asses the wrong way I want to know about it. Upgrade our readiness to DEFCON 3. Now if you’ll excuse me I have a conference call with NATO. We’ll meet again this time tomorrow unless something else happens” the President said ending the call. The President took a few steps back and sat on his now giant ballpoint pen wondering what’ll happen next. In other countries around the world, similar meetings were taking place.

Meanwhile…

Kasem aggressively kissed Juna as he sat on the throne. Juna sat in his lap turned towards him. She wriggled her toes letting her sandals fall to the floor. She took off the top of her red robe giving him access to her tits. Juna playfully bit his ear as he squeezed her right breast. Suddenly he sighed. “It’ll have to wait. We’re about to have company” he said. Seconds later, seven teleportation magic circles appeared. Kasem had Juna get off his lap as seven Asura appeared before him. “It’s rude not to knock before entering” Kasem said looking at them. “You invade the Ebon Palace, killed its guards, killed its protector, abused its power, and now sully the throne room with a free mortal. Does your audacity have no bounds?” one asked. “What you call audacity I call a full day’s work. Am I not allowed to fuck my mate in my free time?” Kasem asked. “Cut the shit Kasem! You used the Ebon Palace to cast a treaty breaking spell! The whole planet is in an uproar!” one shouted. “And it’s glorious. Already the Apex Lattice is absorbing chaos energy at a rate it hasn’t seen since its creation. Soon I can impose a new world order that does not include Yaksha” Kasem said. “Your new world order threatens the world Kasem. Threatens not just this council but our entire species” another said. “Aww, you’re worried about your roles in the new order. All you have do is obey. I reward loyalty and I punish fools and traitors. Which one shall you be?” Kasem asked. “Enough of this. Restrain him” the Asura said. Ethereal chains formed in midair and shot forth wrapping around Kasem’s arms and legs. Kasem simply stood there. They motioned for the chains to drag him to the floor and yet Kasem didn’t budge. Lighting coursed through the chains as they increased their might. Kasem simply chuckled flexing his power. Red energy surrounded his body and the chains snapped. Each member of the council was taken aback.

“Nice binding spells you used there. Sage level which means you borrowed them. Pity, yesterday they may have worked against me, but now with the power of the Ebon Palace coursing through me its wasted effort. You fools don’t even see what the point of you being sent here was” Kasem said walking towards them. “What are you prattling about Kasem?” one asked. “Ask yourself a question. Why didn’t the sages themselves come to face me? Why not the Empress herself? Why send master level Asura to fight a Sage, especially one in command of this place?” he asked. They looked at one another. “It’s because they want to test my power and resolve. Acceptable losses as humans put it. You either get slaughtered, escape, or in the very off chance succeed. Either way they lose nothing substantial” he said. “And you’re better? The first floor still reeks of burnt flesh!” one yelled. “I gave them a death befitting a soldier. Fast and efficient. The only disgrace was their piss poor magics. Before I was sealed away, even an intermediate could strike terror in a lord or royal vassal. Now I doubt they could defeat someone like my wife here. No offense Juna” he said. “None taken” Juna said grinning. “Look around you. The place is drawing more power than ever before and not just from China but the world!” Kasem yelled. “At the world’s expense! Humans have progressed to the point where they can burn the world and that’s where they’re heading as we speak!” one of the council shouted. “Let them” Kasem said coldly.

“You’re insane” one whispered. “Oh, I’m quite sane I assure you. Let them burn the world as I use this power to crush the Yaksha. From the ashes we can rule over humanity uncontested without the Yaksha breathing down our necks” Kasem said. “Curious. For one that was one of them to hate them so much” one said. “True, I was one of them at one time. Even then I had doubts about their choice of dealing with the humans. Trying to enforce order on such a species makes as much sense as trying to make a rain cloud drop its rain single file. Humans will always have chaos in their hearts. And yet they choose them over my wife. I used human criminals for my experiments. The lowest of the low and they still chose their lives over my wife’s. A woman who never hurt a fly. I don’t just hate the Yaksha. I hate the hypocrisy they stand for” Kasem hissed as his body glowed with chaos energy. “If we refuse to side with you, will you kill us?” one asked. “No. As long as you don’t interfere, I will take no action upon you. But let it be known that if you do not side with me, you will have no place at my table come the new order” Kasem replied. The council looked at one another. Three teleported away leaving four behind. They approached Kasem. They bowed to one knee. Juna touched the shoulder of one of them. “Rise from the floor. My husband wants kinsmen not servants” she said. “She speaks true. A servant is no more a tool for its master and my people shall not be tools any longer” Kasem said. They bowed in acknowledgement. “Now if you will excuse us, I was just about to fuck and cum inside my wife before you arrived. Please excuse yourselves. I have heirs to make” Kasem said to them.

12 hours later on the other side of the world…

“So, this is where you are” Kanya said sitting next to him outside. “I wanted to look at the stars. With no city lights you can really see them. That’s Mars. Over there the constellation Orion” he said pointing them out. “They are pretty. What’s on your mind you can’t sleep?” she asked. “I had a hand in bringing an end to the world” he replied. “I wouldn’t say end” she said. “Kanya, I was a soldier. I’ve seen what happens to people when their society is uprooted. Violence, terror, atrocities, refugees, death, and exploitation. These things are like a rock on top of a steep hill. You just need a push, a tipping point to get it rolling. Countries with nuclear weapons just had a tenth of their population shrunk and are demanding someone held to blame. Let’s stop pretending we don’t know where this will lead” he said softly. Kanya snuggled close to him. This morning you were the happiest I’ve ever seen you" she said changing the subject. “Good pussy will do that to a man” he snickered. “Mike, we both know why you were happy. Someone cared for you again” she said. “Someone I haven’t hurt. Haven’t destroyed their lives” he said. Kanya suddenly kissed him.

“Your kindness means a lot to me as does your happiness. You are happy right?” he asked. “Yeah I’m happy. Ora treats me nice” she replied. Mike brushed some of her hair out of her face. “Sorry. I…” he muttered. “I don’t mind you being intimate with me. My heart has a lot of room” she said smiling. His hand carried her cheek and Kanya began shrinking. Her heart fluttered as he held her in his hand when she stopped. “This is how I should’ve been to you. If I had done right the first time” he said pulling her jacket off. Mike continued with her tiny shoes and jeans. Off came her shirt and her tiny socks leaving her in just her panties. “You’re not cold are you?” he asked. "Your hands are keeping me warm. Mike slipped her panties off and sniffed deeply of her cunt. He looked into her little eyes, and she nodded. Kanya moaned as he began licking and sucking her tiny pussy. “God your little pussy tastes good. Oh god Kanya…” he moaned as he kissed her legs. “I don’t want to be angry anymore” he whispered as he kissed her small feet. Kanya kissed the tip of his nose as he tongued her pea sized tits. Mike quietly nuzzled her naked body to him as his finger kept rubbing between her ass and pussy. Kanya whimpered as she came. “Can I tell you a secret?” he asked. “Of course you can” she replied relaxing in his hands. “Since yesterday, I’ve grown stronger. I can feel his anger and rage through what’s left of the Coin in my chest. It’s scares me Kanya. It scares me a lot” he whispered. “You can feel him?” she asked. Mike closed his eyes and when he opened them they faintly glowed. “I’ve been fighting it but it’s getting worse. If the worst happens I need you to promise me something” he said. “Anything Mike” she said. Mike whispered into her ear. “Please no” she begged. “Out of all of them you’re the only one I really trust” he said. Kanya shed a tear and nodded. “I’m still mean aren’t I?” he muttered. Kanya looked up to see him staring up at the sky. “It really is a pretty sky” he whispered. Not too long later, they went back inside. “What’s going on?” Mike asked as everyone was staring at the tv. Mike looked at the tv.

“Hostilities have officially broken out between North and South Korea! Yesterday evening, North Korean refugees using the Shrink Effect as cover made their way through the DMZ and crossed the 38th Parallel into South Korea! Tens of thousands with many holding shrunken family members crossed before North Korean armed forces invaded the DMZ to stop them! In response, South Korean and the US Army sent in troops to safely escort refugees in! At 3:03 pm local time, both forces engaged in combat forcing North Korea to fall back to their side of the DMZ! In retaliation, North Korea began shelling Seoul! I repeat North Korea has opened fire with artillery on Seoul! Apologies for yelling but the explosions are very intense here! I…what’s…what’s going on?” the news reporter asked as alarms changed and the soldiers on the street began running. “Missile launch inside North Korea! Take shelter! TAKE SHELTER!” one soldier yelled. “You heard him! North Korea has launched a missile towards Seoul! I will try to stay in the air as long as…”

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE…

NO SIGNAL

The Sages, Sora, and Ora suddenly cringed. “What’s wrong?!” Kanya asked Ora. “A great many cried out and were just…silenced. Nature, the balance has shifted again towards chaos” Ora muttered.

“We have lost contact with Norman Hanover our chief correspondent in Seoul South Korea. We don’t know if it was due to s signal failure or something worse. We’ll try to reconnect” the newscaster said in their studio.

10 minutes later…

“Are…are we live? Okay, we have been able to confirm from sources in the Pentagon that North Korea has struck Seoul with a 150 kiloton nuclear weapon. Calculations show that at least 275,000 people have died in the blast. We believe that our correspondent Norman Hanover was caught in the blast which is why we suddenly lost the feed. Our condolences go out to his wife and two children, and the many thousands lost today” the newscaster said quietly. “Kanya. Remember what I said earlier about where this was going?” Mike asked. “A tipping point?” she asked. “Tipping point” he replied.

“EAM action message from the President!” communications officer said. The XO read the message. “Captain, we have a launch order” the submarine XO said. The captain had to be carried by his XO to the comm screen. Like millions of others, he was affected by the shrinking spell. The XO retrieved his card and cracked open the sealed plastic case. The weapons officer cracked open the case for the captain. “Alpha, Indigo, Foxtrot, 3,0,9, Zulu, Tango, Alpha, Wilco, Tango, Foxtrot, 1. Confirm” the XO asked. “Alpha, Indigo, Foxtrot, 3,0,9, Zulu, Tango, Alpha, Wilco, Tango, Foxtrot, 1. Confirmed. Target is Pyongyang. Prep missile launch. Bring in the antenna and raise to launch depth” the captain ordered. The submarine began to rise and stopped just 30 ft. below the ocean surface. “Launch bay door opened. Trident is hot. I repeat Trident is hot!” the weapons officer said. The XO looked at the three-inch-tall captain as he held his key. The captain nodded to him and the weapons officers holding his. In unison, they turned their keys. “Trident launch!” the weapons officer yelled. The deadly nuclear missile roared from the ocean into the sky and slowly arced north. “Trident has positive tracking! Accelerating…trajectory is go. Closure to target is 6 minutes 52 seconds.”

………….

“MIRV separation confirmed. Airbursts in 5…4…3…2…1…detonation” the weapons officer confirmed. There was clapping in the submarine bridge. “There will none of that! We just sent 740,000 people to meet their maker. That’s not something to be clapping about regardless who it is. Understood?” the shrunken captain asked. There was a collective of quiet nods as the reality of detonating a 455 kiloton bomb in Pyongyang sunk in.

Kasem gasped as another massive pulse of chaotic energy filled his body. “Come Juna. You should share in this glory” he said. “But the energy…” she said scared looking at it around his body. “Will not harm you unless I will it” he said. She stepped forward and tentatively touched him. Surprised she wasn’t instantly incinerated; he held his hand. Kasem slowly and gently guided some of the energy into her body. Just a drop, just a taste into her mortal human form. “I’ve never felt such power! More…MORE!” she screamed as it felt every cell in her body drinking it in. “Not too much dear or it might cause…problems. It can be overwhelming” he said grinning as he saw her pussy dripping wet. Her juices running down her legs.

“Soon. Soon the world will cull itself and the Yaksha will be but a memory” he said. “The yaksha will come?” Juna asked still collecting herself. “They have no choice now. As much as they preach about freedom and order, they are just as much slaves to their own rigid beliefs as a petty little human. Let them come. They will burn like the moth to the flame” he said coldly.

Chapter 25…Aftermath pt. 1

Mike stood on the sun deck and looked northwest where the passenger jet crashed yesterday. He quietly sipped his coffee listening to faint emergency sirens carried by the wind. The wind itself, usually smelling of pine trees and lake water, stank of smoke and jet fuel. He walked back inside and checked on the new guests of Ora’s home. The Sages, stunned by the massive disturbance of spiritual energy, soon fell into a stupor after the worldwide shrinking. Shrinking back to their normal sizes, they rested on makeshift cots on Ora’s coffee table. They were all sound asleep each sleeping in one of Ora’s socks. Mike thought little of them even after their interesting entrances. He considered them wholly arrogant and cowardly. There was one though gave some respect for. The Sage of Water. It helped she was the prettiest.She was kinder than the rest. Didn’t really speak like she was regal but more normal. The way she acted Mike wondered if she lived a normal life around humans. She moved around in her sleep and ended up kicking the sock covering her body off.

She wasn’t wearing her robes and just had a strip of cloth covering her breasts, pussy, and ass. She looked no older than 20 and was obviously of mixed blood. Her hair was brown and long, her skin the color of honey, slim and slightly muscular. Mike knew he was playing with fire so to speak but he felt drawn to her, so he leaned in closely. She smelled of a natural spring on a mild spring day. His eyes roamed up and down her tiny body taking it in. His finger touched her right hand, and she grasped it in her sleep. Her hand was smooth. He gently pulled back and went down to her feet. He studied her bare foot like a watchmaker studying springs and gears. A slim pale sole with five teeny, little toes. Mike with his foot fetish was turned on and smelled her foot. Fresh as a breeze. He even noticed she painted her toes baby blue. She was very different from any mixed blood Yaksha he’d met before including Kanya and Ora. He wondered if being a Sage afforded things as a fresh scent even without bathing. Was magic involved? He was tempted, sorely tempted to lick her to see if she tasted as good as she looked but chose not to. He covered her back up, sat on the sofa and turned the tv on.

As he expected, every news channel ran so tired about the decimation shrinking. It had come out that one out of ten people had been shrunk. Mike changed the channel. “Fuck” he muttered seeing that during the shrinking, planes all over fell from the sky and crashed. JFK LaGuardia looked like it had been shelled with artillery. The newscaster explained a few things. The sobering fact was at any given time there are at least 9,800 planes actively flying in the air. With a 10% chance of being shrunk, mathematically there were some unlucky flights where both pilot and copilot where shrunk. “That explains the plane from last night” Mike muttered. One crashed on landing. Another on takeoff. Two slammed into the terminal taxing in. Mike knew it had to have happened at every major airport in the world was well. And that was just planes. Cars, trains, buses, all suffered major accidents, many fatal. And that was just transportation death. Mike changed the channel.

“Well, that’s different” he muttered seeing a shrunken female reporter standing next to a laid down microphone talking on tv. “Like millions of others I too was suddenly shrunk. There has been no definitive proof how or why. Some say it was magic. Others say a cosmic event or an act of God. There are some saying it was a terrorist attack. What we do know is the number of shrinking related deaths has skyrocketed just in the last hour. A report from Buffalo comes from a man whose wife was shrunk as she was giving her son a bath. She drowned. Another report from a woman in Albany said she saw the aftermath of her son being eaten by the family cat. Then there’s the report of a New York State college girl shrunk and suddenly crushed to death by the textbooks she had been carrying at the time. Hundreds of reports are coming in by the hour of similar fates. This just in…police are reporting shrinking related homicides. I repeat people are purposely killing shrinking victims” she said. A piece of paper was laid near her bare feet. “Oh my god. We expected it but it’s been confirmed that members of congress were not immune to the Shrink Effect as its being called. At least 30 confirmed cases have been reported” she said. Mike muted the tv and rubbed his eyes. “And this is how it begins” a voice said from behind. Mike turned to see the Sage of Water still barely clothed floating down to sit next to him.

“I thought you were asleep” he said. “Half asleep. Thanks for covering me up” she said grinning. “How what begins?” Mike asked. “What Kasem is doing. He could’ve crafted a spell to kill one out of ten, but he chose to shrink them. You know why? You ever heard of the expression “you can sheer a sheep many times but skin it only once”? By only shrinking them, Kasem can reap the chaos from it much more. There’s a LOT of bad things happening because of this right now. You mind holding me? It’s a little chilly” she said shivering. Mike shook his head and placed her in his hands. “Much better” she sighed rubbing her bare feet along his palm. “You’re not like the others Sage” he said. “Call me by my real name. Alma. No, I guess I am different from them. Probably because I’m way younger than them” she said. “How old are you Alma?” he asked. “I’ll be 63 years old this December” she replied. “You don’t look a day over 20” he said. “Why thank you sir. And you’re different from what I expected. Someone with Asura magic I expected them to be more…evil” she said. “I am. I did terrible things with it. I killed innocent people shrunk and kidnapped the girl I fell in love with. Bargained away lives so she could live again” he replied. Alma was surprised. “I was told Kasem knew necromancy” she said. “Knows it and fucked me over with it. I still feel his presence, but I don’t feel that anger behind it. I don’t feel much anger at all. I feel empty a little” he said. “Side effect of him tearing away from you. Asura use humans as proxies. They stoke the negative emotions inside them to control them. When you do it for so long when they leave what’s left behind is…burnt out. He literally wore out the angry part of you” she said. “That’s explains how I feel. Where are you from? You don’t look Asian like the rest” he said. “I’m one third French. One third Yaksha. And one third Russian. My mother was of mixed blood. My father was a soviet officer” she said. “Soviet officer?” he asked. “My mother fled Vietnam during the early days of the war and moved to Almaty Kazakhstan. In those days it was part of the Soviet Union. She fell in love with a soviet officer there and I was born” she said. “Did you know magic growing up?” he asked. “I knew of it. Kinda hard to keep that from a kid when your mom is normally the size of your finger. We didn’t know if I inherited the magic until the day when my best friend nearly died” she said.

“What happened?” he asked. “Well, me and mom were vacationing in the countryside like we do every summer. Me and Falka, a local boy I’d known since I was little was swimming and playing in the small river near our cottage home when he slipped on a rock in the river, hit his head, and went under. By the time I noticed he’d been under the water for a full minute. I dragged him out and he wasn’t breathing. I was scared, terrified and I began hitting his chest with my hands to get him to breathe. And then suddenly I felt something inside me. I could suddenly sense the water in his lungs. When I moved my hand over his chest the water moved with it. I moved my hands up and forced the water out of his mouth. As he coughed and gasped for air I saw my hands were glowing. I told mom that night what had happened. Next thing I knew I was shipped off to the Yaksha homeland to begin magic training” she said. “What was that like?” he asked. “Asking a lot of questions there” she said grinning. “Wanted to know more about you” Mike said. “Magic training was not easy. Countless hours of memorizing magic glyphs, invoking, failing, and trying again. And then there was physical training” she said. “Physical training for magic?” he asked. “Well, the energy needed to use magic depends a lot on your physical condition. A healthy body can use magic more than an overweight lazy one. But the biggest thing was when our magic awakens, so does our bouts of shrinking. Not just magic we inherit but the size too. So, we learn how to survive and navigate a world much larger than us. Climbing chairs and beds. Scrounging for food. Evading predators. When we reach the age of 16, we learn more…intimate things. You humans would call it sexual education. It’s more than sex though. It’s social and cultural sexual things too” she said. “Social? Cultural?” Mike asked confused. “Kinks and fetishes. Learning how to respond to certain body language. For example, I know you like my feet” she said. Mike blushed. “Don’t be embarrassed. I’m flattered really” she said smiling. “So umm…how did you become a Sage?” he asked.

“Hard work, time, and raw talent. As I was learning the elements, I found that while I was average at best with fire, wind, lightning and whatnot, I was really good with water. I was already casting level two spells within the first year. By the time I was 16, I had surpassed my first teacher and graduated to Master. By the time I was 20, I was pared up with Sora to begin Sage level magic training. I received my Sage certification on my 25th birthday” she said. “Sounds impressive” Mike said. “For most it takes decades to reach master level. And very few, maybe one in a generation is powerful enough to begin Sage training. I’m the first Sage of Water in 500 years” she said. “Okay more than sounds impressive” he chuckled. “It’s not all fun and games. Being a prodigy set me apart from others. Relationships were…few and far between. Most were intimidated by my power or my appearance. I don’t exactly look like the typical Yaksha” she said. “You mean they were racist to you? Seriously?” Mike asked. “Yaksha aren’t perfect Mike. The notion of bloodlines and pedigree still run strong in my culture” she said. “Fucking stupid. They don’t know what they missed out on” he spat. “You really mean that don’t you?” she asked. “Of course. You’re pretty, kind, and don’t act like you got a twig up your butt” he replied. His finer went to touch her but pulled away. “You can touch me” she said. “It’s complicated. I have Katie. After everything I owe her” he said. “An odd way to put it. Talk to me about it” she said. Mike ended up explaining what happened to Katie.

“That’s on me. I can’t just see someone else. I can’t be intimate with others with Katie the way she is” he said. “Do you still love her? Better yet can you love her the way she is?” Alma asked. Mile was about to answer but he paused. He thought about Katie and then thought about what she is now. “No” Mike said starting to cry. “What I loved about her is gone and it’s all my fault. All I can do is care for what she is now until I die” he sobbed softly. Alma flayed to his shoulder and sat on it. Her tiny hand caressed his wet cheek. To grieve is a gift not a punishment Michael. To close off your heart because of loss would a worse thing than losing someone you love as its two deaths not one" she said. Mike turned to look at her. “I’m not a good person” he said. “You’re a victim Mike. The first step to fixing what you broke is forgiving yourself” she said. “Kanya said that to me” he said. “Kanya is a smart girl” Alma giggled. Mike looked into her almond colored eyes. She suddenly kissed him. “Beat you to it” she giggled. “You should know I umm…sniffed you while I thought you were asleep” he muttered. “Hoped I smelled nice” she said. “You smelled perfect. How do you do that?” he asked. “Water magic” she replied. Mike kissed her and began missing her exposed tummy. She touched him and Mike ended up shrinking down until he was her size. She began taking off what little clothing she had on. She saw a tint of fear in him.

“What’s wrong?” she asked. “Every girl I’ve loved lately something bad happened to them” he said. “I’m a big girl…sort of. I can look after myself, but it is nice for a mortal to worry about me” she said. Mike took off his clothes and scooted closer to her. They shared a passionate kiss and only broke it off for them to breathe. His lips sucked her hard nipples as his hand felt her arm. Mike gently pushed her on her back, and she playfully pushed her feet on his chest. His hand caressed her right leg and came to her foot. His thumb pressed into her sole as his fingers rubbed her toes and in between them. Mike kissed her arch and the ball of her foot. Her left foot rubbing his erect cock. Alma giggled as Mike sucked her toes one by one. Alma saw something in his eyes. an almost kind of relief hearing her giggle. For him it had been too long since he heard the giggle of a girl he cared about. Mike let go of her foot and made his way to her pussy. Alma moaned as his tongue parted her lips and delved deeper within. Mike was shocked by what he found. Her pussy juice was not what he expected. It wasn’t sticky or overly sweet. It was damn near like fruit flavored spring water. Alma was a literal fountain down there. “Jesus Christ. And you said men chose not to sleep with you?” he asked after coming up. Alma shrugged. “They’re fucking morons” he said as he slid his cock into her.

Alma nearly cried out but held it in as he slowly bottomed out in her. Now Mike wanted very badly to breed this tiny Yaksha to within an inch of her life. To really pound her seeing not only she was cute, but he hadn’t nutted in two weeks. However, Mike held that part of him back. He wanted this to last. Not just the sex mind you but the feeling of being loved, being happy, wanting to live again instead of just waiting to die. Every stroke inside her meant something. Him curling down and caressing her cheeks. Staring into her eyes. Like all Yaksha, Alma could sense auras and Mike’s aura cleared up like the sky after a summer storm. She was happy for him. “Alma…” he whispered. “It’s okay” she replied. Mike tensed up and she could feel him shooting his cum deep within her. Mike pulled her up onto his lap and rode out each shot holding her tight. She playfully kissed him before giggling. After a few minutes to collect themselves…Mike spoke. “If only all Yaksha were like you, all of this could’ve been avoided” he said. “I wasn’t always like this. I had to go through loss before I learned to enjoy the moment” she said. “I should make breakfast. Could you unshrink me?” he asked. She nodded and did. She playfully watched as he made breakfast in the kitchen.

Within a half hour, others began to awake drawn to the smell of food. “Good morning Ora” Mike said as she passed him in the kitchen. She turned to look at him surprised seeing him actually smile. “Kanya, I made your favorite. French toast” he said. Kanya was surprised too. “Sora, I don’t know your favorite, so I have scrambled eggs and bacon” he said. They all stared at him. “Guess it was bound to happen that you had sex with Katie” Kanya said. “Actually, it was me. Could you pass the orange juice?” Alma said. “You’re kidding. Alma there are better men” Sora said. “Maybe but I have chosen. Don’t mind her Mike. She’s just being a…Nosy Nancy. That’s what humans say right?” Alma asked. “Yes. Nosy Nancy” Mike said leaning down and kissing her. “Do you three have something to say in this?” Sora asked the other sages. “Alma, we need as many Yaksha of the purest blood more than ever. And this is not needed right now. Have your fun another time” the Sage of Fire said. “Oh shut up Zhou! Who fucks me is my own business. You got bigger things to contend with than who cums inside me. If we’re going to war you better believe I’m getting my fuck on before that!” Alma yelled. Mike looked at her. “It was more than that Mike. I didn’t fuck you because you’re the only other man in the house. I fucked you because I like you” she said sensing his fear. “It’s too early in the morning for this shit” Ora muttered. “Actually it’s 11:33 in the morning” Kanya said. Ora shot her a look. “What’s going on in the world?” Ora asked.

“They’re saying that a tenth of the world was shrunk. The death toll from airline and car crashes alone must be immense. People are dying from stupid accidents because they were shrunk. Drowning in bathtubs, crushed by books, eaten by cats” Mike said. “And people. Someone leaked a video online showing a guy eating a shrunken barista from Starbucks. And in local news…uhh the webpage is down” Kanya said looking at her phone. She scrolled through multiple pages. “CNN, MSNBC, Fox, C-SPAN, even Al Jazeera is down” she said. Mike turned the tv back on. “The broadcasts are still going. People are panicking and going to the sites. So much traffic it’s like DDOSing the site. At this rate most of the Internet will crash. Then phones, then power, water…” Mike said. “Pure chaos. Pure chaos ripe for an Asura to absorb” Alma said. “You said that earlier” Mike said. “We need to stop him now” Ora said looking at the Sages. “We need help. Kasem absorbing this much energy makes him near unstoppable” the Sage of Wind said. “It won’t be just panic that drives this chaos. It will be people like…” Ora said looking at Mike.

“You can say it. Like me” Mike said. Ora nodded. They had no idea how right they were.

Sneak peek for this week’s chapter of The Coin

Chapter 24…Slouching Towards Bethlehem pt. 2

The fourth floor was a completely open area with a throne on the opposite side. No windows but one could see the expanse of bamboo forest surrounding the building. A young woman (biologically speaking), sat on it dressed in ancient clothing. She saw Kasem enter the throne room and she stood up. She began walking towards him as did Kasem towards her. The wind flowing through the room began to pick up speed slightly. The scent of sandalwood filled the air. Suddenly she stopped 20 ft. before him. Kasem could sense there was something off about her. Her power was far, far too weak to be the master, or mistress of such an important place. And yet the guards called her a master. Kasem knew she was hiding her power from him. She had raven black hair going all the way down to her back. Her eyes slightly Asian with irises like topaz gems. Her skin the color of tempered copper. She was of mixed Asian breeding for sure. Her ancient clothing akin to ancient Persian and blood red. Her feet bare with toenails painted red to match. “The legendary Kasem the Sage. The entire Council had agreed to give you sanctuary and now you do this? The days you have left to live can be counted on one hand, if fate is generous” she said. “You have me at a disadvantage, the only disadvantage. You know my name…”

“Karina of the Howling Flame” she replied. “Elemental names are given only to Sages. You are a master” Kasem said. “I turned down that rank. I kept the name” she replied. Kasem laughed. “Then maybe you can give me a challenge instead of that cannon fodder you once called palace guards. Release your power. You hide it too much to be convincing that you’re weak” he said. Karina’s stance changed and the air grew a few degrees hotter. “I’ll give you one chance to surrender out of respect for the old tales told of you” she said. “Same to you. I rather not kill someone with your breeding. Hand me your control glyphs” he said. She held out her hand and a shotel (ancient middle eastern curved blade sword) formed out of fire. She grasped it. “Elemental weapon invocation. At least some decent skills are still being taught” Kasem said forming a Chinese sword out of cracking lightning. Both took their stances. Both bodies shimmered as buff spells were cast. Then, in the blink of an eye, combat began.

The children below shook with fear as the floor above them trembled. Spell deflection was absorbed by the dark ruby that made the walls and floor. A horrendous sound as both of them parried their weapons. Her sword burning so hot it would’ve made a normal person burst into flame just being near it. His sword crackling with lightning so ferociously just a nick from it would’ve turned a man to ash. Then they disappeared in a blur once more. Both of them moved so fast they created sonic booms. Kasem had to focus just jot to wear down the soles of his shoes. Karina had to focus not to wear the flesh off the soles of her bare feet. Kasem went to block her strike and she twisted kicking him in the face sending him crashing into a wall. “Being trapped in that Coin has left you out of practice” she said grinning. “True but what I lack in practice I make up for in experience. I’ve just been having fun with you” Kasem said wiping the blood from his mouth. “Arrogant bastard. I won’t leave even ashes behind!” she yelled as a magic array formed on the tip of her flaming sword. A fiery light appeared in the air growing and forming into a screeching phoenix. Kasem smiled wickedly as he powered up a spell. The sky grew dark very quickly as thunder and lightning began to appear. “Feng Huang! Strike him down!” Karina screamed.

The phoenix screeched as the air immediately jumped to over 300 degrees Fahrenheit. Their sweat turning to steam instantly as it touched air. A thunderous bolt of lightning entered the room as the phoenix swooped down striking Kasem’s sword increasing its power it many times over. There was a blinding flash brighter than the sun itself which quickly faded away. Karina stood in utter shock at what she saw next. Her greatest spell. A fire spell invoking the legendary phoenix, a spell so powerful it could turn stone into magma was literally split in two by his sword. The halves streaking into the air outside to fade away. “Impossible. That’s impossible” she muttered. “You mocked me for being out of practice. My body is slower, but my mind is not. Powerful lightning creates a gas called ozone which can snuff out flame. All I had to do was hit your overgrown flaming chicken with a pinpoint lightning strike killing the oxygen it needed to survive. And now for you” he said coldly.

Karina screamed and attacked him once more. Her hope was if she couldn’t win with sheer elemental magics then maybe physical combat would carry the day. She was more proficient than he was at the moment. At first her fury put him on the defensive with some strikes actually connecting. However, as the fight drew out she noticed something was wrong. Her vision blurred, breath laggy, her limbs heavier. Even drawing more energy from the palace itself into her body through her bare feet touching the floor only corrected the problem momentarily. Instinctively, she sought out what possible spell he inflicted on her, but she couldn’t find one. Kasem went for a strike, and it drove her hard into the floor. Kasem grinned and let her stand up. Her knees were shaking, she struggled to breathe. “What spell did you use on me?!” she yelled. “None. I haven’t used a single curse spell on you. I guess you noticed the blurred vision and weakness by now. Even drawing energy from the palace itself won’t fix that problem. Hard to breathe isn’t it? That happens when you use flame and lightning magic in an enclosed space. While you’ve been so intent on killing me, I placed a second barrier around the palace, this floor to be exact. I trapped the air inside. Your flames devoured the oxygen and my lightning turned what’s left into ozone. I made sure to keep a nice clean air pocket around myself. Now I know oxygen deprivation won’t kill our kind but it’ll damn sure slow us down” he said grinning.

She intensified her sword. “Idiot. Didn’t you hear what I said? Your own flames are eradicating the oxygen left in the room. You just made shit worse for you. Enough of this…Thunder Vigor Level 3…invoke!” Kasem said collapsing his sword into his hand. Instantly his very body turned into lightning. Karina saw him move like lightning itself around the room and within a blink of an eye she felt searing pain…and then nothing. Not even her legs and feet. Kasem reverted to human form. His fist digging into her spine. It was then she realized what happened. In lightning form, his speed was unmatched and easily got behind her. He reverted his fist into flesh at the moment of impact right into her vertebrae shattering it. Karina was paralyzed from the waist down. She could heal but she knew he’d never let her do that. Kasem stood in front of her and snapped his fingers. Fresh air rushed into the room as his barrier disappeared. “The fight is over. There’s no point in defying me any longer. Give me your control glyphs” he said. She spat on his feet. “Apparently you forgot the pride of an Asura.” she muttered. “No, but there’s a difference between pride and arrogance. You chose the latter” he said as he reached down and grabbed her by the neck. He raised her up choking her. Her feet dangling in the air. “If you won’t hand me the control glyphs then I’ll just absorb them” he said. Kasem shrunk her instantly. Her paralyzed three-inch form grabbed between his fingers. He tore off her tattered clothing and brought her into his mouth.

Kasem could taste the salty sweat from her skin. The magics she contained. It had been a very long time since he’d tasted, let alone eaten another magical being. Karina could feel his giant tongue tasting her. The tongue pushing her legs apart to rape her. Karina had been alive for nearly 400 years and the youngest of the Asura Sages. In her time, she had executed hundreds of not thousands of humans in every way one can think of and many times by eating them alive. Karma is a patient bitch for sure.

Even in her fear she did not scream or cry. She held it in as his taste buds tickled her tiny pussy. Cruel irony that was the lowest part of her body she could still feel. The saliva soaking her feet and legs which she could only assume as she couldn’t feel them. Kasem savored her as the last time he’d done this to another person was Juna herself during sex. That was so long ago the Roman Empire hadn’t even reached its zenith yet let alone fallen. But all things come full circle before they end. Even though Kasem wanted to savor her longer, he had things to do and before days end, there would be plenty of victims he could devour later. So…many…more.

Kasem moved her head onto one of his back teeth like an executioner placing the sentenced on the chopping block. In the darkness, Karina had no way of knowing when exactly it would come, and the last mercy fate gave her was it would be swift and final. Kasem bit down hard with a crunch. A flavor unique filled his mouth and he began to chew more and more. Crunching turned to squelching as her bones where pulverized and her flesh turned to mush. He swallowed and once her remains landed in his stomach, he felt a tingling. He held out his hand to look at his magic array. The primary array all magical beings have, and a new glyph was added. The control glyph he wanted. In human terms, he just got the nuclear football and the missile silo. With a wave of his hand, the barrier outside disappeared. With a snap of his fingers, he teleported Juna to his side. “Welcome to the Ebon Palace” he said smiling. Even though she was human, she instinctively knew she was surrounded by incredible amounts of power. She jumped as he touched her. “Don’t be afraid. It can’t hurt you as long I am its master” he said. “What are you going to do with is place?” she asked. “Become the most powerful Asura that ever existed” he replied casting his clothes of and standing naked. He held up his hand and the roof opened up recognizing its new master. Kasem and Juna ascended to the fifth floor, the focal point of all the energy within the palace.

Shielded from the outside by barriers stood the Apex Lattice as negative energy from all over China was drawn into it. “By the gods…” Juna muttered. “Some would think gods made this, but they did not. Behold the Apex Lattice, a crystal forged from the souls of mortals to contain all their negative energy they create. A spiritual battery for lack of a better term ready to power spells that can change the world. A doomsday weapon” he said. “You’re going to destroy the world?!” Juna asked. “Don’t be silly dear. That’s what its intention was. A standoff weapon to keep the Yaksha in line. I have no intention of dooming the world to an end. No, I have something else in mind. For a long time, I thought about what revenge I could exact in the Yaksha but in the end I knew they could stop me if they combined all their might. The solution to that problem was simple, be stronger. The question was how. And then it came to me when a man used my power to kill for the first time. I could get stronger by having humans do my work. But such an idea would have to be on a massive scale. Far bigger than I could ever do alone. Humans are interesting creatures, their base cruel emotions come to the surface if the conditions are right. So, in comes this evil thing before us” Kasem said touching the crystal. He shivered as its power connected with him. “Kasem I don’t understand” Juna said. “I know. Human language is imprecise and can be…misinterpreted. Take for instance a word that’s lost its meaning…decimate. It comes from a dead language meaning to smite or kill one tenth of the population. Today humans use to describe anything but that. Well today, today humanity is going to relearn its true meaning!” Kasem yelled as he rose into the sky. Using his own body as a conduit, he siphoned off the massive energy of the Apex Lattice to create a spell so mind numbing large just the magic array alone grew to six miles in diameter. Juna saw the glyphs fill the reddening skies as her lover laughed manically as he poured every drop of hate, anger, and pent-up rage into its formation. Then the array began to twirl and collapse within itself. The wind picked up to typhoon level intensity as the spell collapsed into a point of light…and then exploded. The shockwave of spellcraft exploding outward in all directions at unfathomable speed…

10 minutes earlier…

Sora and Ora both meditated to contact the Yaksha Sages. When at the point they were about to give up, there was a disturbance. The house began to shake. Sora and Ora reached out of the room. “What the hell’s happening?!” Mike yelled holding Katie. “They’re coming” Ora replied. All of them walked outside to the back of the house towards the lake and stood before a fire pit on the lakeshore. The setting sun in the sky was suddenly darkened by clouds. The fire pit suddenly burst into flames. The water on the lake swirled and condensed. The wind swirling about formed a small treetop tornado. The dirt rose into a pillar. From the fire came a young teenage man. From the water a young woman. The pillar a man and the wind a woman. All now human sized and seemingly flesh and blood. Sora and Ora bowed to one knee before them. “Kanya!” Ora whispered. Kanya bowed. Mike simply stood there. “I bid you greetings Sages of the four mother elements” Sora said. “We take your greetings Sora. And your respect Ora” the Sage of Fire said. “A newborn. Interesting” the Sage of Water said. “Kanya your majesty” Kanya nervously said. The sage laughed. “We are not royalty young one. Just very powerful” the Sage said winking. Kanya grinned a little. “I sense dark energy in that one” the Sage of Wind said. “He’s in our custody. Kasem the Sage used him to break free of his prison. We must apprehend Kasem as soon as possible!” Sora said. “No” the Sage of Earth said.

“No?! What do you mean no?!” Kanya yelled. Ora gave her a look. “Excuse her outburst but I also wish to know why not” Ora said. “Kasem is under protection of the Asura Council. Under treaty, as long as he does not upset the balance on a large scale we cannot attack him” the Sage of Fire said. “Kasem burned part of a town to the ground, killed dozens of people, he even raised the dead AGAIN!” Ora said. It was Sora that gave her the look now. “My daughter has a point. Kasem is chaos incarnate. His actions will only grow. We cannot simply stand by” Sora said. The Sages looked at one another. “Be as it may he has not done anything else to provoke chaos that can tip the scales. His actions can be dismissed as human terrorism. The chaos inflicted a drop in the ocean. Nothing that may justify an attack upon him” the Sage of Water said. “Horseshit. They’re scared. That’s why nobody wants to fight this guy” Mike hissed. “Mike shut up!” Ora yelled. “Sora, we are not in a place to fight a war and attacking Kasem would surely provoke one. This is not the old days where a battle may simply burn a valley. Now such chaos could burn the world” the Sage of Water said softly. Mike annoyed, ignored the Sages and stared at the sky. He noticed a passenger jet entering his view.

“This will not end well. People like him left to his own devices is…AHHGH!” Sora yelled falling to her knees. All of them, including Kanya did the same a second later. “The hell?!” Mike yelled tucking Katie into his shirt pocket and bending down to help Kanya. “What just happened?!” Kanya asked. “…a spell. A colossal spell of impossible power was just used. The feeling I felt when Mike shrunk that warehouse? This was over a billion times more powerful” Ora said. “This is impossible. Such a spell could only be done with the use of…”

“The Ebon Palace” the Sage of Earth finished. Within a minute, a flash of red light blinded them as the shockwave passed through the sky overhead. “Uhh…that…that kinda looked like the same light from a shrinking spell” Mike said. They all looked at one another. There was a sound overhead. Mike and everyone looked up to see the passenger jet he spotted earlier losing altitude. “Uhh…it’s coming down to land right?” Kanya asked. “LaGuardia airport is over 50 miles away. That sound, it’s coming down fast…too fast! OH SHIT!” Mike yelled as the jet lost altitude real quick. Within a minute it screamed over the cabin and lake. 20 seconds later there was a loud boom, explosion, and clouds of smoke rising into the air. “I couldn’t do anything. I would’ve torn it apart with my wind” the Sage of Wind muttered falling to the dirt. “Back inside the house now. Sages included” Ora ordered. Ora turned the tv on and the horror of what Kasem had done slowly came to light. Ora quickly flicked to every news station and the headline was the same.

“People shrinking reported. Multiple accidents reported as people shrunk with driving. Aircraft crash confirmed in southeast New York State.” Kanya checked her phone. “Everywhere. Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat, Instagram, everywhere and everyone is saying the same thing. Random people suddenly shrinking in front of them” Kanya said. “There, right there is your balance breaking chaos!” Ora yelled at the Sage of Fire.

That day humanity relearned what decimation meant. In this case 1/10 of the world’s entire human population was shrunk to three inches tall. 786,887,245 men, women, and children suddenly found themselves at the mercy of nature, the food chain, and their unshrunken fellow man.

The die has been cast…

Chapter 23…Slouching Towards Bethlehem pt. 1

“Why not simply teleport there?” Juna asked him. “Three reasons. One it takes a lot of energy to teleport and I’m trying to conserve magic. Two, the location is protected by spell barriers so you can’t simply teleport there. And three, even if I could there’s no guarantee I could make it inside. Therefore, we have to bargain my way in and that requires Wei” Kasem replied. “Wei?” Juna asked. “A high ranking Asura that’s been around a very long time. Even before my imprisonment her name was known. She can tell me what I need to know. Be mindful around her. I once heard she shrank and crushed under her feet the teenage crown prince of Chin for insulting her” Kasem warned. “Attention passengers. We are now beginning our descent into Hong Kong. Please put your tray tables back into their upright and locked position” the stewardess said. “Once we leave the thing humans call an airport, we shall head over to her” he said.

1 hour later…

Juna and Kasem entered the massive apartment complex. Nobody gave them a second look as Kasem had already acquired expensive clothing for the both of them. After all, first impressions are the most important. Kasem knew Wei stayed on the 39th floor, the penthouse suite but to get there one needed permission. Kasem eyed the one to give it. He walked up to a man he sensed was an Asura. “I’m here to see Mother Wei” Kasem said. The man eyed him and Juna. “Invitation?” he asked. Kasem summoned a magic array in his hand and showed him. The man was slightly taken aback as he could sense Kasem was an Asura but seeing the sheer complexity of his array meant he was a high ranking one. “Tell her Kasem the Sage requests an audience” Kasem said. The man’s eyes glowed briefly behind his sunglasses as he magically contacted his boss. “Permission granted. Enter the elevator” he said. Kasem and Juna entered, and the man let off a small charge of lightning turning off the magic barrier briefly that prevented anyone uninvited from going to the penthouse. Kasem and Juna rode the elevator to the top floor. They exited the elevator and stood before two large doors with guards standing in front. “Remember what I said” Kasem whispered to Juna. The guards opened the door and they entered.

Their shoes made loud clacking sounds on the polished black marble floor. A fine red velvet carpet extended before them leading to a huge wooden desk made from the stump of a redwood tree. On both sides of the room sat ancient treasures. “What are those?” Juna whispered. “Trophies from a bygone age” Kasem muttered. Kasem himself only recognized a third of them as most of her collection dated from when he was trapped in the Coin. As they neared the desk a woman appeared in a flash of flames. “Kasem the Sage. Philosopher, prodigy, scholar, and Yaksha” Wei muttered as she sat down on her desk. “Three out of four anyway. As you can see I’m no Yaksha” Kasem said. “Indeed. And the mortal?” she asked looking at Juna. “My mate” he replied. “Hmm” she muttered snapping her fingers. In an instant, Juna had been shrunk and now standing in her open palm. “A mortal your mate? She must have a tasty little pussy to choose a mortal. May I partake?” Wei asked. “As you wish” Kasem sighed. Juna looked at him astonished. Wei made a slight gesture and Juna’s clothes turned to fine dust and blew away. Juna, now naked, looked at the giantess as she licked her lips. Juna made a squeak as Wei parted her tiny legs to lick her little pussy. Wei pushed her into her face as she licked and sucked he snatch. Juna’s tiny toes curling and pushing into Wei’s chin. With a shudder Juna came coating Wei’s tongue with her juices. Wei pulled her off her face and licked her lips. “Healthy and sweet. And did I detect a touch of magic within her? Hmm, I assume you don’t wish to part with her” Wei said. “I don’t” he replied. Wei snapped her fingers giving Juna back her clothing. She returned her to normal size and Juna quickly went to stand next to Kasem.

“A pity. She’d make a fine concubine or a meal for a rainy day. Still, taking a mortal as an actual mate is more of a Yaksha thing. We know of your fall and imprisonment but still” she said. “I’m many things but Yaksha isn’t one of them. I chose her because she treats me as equal. Tell me Wei, haven’t you ever desired a mate that simply loved you? Didn’t fuck you, suck your toes or tits because you commanded them but did it out of love? You’ve lived for many centuries. How long ago was it that a man came inside you and said he loved Wei, not Wei the Asura?” Kasem asked. Wei grew quiet. “Too long” she whispered. There was a knock on the door. “Enter” she commanded. An Asura entered with a box and handed it to Wei. She nodded and dismissed him. She gestured them to follow her to the right side of the room to an aquarium. “Forgive me a moment. Just finishing some old business” she said opening the box. Inside was four shrunken humans no taller than two inches. A man, a woman, and two young adults…females. “He wouldn’t agree to selling me his shares of Huawei Electronics. They’re about to partner with an electric vehicle company which is going to triple the share price. So, you know what they say. If you can’t buy em out, shrink and murder them” she said tapping the aquarium glass. Kasem and Juna saw two slithering black things come from the bottom of the large tank. Eels. One by one Wei dropped the family into the water. They’re tiny splashes might as well have been ringing the dinner bell as the eels attacked. One daughter was dragged under with a plop. Then the wife. A minute passed as the father and remaining daughter hugged one another. The water rippled towards them, and an eel jumped out of the water, it’s mouth wide open swallowing them before plunging back into the water and swimming to the bottom. “And just like that I now own $43 million dollars’ worth of Huawei stock. Now Kasem, tell me why you came to me” Wei said.

“I want safe passage to Ebon Palace” he replied. “Now why exactly would you want that? The Council, only learning of your release a few days ago, has recently ruled that you are to be protected under the treaty. You do not need sanctuary” she said. “Treaty?” Kasem asked. “I’m not surprised you don’t know of it. We and the Yaksha signed a noninterference treaty back in 1962 after a foolish Asura nearly brought ruin to the world and both sides had to cooperate to stop him. As long as neither side does anything to tip the scales on a major level, we don’t fight one another. One on one scraps are a different matter though. That’s entirely on them” Wei said grinning. “How peaceful” Kasem said sarcastically. “It works. It’s not like the old days where humans just had spears, swords, and rocks. Besides, there’s enough chaos to go around” Wei said. “Not for me. I want the power locked within Ebon Palace” Kasem said. “Did you not hear what I said? Actions taken against the Yaksha as a whole are forbidden by treaty. They are capable of retaliation with their Viridian Sanctuary, the exact opposite of Ebon Palace. The destruction would be mutual!” Wei yelled. “I never said I’d use that power against the Yaksha” Kasem said. “…then what would you use such a massive reservoir of chaos magic for?” Wei asked wary. “Since the Council could be listening, allow me to whisper it into your ear” he said approaching. Kasem whispered the answer into her ear. “HAHAHA! You’re insane! Being imprisoned inside a coin for two millennia has driven you quite mad” Wei laughed. “I assure you I’m very sane. Yes such a spell is one that has never been cast before but I know that it can. It will sow chaos and misery on a global scale and the best part is humanity will do the dirty work for us. All that negative energy will come right back. A tsunami of dread, pain, and anguish just ready to be collected, harnessed, and weaponized by those with vision. Those like us. You’re a businesswoman now right? Think of it as a quick payoff investment” Kasem said smiling. Wei went behind her desk, sat down, kicked her heels off, and propped her bare feet up on the desk. “I dunno” she muttered.

Kasem sat on the side of the desk and began rubbing her foot. “It’ll work” he said. “What about the Council? The Yaksha Sages?” she asked. Kasem pulled on her second toe and cracked the joint. “What about them? With that much power we could swat them like flies. They either fall in line or get swept away” he replied working her third toe. “Very well. I shall give you passage to Ebon Palace but it’s up to you to take it. I was never involved” she said sternly. Kasem kissed her big toe. “Agreed” he said grinning.

On the other side of the world…

Mike sighed as he used a fine toothbrush to comb Katie’s hair. “I forgot how pretty your hair is” he muttered. He put down the brush and picked up a piece of pink string. Using it, he tied her hair into a ponytail using the string as a kind of ribbon. “You must really love her” Sora said flying onto the bed. “She was a miracle. Of all the women I could’ve chosen that night to shrink I chose her. Against all odds she loved me. Truly a miracle” he whispered petting Katie. “I know how that feels, or I do remember how it felt. Ora’s father was…let’s just say my choice was unusual. A Yaksha trapped in the body of an Asura so to speak. Not even close as malignant as his brethren. When we met, we damn near killed one another but he held back. Licking our wounds, we ended up fucking under a persimmon tree. It was wrong, forbidden by both our people’s. Probably why we did it. An entire summer of sex and mischief. He loved me and I loved him which is why how it ended hurt so much. His clan found out about us, and he had a choice. Exile or prove himself an Asura. He massacred a group of villagers that worshipped Yaksha. When I found it I confronted him. His eyes on my pregnant belly that carried his child. My tits weeping milk. Grief, shame, and anger filled his eyes. We sensed we were not alone, so he made a play to kill me. I got away because he purposely held back. His place in his clan assured and my people overlooked the affair as a foolish mistake of youth. I never saw him again” Sora muttered. Mike was quietly rubbing Katie’s little feet. “At least you had Ora. My chance at a child with Katie was stolen” he muttered. He stopped with her feet and brought her to his face. “Now I just have a shadow” he whispered before kissing Katie. Mike held out his finger to her and she bit down hard enough to draw blood. Mike grew weaker as Katie fed on his life energy.

“That will eventually kill even you” Sora said. “I know you have to kill her, but I do have one request. Please bury her with me” he said. “Granted” Sora said before leaving him. She left him as he doted on her more. “How’s he doing?” Ora asked. “As well as to be expected” Sora replied. “When do we leave for Thailand? I mean like we know he did that shit in Nan” Kanya said. “When the Sages respond to my summons” Sora said. “Fucking hell! It’s been damn near a week!” Kanya yelled. “Mother we can’t keep waiting. I say we go to the homeland and get as many masters as possible. Maybe we can overwhelm him with numbers” Ora said. “…if I cannot contact them tonight then we can go” Sora relented.

A few hours later in China…

“Don’t see anything” Juna said. “You’re not supposed to. The Ebon Palace is magically hidden to humans and their technology. Now let me concentrate” Kasem said before crafting a spell for what lied ahead. He invoked it on himself and saw Juna walking forward into the bamboo forest before then. Just as she set foot inside, the bamboo seemed to stretch towards her. Vines began to snare and strangle her neck. Kasem touched her and yanked her back. She gasped for air. “The vines” she gasped. “A very deadly illusion. The entire path is littered with them” he said as he touched her eyes. “There. You’re protected as I am but do not wander far from me. The deeper we go, the stronger the Illusions will be” he said. Kasem and Juna began walking through the forest. After a short bit of time, Juna asked a few questions. “What exactly is the Ebon Palace?” she asked. “The capital of the Asura homelands. A place of refuge and healing but also the greatest source of Asura power. It serves as a magnet for chaos energy. Every evil deed done in this country is absorbed by the Ebon Palace by way of the black ruby it’s made of, hence the name Ebon. And let me tell you, after thousands of years of bloody Chinese history, its power is VAST. Since my imprisonment, it’s only grown far, far stronger. The Mongol invasion, plagues, purges, famines, and the Communist revolution has made the Palace a nice bit of energy. Energy I need” he replied. “Will they just hand it over to you?” she asked. “Hell no. It’s like handing over the keys to a nuclear weapon” he replied. “Nuclear?” she asked. “Another time dear. Focus on the path” he said.

“By the gods” Juna muttered as they now neared the Palace. Now this close, no spell could hide its existence. The palace itself rested within a walled perimeter. Resembling an odd hollowed out ziggurat, it towered over the forest by at least 300 ft. Kasem stood there grinning. “They’re not here. Not a single Sage” he said grinning. Kasem told Juna to stay behind as he entered the perimeter. He approached the entrance to the Palace. At first nobody gave him any mind. A few dozen Asura on the first floor thinking he was just another one. Kasem sensed out the strongest on the floor and walked right to him. “Who’s in charge of the Palace?” Kasem asked. “The master on the fourth floor is but she’s busy. Why do you wish to see her?” he asked. “I didn’t. I just needed to know where she was. Thanks for giving me her rank by the way” Kasem said. He raised his hands above his head and a giant magic array formed above the Palace. A powerful barrier enclosed it sealing everyone inside. A hoard of guards quickly approached them. “Dispel the barrier now!” he ordered. “No, I rather not. You may surrender and bow before me though” Kasem said to him. “Fool” he muttered firing a bolt of lightning at Kasem. Kasem quickly raised two fingers with a magic glyph on their tip. The bolt arced right back at the caster killing him instantly.

“Moron. Using such shoddy glyphs for your array is asking for a Mage to hack the spell. Didn’t your master teach you anything?” Kasem asked the corpse with a scorch mark on his chest. The first floor guard readied their attack. They combined their spell into a higher level lightning casting. “Oh, that’s just precious” Kasem muttered grinning. The bolt let loose causing the beginner and otherwise low ranking Asura on the first floor to cry out as the thunder was deafening. The bolt struck throwing light, sound, and smoke into the air. The smoke dissipated showing Kasem had parried the attack with his bare hand. “Nothing. It did nothing” one muttered. “Oh, I wouldn’t say that. You did singe my fingernails. Nice try for a beginner level spell” Kasem said. “That was an intermediate spell” another said. “Intermediate? You fucking kidding me? Has the Asura fell so low since I was sealed away?!” Kasem yelled as lightning filled his hand. A burst of thunder and light left the guards as ashes on the floor. The Asura seeing all this fled from the Palace. They didn’t get far though as they encountered the barrier outside. The second squad of guards appeared as Kasem stood at the staircase leading up. They began firing fire and lightning spells frantically at him only to see them hit a barrier protecting him. Annoyed, Kasem raised his hand as gusts of razor-sharp compressed air cut them to ribbons. Blood ran down the stairs onto the floor.

Kasem ignored the fleeing rabble as more guards appeared. They attacked him physically trying to evade his barrier. It didn’t work. Their swords snapping on his arms. Their spears blunting on his bare chest. A punch to the chest exploding a heart. A punch to the face sending skull fragments into the brain like shrapnel. So magically boosted might, Kasem was so powerful he grabbed one guard and tore him in half. And now he was on the third floor. A school. A training school for young inexperienced Asura. They hadn’t or couldn’t evacuate during his assault. At least two dozen of them with ages ranging from 6 to 16. Various races indicating how truly widespread the Asura race had become over the many centuries. The oldest of them, the bravest or most foolish attacked him with a lightning spell. Kasem deflected it as if shooing away a fly. Kasem walked up to him.

“You know who I am?” Kasem asked. The young man could easily see like all the others Kasem soaked with blood. The stench of burnt flesh clinging to him. “A monster” the boy hissed. Kasem raised his hand full of lightning as suddenly a woman ran up to him. “Please spare him. Spare them all” she begged. “You are their teacher?” Kasem asked. Her power was barely higher than all the guards he fought so far. The woman nodded. “Please tell me you’re not a Master level” he said. “I am not” she replied. “Why are all the Asura so weak?! They were once feared as archdemons of old!” Kasem yelled frightening the children. “Time changes us all” she replied. Kasem powered down. “…that it does. Time is but a waltz. The same three beats of war, peace, and revolution. The Asura have had their time of peace. Now it time for revolution. You are a teacher? Teach them the difference between a patriot and a martyr. One wins causes. The other simply dies” Kasem said coldly. His eyes glowed intensely as he stared at her. Wisely she bowed before him and quickly got the other children to do the same. Kasem walked past them and up the staircase to the fourth floor.

Chapter 22…Sympathy for the Devil

“She’s been at it for four days” Kanya muttered looking at the meditation room. “Summoning an audience with the Sages isn’t like picking up the phone. It could take time” Ora said sipping tea. “Four days though? What if they’re not responding out of choice?” Kanya asked. “Why would they do that?” Ora asked. “You said yourself these Sages cut themselves off from humanity. What’s to say they just don’t want to be bothered?” Kanya asked. Ora held her teacup. It was a valid question and one she didn’t have an answer for. In times past, the Sages were aloof, but they didn’t ignore a summons from a fellow Yaksha. Especially one from someone old and respected as her mother. “I admit this is taking longer than expected” Ora muttered. Her mother Sora sat in mediation observing the Astral Plane for a reply. There was none. However, she could sense a disturbance in the fabric of the Plane itself. Like faint ripples on the surface of a pond. Sora sighed and ended her mediation. She exited the room. “Still no answer?” Ora asked. “No and that troubles me. Last time I requested an audience it only took a few hours” Sora said floating onto the kitchen table. Ora scooted over a spare cup and poured tea into it before shrinking it down for her. “Jasmine. My favorite” Sora muttered. “Why don’t I go see Mike?” Kanya asked. Ora spit out her tea and coughed. “I can think of a few reasons not to. Some involve eating you. Others crushing you under his foot” Ora said sternly. “Mike wouldn’t do that to me. He loves me” Kanya said.

“That man I fought did not have love in heart. What was there was twisted and warped into something other than love” Sora said. “Ora I have to try. If I tell him who that Asura is and what’s it’s done, it may make Mike rethink his decision. Please, it got worse when you hid the truth from him” Kanya pleaded. “He was willing to renounce the Asura at one time. Mother has a point though Kanya. The Mike you knew could be gone now. Swallowed up by Kasem” Ora said. “A chance I’m willing to take. Respectfully, in the end it’s my decision. Not yours or your mom’s” Kanya told her. “Very well” Ora sighed. Kanya quickly left the room to change clothes and returned shortly later. “You can’t send that girl to him. Put your foot down! Literally on her if you have to!” Sora shouted. Ora motioned for her to be quiet. “Come here Kanya” Ora said. Kanya approached her. Ora rolled up the left sleeve on her sweater and ran her finger on the inside of her arm near her wrist. A magic glyph began to glow and then disappear. “A teleportation spell in case things don’t turn out the way you hope. My car keys are on the nook” Ora said. Ora sighed as she left. “A big gamble daughter” Sora whispered. “I know mother” Ora muttered.

Kanya drove to Mike’s home and arrived just over an hour later. For a brief second she thought she had the wrong house as the windows were cracked with some broken glass scattered in the grass. Scorch marks forming a circle in the driveway. Kanya nervously knocked on the door. No answer. She could see his car was there, so she was sure he was home. “Mike! It’s me Kanya! I wanna see you! I’m…I’m worried about you” she yelled. No answer. Kanya began walking back to the car when she heard a voice. “You alone?” Mike asked through the door. “Yeah just me Mike. Just Kanya” she replied. Mike opened the door. She stepped in and was instantly hit with the stench of death in the living room. She looked at him. “Mike, my god…” she muttered seeing him as if he hadn’t slept or eaten properly in days. “Sorry I wasn’t expecting company, so I don’t have much in the way of snacks or drinks. Katie, look, who’s here” Mike said taking towards the coffee table. The shrunken Katie gazed up at the giantess and simply nodded. Kanya sat down. “Katie! How have ya been?!” Kanya asked picking Katie up. “I am fine” Katie said with zero emotion. Mike sat down next to them. “I doubt you’re here just to check on me Kanya. Be honest” Mike said cutting to the chase. “Part of why I’m here really is to check up on you. Just because I didn’t go with you that day doesn’t mean I stopped caring about you. As for the rest, you do know your actions caught some attention right?” Kanya asked. “You mean the media or that Yaksha that tried to kill me?” he asked. “Both” she replied. “The media doesn’t know shit. They think it was some overnight demolition and cleanup. As for the Yaksha, I beat her ass like she owed me money” Mike said coldly. “I know. You nearly beat Ora’s mother to death” Kanya said. “Mother? Figures” Mike huffed. “Mike you’ve killed dozens in just a week’s time. Why? I know you have to fight the curse but so many people?!” Kanya asked. “Do you smell that?” Mike asked.

“I wasn’t going to say anything about it, but it is bad in here. But please answer my question” she said. “Your answer is in the air Kanya. The smell of death. I looked online about how to get rid of the smell and its pretty fucking gross. Something about human fat cells that decay. I think I’ll try charcoal next” Mike chuckled. Kanya held his hand. “Michael. Tell me what happened” she whispered. “I got Katie pregnant. After a few weeks I grew her back to normal size. There were some serious complications and the Asura said he could heal her but needed some sacrifices. So, I focused on a massage parlor ran by Asian gangsters. Well, they didn’t like that and came here to give me a 9mm fuck you. I was fine. Katie wasn’t” he muttered. Kanya looked at Katie. “But she’s…oh dear god” Kanya muttered remembering the story Ora told her. Kasem had raised his wife from the dead. The smell in the room. How odd Katie was acting. It began to fit. “He needed a lot of sacrifices to bring her back. A lot Kanya. I tore through Chinatown like a fucking storm of death and destroyed a criminal gang…and the innocent lives they enslaved. And when I get to the head cheese himself, a Yaksha interfered. My one shot at trying to make this even. So yeah I beat her ass. Hit her so goddamn hard her ribs broke like twigs.”

“So, he rose Katie from the dead after that?” Kanya asked. Mike shook his head. “He claimed he wasn’t strong enough. He just needed one more sacrifice but not just anyone. It had to be close, personal. He found a woman my grandfather let go because she was pregnant with his child. Something I should’ve done myself with Katie!” Mike yelled. Kanya held his hand tighter. “She gave birth to a girl, my aunt. The last person on this earth that was blood. I had the intention of sacrificing them to get Katie back but after I got there and spoke to them. I couldn’t do it. I just couldn’t do it…” Mike said crying. Kanya stroked his hair and he turned to look at her. “He made me. That goddamn thing made me eat the woman and then broke free of the Coin imbedded in my chest. He gave me what I asked for before he left. Gave me exactly what I asked Kanya. He fucking monkey pawed my ass and then left with my aunt” he said coldly. “What do you mean monkey pawed?” Kanya asked. “I asked him to bring her back to life and that’s exactly what happened. But the devil is in the details. One thing I should’ve included in the deal. Her soul. Watch this…” he muttered.

Mike had Katie look directly at him and he raised his fist over her. He brought it down quick only stopping it an inch over her tiny head. “Not so much as a goddamn twitch. I went to church growing up, but I never put much stock in things like a soul. But they’re real. Real as anything else. They make us who we are. They give us the capacity to feel joy, sadness, grief, love, anger, and fear. The ability to choose, make decisions. Without a soul, we’re just meat puppets. Put Katie in your hand and look closely into her eyes” Mike said. Kanya did and brought Katie real close to her face. Kanya looked into her tiny bluish green eyes. “Oh god” Kanya muttered. “They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. Like staring into a dark room isn’t it?” Mike whispered. “Mike, Ora told me Kasem did this before and what he made was a killer. Has Katie done anything?” Kanya asked. Mike got up and took Kanya by the hand to the basement. He showed her the terrarium and inside was a four-inch shriveled mummy. “What the fuck?” Kanya muttered.

"The first day she awoke I thought she was just in shock. I mean she did die after all, so I brought her down here to play with some pet girls. It was going fine until that evening I was cleaning up the broken glass down here and one of them let out this weird screech. I found Katie kissing the girl, but she wasn’t kissing her. She sucked the damn life out of her. And then as dessert did the same to the bug sized pet girl too. “Mike. We have to destroy her” Kanya said flatly. “NO!” Mike yelled. “That thing isn’t Katie, and you know it!” Kanya yelled. “If you do everything I did would be for nothing! All those lives for nothing!” Mike yelled. “Mike…” Kanya whispered pointing to the mummy in the terrarium. Mike held out his finger which showed bite marks. “I’m taking care of it” he said. “You’re feeding her your own life energy?! That’ll kill you!” Kanya yelled. “Probably. Fitting punishment if I do say so myself” he laughed weakly. Mike stumbled and Kanya caught him. She walked him back upstairs. “Will you let me help you? Please?” she begged. Mike looked at Katie. “She won’t be harmed. I promise” Kanya said. He weakly nodded and shed a tear. She borrowed his phone and called Ora. “It’s me” Kanya said. Kanya flinched. “Whoa! Slow down. A lot happened over here, and he’s agreed to let us help him on one condition. Yeah a condition. Well remember that story about Kasem raising someone from the dead? Well, he did it too and Mike has been feeding her his life energy. He won’t surrender unless we promise not to destroy her” Kanya said on the phone. Kanya waited and then nodded. “Okay. I’ll be heading back soon” she said ending the call. “Come on Mike. Let’s get you and Katie help” she said helping him up. On the drive back, Katie sat in the cup holder staring at the radio as it played music. Mike stared out the window.

“Did you think about me while I was gone?” she asked. “Yeah. At least once a day and when I was in that spa, Kanya they used your family’s restaurant for it” he said. Kanya tensed up. “It really pissed me off. The last of your family’s legacy and the thought someone like you could’ve been one of those girls” he muttered. “If I stayed with you, things could’ve been different” she said. “You went to where you needed to be. I’m not too insane that I can’t see you’re a lot happier then when I left you” he said. “I’m more honest about who I am” she said. “Being a Yaksha?” he asked. “That and liking girls and not just boys” she said grinning. “I see” Mike said slightly grinning. Mike fell asleep not long after and awoke when Kanya arrived at Ora’s cabin. She brought him inside. “This is a fool’s errand. Him is one thing but bringing that abomination in here is another!” Sora yelled. Mike looked at the woman making the racket. “Ah we meet again. I almost didn’t recognize you seeing you’re not vomiting blood” Mike said apathetically. “You mortal little…”

“He might be gone but I’m not powerless” Mike said as lightning crackled from his fingertip. All three were taken aback. “Ahem. Michael this is my mother Sora. Mom this is Michael” Ora said. “Mother? Yes I can some resemblance. You have nicer feet than her. Nicer everything including personality” Mike said. Sora clenched her teeth. “And I assume that thing is Katie?” Sora asked. “Yes it…she is” Mike replied. “Was it worth it?” Sora asked. “It wasn’t” Mike said before stumbling. “Ora he needs food and water” Kanya said Ora nodded and went to the kitchen. “Katie does too please” Mike said. “She eats? She actually eats food?” Ora asked surprised. “Eats, drinks, pees, shits, and sweats like another other living person. But to sustain the magic that brought her back to life she eats life energy. For the last three days I’ve been feeding her mine” he said. “And you’re alive?!” Sora asked. “Well duh?” Mike replied. “Mike it’s a legit question. By all accounts she should’ve killed you the first time she fed on you. Human size or tiny, life energy doesn’t change” Ora said handing him a sandwich and water. Mike sat down to eat. “I’m just telling you what it is. There’s a lot I don’t get. Like how do I still have powers? Why aren’t I dead if the contract is broken?” he said. “Obviously, it wasn’t broken. As for your power I can sense something still inside you. Something in your chest” Sora said. Mike pulled his shirt down. “A sliver of the Coin is still inside me. I didn’t know if that was the reason, but I figured as much” he shrugged. “Why would Kasem leave a portion of his power behind? Why not just take it all back and break the contract altogether?” Kanya asked.

“I do not know. Either he did it intentionally or he couldn’t. Michael is a unique vessel. Perfect for his needs” Sora replied. “Far better than his grandfather which is why he was able to break free from his prison” Ora said. “What? Wait a minute. I had this thing for a few months. Grandpa had it for decades so why didn’t this Kasem guy break free on his watch?” Mike asked. “A few reasons. One, the connection between Asura and the mortal who uses its power is symbiotic. The mortal uses its power in return gives the Asura sacrifices. That much you know already but it’s goes deeper than that. The Asura also feeds on the mortal’s darkest spiritual energy. The more pain and evil the mortal is consumed by, the stronger the Asura can become. It becomes a vicious cycle. Your grandfather, with all his dark desires and pain, doesn’t come close to someone who lived with suppressed trauma all their life like you. Kasem knew exactly which buttons to push to make you worse. And the other reason is simply the body count. The number of lives he took within 50 years…you blew past your grandfather’s body count in months” Ora said. Mike, who had been feeding Katie a piece of ham, grew very quiet. “Putting that aside, we need to know what he’s up to and where he is now” Sora said. “Somewhere east of here” Mike replied quietly. They all looked at him. “I can’t explain it, but I can just sense him in an eastward direction” he said.

Meanwhile…

“We will arrive shortly sir. Have you ever been to Nan?” taxi driver asked. “Yes a very long time ago. It was known by another name back in those days” Kasem replied. The taxi driver found his answer odd but dismissed it. He looked at the western white woman sitting next to Kasem in the back seat by way of the rear-view mirror. “Honeymoon?” he asked. “Anniversary really” Kasem replied. “Pity you did not come sooner. You missed the Phi Ta Kon festival where we honor the spirit Yaksha for their gifts of fertile crops and lands” he said. “You believe in the old stories of that Yaksha?” Kasem asked. “Not really. This is the 21st century. The time of superstition and folktales are past” he chuckled. “A lot of folktales have basis in truth. The old tales of the Yaksha and Asura for example. What if I told you this place was the setting for a great battle between them. That long ago a Yaksha cast out from his people tried to bring his dead wife back to life. That his people fought him to stop it” Kasem said. “Never heard that one before” the driver said. “Most good stories tend to die on the vine so to speak” Kasem muttered. The taxi stopped at the town square. “Here we are sir” he said. Kasem paid the man and got out of the taxi with Becca, Mike’s aunt who was still under Kasem’s control. “A decent man. I wonder if he will be spared” Kasem said. Kasem walked with Becca for a bit. As Nan was remote for a town, it was no stranger to westerners, so they paid little mind to Becca even though she wasn’t entirely dressed for the humid weather. Still wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants, she now has on sandals as Kasem didn’t want her feet to be marred.

Kasem looked around. “Last time I was here it was just a collection of thatched huts and a simple primitive building as a temple to Yaksha. Now it’s hotels, knickknack shops, and cheap bars and restaurants. Guess a lot can change in 2000 years. Oh, allow me to allow you to experience this” Kasem said lowering the mind control he had on Becca. “Please let me go” she begged shedding tears. Kasem wiped them away. “Sorry but no can do. I need you. Someone who holds blood touched by magic from before birth. Oh, don’t bother calling for help. Even if I allowed it I’d simply incinerate anyone who tried to help. Walk with me for a bit. It’s rare I get to have a real conversation with anyone” he said leading her to walk beside him. “Long, long ago, I fell in love with a human girl named Juna. Unlike the other humans that worshipped my kind as gods and goddesses, she did not. She would question me, challenge me with logic, treated me as a person and not some god. And for that I was deeply in love with her. I wed her in the customs of the time, and we experienced bliss. She even became pregnant with my child. Not long after she died in a pointless accident. Heavy rain caused the roof of her family home to collapse on top of her. So deep in grief I vowed to bring her back to life.”

“At first my fellow Yaksha thought little of it as such a thing had never been done. Some even called me a fool. I didn’t care and continued my work. I began killing humans as research and my people didn’t take kindly to that. By that time, I reached a breakthrough…or thought I had. Just as I succeeded bringing Juna back to life the strongest of my people came to stop me. After a great battle that scarred this land and scoured it of life, I lay defeated and my Juna burnt to ashes. I was imprisoned in one of the few things that survived the inferno…a simple Coin. Imprisoned in a cheap coin and in turn imprisoned further in a stone statue guarded by Yaksha. My location a guarded secret as they feared my power and knowledge. So many centuries past that one day the temple where I was, was abandoned. And there I was for another 613 years 6 months and 2 days undisturbed. Yes, I counted the time for there was little I could do. I did more than count the days though. I can admit now that I erred with the spell to bring Juna back. In my foolishness I figured her soul would automatically return to her body via sympathetic magics. It did not. Resurrection isn’t complete without the soul and recalling a soul from beyond is easier said than done. Without a soul, a resurrected body is a puppet thing that only cares about feeding on life energy. Something Michael has probably found out about now” he said. “Michael…” Becca muttered.

“Yes Michael. Poor Michael. He lost someone like me too and was doing everything possible to bring her back. And let me tell you he did some bad shit. Then came you and your mother to finish the deal. Oh, the turmoil in his heart finding out the last family member he had was part of the deal. He had a mind to do it too. Eat you and your mother. And then the fool went and had a conversation with you both. The irony, oh the irony. Of all the horrible shit he’s done, the one thing he gets called out for wasn’t even his fault. His grandfather shrinking and raping your mother. And to top it off you look just like his dead mother. He wasn’t expecting a relationship with you. He just wanted to meet you that’s all. He even cared about you, and he knew you for all of three fucking minutes. Even went so far as trying to bite his tongue off and bleed out to save you. Now that’s dedication. You can care about it or not. Won’t matter in 10 minutes anyways” Kasem said coldly. “If you’re going to kill me then why wait it out?” Becca spat. “Well, that goes back to my first attempt to bring Juna back to life. I had a VERY LONG time to think it over and I know now what spells I need to use to accomplish my task. First thing is to perform the spells in the exact place where she died…which is right over…you got to be kidding me” Kasem hissed.

He looked around and grit his teeth. “The audacity. A temple to a human is one thing but to sully this sacred place with a goddamned frogurt stand?! Yaksha masks?! A fucking Starbucks cart?! This is a sacred place, and you dare defile it with tourist wares?! YOU HERETICS!” Kasem screamed as he summoned a tornado of pure flames surrounding him and Becca. The screams of innocent people were swallowed up along with their bodies as the inferno expanded. The fiery tornado towering hundreds of feet into the air scorching and cremating anything it touched. Kasem lowered his hand and sighed as the horrific display of wrath died away. Around them the concrete was scorched and blackened. The temple burned to ash. The Buddha inside sizzling. Small piles of bones charred and smoking lay about where people were caught and cremated within seconds. If someone counted, his wrath killed 29 innocent people. The screams and smoke filled the air. “As I was saying. First I need to perform the spells where she died. Second, the body but since the Sages turned her to ash, I needed a replacement. A body touched by magic to serve as a vessel. And lastly, recall her soul from beyond by using another soul as payment to preserve the balance. That’s you Becca. Body and soul” he said grinning. Becca suddenly found herself surrounded by a magic array of glyphs. Kasem began chanting in an ancient tongue as his eyes slowly began to glow. The air began to howl around them as dark energy crackled around her. “LET ME GO! LET ME…” she screamed before Kasem sealed his hand over her mouth.

“Goodbye Rebecca. I’d tell you this won’t hurt but I’d be lying” he said before a burst of dark energy came from his hand into her mouth. He let go and used his fingernail to cut his hand and let his blood drip into the magic array. “I call upon the day and the night. One I give to my father, progenitor of things. Two I give to mother, the matriarch of life. Hear your child reach through the veil to reclaim a soul! Payment to be given in kind! REBIRTH!” Kasem screamed as an ethereal form appeared before him and Becca. Becca who seemed to be in pain now whimpered as the thing slithered into her mouth and down her throat. Becca screeched in agony as her very soul was torn from her body. It drifted out her mouth and was pulled away screaming into the abyss. Her body went limp until her eyes briefly glowed. Kasem ended the spell. “Juna?” he asked. “Beloved?” she replied weakly. She gasped in pain as her body began to contort and change. “Endure it my wife. It will end soon” Kasem said holding her. Her bones creaked; her breasts grew. Her hair turned black and grew. Her skin darkened. Her fingers and even toes grew slightly. And then it was over. There was no trace of Rebecca left and in her wake stood a woman seemingly 19 or so years old looking Thai. By the time it was all over, the first responders had appeared due to his fiery fit earlier. “What is that horrible sound coming from those strange metal carts?” Juna asked cringing. “Just bothersome pests” Kasem said pointing his palm at them. With invisible magic force, a wave of pressure blew them to smithereens as if someone exploded a bomb in the middle of them. “Better my wife?” he asked. “Much better beloved” she said before staggering. “Careful. The body is still fresh from the change, and you haven’t had legs in 2000 years. And food apparently” he said grinning as the hand he had on her stomach felt it growl. He held her close. “Come. I know of a wondrous place in a city called Bangkok called Kentucky Fried Chicken where you can eat your fill” he said. “And what after that Kasem?” she asked looking into his eyes.

“Hard passionate sex. Passionate enough to have the child we were robbed of. And after that, I shall begin my revenge on those that imprisoned me. The accursed Yaksha” he said grinning.

Chapter 21…Reunions

“Your mother?!” Kanya asked. “Yes my mother” Ora muttered as she focused her healing magic. Suddenly her mother shrunk to her natural size. Ora extracted her out of her clothes and laid her naked body on the sofa cushion. “She’s so badly hurt she can’t even keep human size. Kanya, go to my dresser in the bedroom and get me a sock. A cotton one if you can” Ora said. Kanya rushed upstairs and returned with a pink cotton sock. She gave it to Ora who placed it nearby. “My god. So much damage. Anyone else weaker would be dead” Ora said as her fingers rubbed magic into her mother’s tiny arms and legs. “Want me to help?” Kanya asked. “NO! I mean no. This level of damage has to be treated with a very delicate touch. You’re not skilled enough yet” Ora replied. Kanya could see Ora was very scared. “Her ribs are a shattered mess. Lungs are just shredded. She must’ve been using wind magic just to breathe. Who the hell did this?” Ora asked. “Michael?” Kanya asked. “Don’t be silly. He’s strong but my mother is a master magus. No way he could’ve done this” she hissed. Kanya shrugged and just sat down. She watched for nearly an hour as Ora literally put her mother back together. Once she was satisfied, she placed her tiny naked body inside the giant pink sock for warmth. “Go back to bed. There’s nothing you can do” Ora said quietly. “Not true” Kanya said standing up and opening the closet door. She wrapped Ora in a blanket and kissed her cheek. “I stand corrected” Ora said weakly smiling.

Hours later…

She opened her eyes to find her giant human sized daughter asleep close to her. It had been over 100 years since they had seen or spoke to one another. She heard the sound of giant bare feet on floor not far away and sat up to look. “Minh?” she asked out loud. Kanya holding a glass of orange juice heard the sound and turned. “You’re awake” Kanya said coming closer. “You’re not her” the woman said. “Who?” Kanya asked. “My daughter. She looked similar to you” the woman replied. “I see. Ora did say I remind her of her sister” Kanya said sipping juice. “You are not surprised to see a four-inch woman before you?” the woman asked. “Hardly. Between being shrunk and finding out I’m a Yaksha, seeing you is just another Tuesday” Kanya chuckled. Ora stirred. “Mother?” Ora asked. “It’s me Ora. Who is this young lady?” she asked. “Her name is Kanya. Kanya this is my mother Sora” Ora said. Kanya bowed her head slightly. “Curious. I have not heard of any Yaksha born recently” Sora said. “I awakened her bloodline. She’s in training” Ora said. “You have no authority to do that! Not to awaken or train her!” Sora yelled. She grimaced as her ribs were still sore. “I’d keep low tones unless you want to feel that pain some more” Ora said. “You are impetuous as before. Deciding things on your own” Sora spat. “Circumstances dictated my actions. Circumstances you’re highly ignorant of” Ora said. The woman stood up and stood on top of the sock. Kanya nearly laughed. “What gives you the right to speak to me this way? I am your mother” she said. “Not the way I heard it. Heard you tossed her away like trash not once but twice” Kanya said. The woman shot her a look with glowing eyes.

“Truth hurts. Or did you not exile her and shit on her because she’s half Asura. You’d think for someone thousands of years old; you’d be more understanding. More tolerant. More forgiving. Mothers like you made girls like me fear being ourselves around them” Kanya spat before leaving them. “She speaks with the hot blood of youth but she’s not wrong. You only appear at my doorstep because you needed me” Ora said softly. Sora sat down ashamed. “There was an incident two days ago. Humans captured on video master level shrinking magic being used…or at least the light of it” Sora said. “Where?” Ora asked. “Just outside New Bergen New Jersey” she replied. Ora googled it and sure enough she found a video of a red light brightening the sky at night. “A warehouse is missing?!” Ora asked. “Yes. I traced it back to a power not that far from there almost two days later. It came from a human added by an Asura. There was a fight and just as I was about to strip him of his connection, they merged. I was taken aback by their power” she said. “Mother, even if they merged you still should’ve won” Ora said. “The Asura, it was a Sage class. I felt it. I barely escaped with my life. Daughter, he knew your name. Please explain this” Sora said. “Michael. It could only have been Michael. Come and have breakfast. There is much to explain” Ora sighed holding her hand out for her mother to climb into.

As they ate, Ora explained everything that had occurred till that point. Kanya stared at Sora still not liking her. “You should’ve contacted me. You know how” Sora said. “You’re kidding right? You have any idea how much you hurt me? Any clue?” Ora asked. “By our laws…”

“Fuck the laws! I was your child” Ora yelled as tears fell from her eyes. “You think it was easy to exile you? Deny your birthright?” Sora asked. “Which had nothing to do with you just stopping by just to see if Ora was even still alive. What? You know how much strength of will it takes to endure centuries of that level of pain. She could’ve of just ended it by her own hand. So what kept her going?” Kanya asked. Sora said nothing. “No, ask her” Kanya said. “What was it?” Sora asked. “That one day you’d forgive me. Obviously that day isn’t today. Finish your oatmeal mother” Ora said leaving them. “You should feel ashamed. Hiding it from me won’t work. Something about my magic affinity I can sense emotions” Kanya said. “You’re a fledgling. You know next to nothing about our culture, our laws. You don’t know what it’s like to be bound in such a way” Sora whispered. “The hell I don’t. I grew up in a traditional family where being bi or gay was a dishonor. Where bad gossip travels faster than light. Tell me something, did your laws and culture tell you they loved you? Call you on Mother’s Day, your birthday, or just have a nice dinner with you? No, they didn’t. Family does. Laws and culture change, but love endures. Even after all you’ve done she still loves you. Listen…” Kanya said.

“She’s crying” Sora muttered. “And she wouldn’t be if she didn’t love you” Kanya said coldly. Sora stopped eating and followed the sound or Ora crying to her bedroom. When Ora saw her land on her bedsheets, she stopped but turned away from her. “I’d offer apologies, but they wouldn’t be enough. I never wished to shun you, but it was our law” Sora muttered coming closer. “Because something is law doesn’t make it just” Ora said softly. Sora approached Ora’s big toe on her right foot. Her hand grazed over a rough patch of skin underneath it. “You still kept the scar I see” Sora said. “From when I accidentally electrocuted myself in lightning magic training? Yeah I did. A reminder than there’s always something more to learn. Ways to improve oneself” Ora said flexing her toe. “A lesson I had forsaken long ago” Sora said. She turned and bowed on all fours before her giantess daughter. Ora was shocked as her mother bowed to nobody. She could hear her softly weeping. “I’m so sorry” Sora wept. Ora picked her up and placed her neatly in her hand. Ora stared at her. “You have every right to hate me” Sora said crying softly. Ora kissed her. “It was never hate. Only a broken heart” Ora said. Her words cut deep within the woman’s heart. Truthfully, she knew she had hurt Ora but was too scared to ever speak to her about it lest face her mistakes. After some time consoling her, Sora spoke. “That’s some student you have there. She cares greatly about you. Are you two mated?” Sora asked. “Of a sort. I find her kindness more attractive than anything else. For someone so human, she is strategy gifted. She can invoke Soul Resonance with barely a thought, and she’s only been training on it for two weeks” Ora said. “That’s it?! Have you figured out her subset skill?” Sora asked.

A moment dear readers. What Sora is referring to is the subset skill class Yaksha fall into according to their talents. Translated from ancient Yaksha…attack magics fall under Vanguard. Defense magics fall under Sentinel. And support magics fall under Synergist.

“Synergist for sure. More precisely an empath. I’d put her rank as intermediate by now” Ora replied. “That high?! Ora who exactly is she?” Sora asked. “Someone of our lineage. Her glyphs in her magic share common forms with ours” Ora said. Sora grew very quiet and timid. “Mom? Is there something you’re not telling me?” Ora asked. “…shortly after our…meeting in China I returned to our native lands. Not long after I was there I gave birth to a child. A daughter. I wanted to start over with her and not repeat the same mistakes I made with you” she replied softly. “Wait. I have a sister?!” Ora asked. “Had. Had a sister Ora. For some reason she did not inherit our power or lifespan. She lived and died as a human. She did have offspring of her own which could be Kanya’s ancestor. Most likely so if she shares our glyphs” Sora said. “So, Kanya is my great great great grandniece?” Ora asked. “It would seem. Don’t worry, you two can still have sex. We’re not prudish like the humans” she said. “Mom that ain’t the point. I would’ve liked to have met her at least once. You have a grandson in his 70’s. Like my sister he didn’t inherit our lifespan and barely got any of our powers. He’s healthy but still mortal. You get it now?” Ora asked. “The wasted time we could’ve shared. Yes I do” Sora said softly. “Anyway, you should put some clothes on, and we can brainstorm what to do about Mike” Ora said. Within a few minutes, Sora was wearing some of her clothes.

“Wow. You’re definitely mother and daughter” Kanya said seeing them. “She gets her feet from her father” Sora said. Kanya looked at both of their bare feet. “I can see that. But she’s got your eyes” Kanya said. “That she does” Sora said grinning. “Ahem. About Michael. Even with merging, he couldn’t have gotten that powerful so quickly” Ora said. “You said he grew in power the more people he sacrificed” Sora said. “True but to even come close to this level of power he’d have to…oh hell” Ora muttered. “What?” Kanya asked. “Sacrifice dozens of people in a short amount of time. Like a warehouse full of people” Ora muttered. “No, I refuse to believe that. Mike was picky about who he chose and even then to stave off a curse. He’s screwed up but not a psychopath” Kanya said. “Even so mother it would take an Asura of immense power to channel that much negative energy effectively” Ora said. “Still not following” Kanya said. “It’s not just sacrificing someone. It’s the quality of the victim that really matters. Sacrificing someone close, someone you care about will give off more negative energy than killing some stranger. However, very powerful Asura can make the most of low-quality pickings. In terms you’d understand, the more powerful an Asura is, the more energy efficient they are. What could push Mike to be this brazen?” Ora said. “He said he needed some human criminal to make things right. To balance the scales. In fact, the places he’d been apparently were run by a criminal gang. Places of prostitution and slavery” Sora said. “People in misery. People nobody would report missing. Clever Michael but why the rush?” Ora asked. Ora sighed. “If only I knew where that damn Coin was when his grandfather died” Ora muttered.

“What Coin? The sealing artifact is a coin?” Sora asked. “Thought you knew” Ora replied. “I did not. This coin wouldn’t happen to be very ancient, made of copper, and about the size of an American quarter would it?” Sora asked worried. “Yeah actually” Kanya replied. “Our problem is far worse than we thought” Sora whispered. “Why?” Ora asked. “That was the artifact the Sages used to seal away Kasem the Sage” Sora replied. “Whoa. Isn’t he the same guy you said was some super powerful necromancer?” Kanya asked. Ora quietly nodded.

Meanwhile…

Mike had awoken and pulled himself off the sofa to go to the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet he took a piss and shit and got up to flush. As an odd quirk, he would sometimes look after eating a person just to see what was left. Normally a leg bone, pelvis, or a skull. This time nothing. He had digested the tiny bug sized women completely. Nothing had been left. Their existence erased by a crime boss and then himself. It was sobering for the half hungover man. Mike showered getting the stink of dirt, sweat, and half singed clothing off him. Once done and dressed he fixed breakfast. He carried it downstairs to feed a hungry and thirsty Yue and her little pet. Mike could hear Yue saying to her pet to eat. “Is it done?” Mike asked. “One more of very good quality but I doubt you’d do it” the Asura replied. “After last night you’d still say that?” Mike asked. “Finish your breakfast and come to your grandfather’s study. Then we shall see” the demon replied. Mike did finish and went to the study curious to what the Asura meant. Mike had broken every taboo he could think of so what could be left? “So, what now?” Mike said sitting. His grandfather’s journal sitting on the table opened up and a gust of wind flipped the pages until it stopped. “Read” the Asura said.

“May 11, 2003”

“I’ve been fighting it every second of every day for months. The urge to end her life. Eat her, crush her. Squeeze her until her body pops. Fuck her to death. Every evil thought every second running around my head. Obviously it’s the curse that has taken the loved of every girl I cared about or loved. Even my daughter isn’t immune which is why I don’t see her or my grandson that much. Too dangerous. But I can’t let Catty become another victim. She’s carrying my child. She’s asleep on my pillow right now. So precious. That cute baby bump of hers. I just…I can’t keep her. I’m going to take her to a hospital and unshrink her. Risky but at least she’ll…they’ll be alive”

“Grandpa fathered another kid?!” Mike asked. “More than that” the Asura said as another gust of wind turned pages.

“June 3, 2013”

“I shouldn’t be here but I am. Catty is right there in that house. It had been just over 10 years since I saw her I had to see her…and our daughter. Becca as her friends call her. Yes I’ve been following her for some time now curious. Could anyone blame me being curious about my own kid I can’t see or talk to? It’s her birthday today. She’s 10 years old now. The house is busy with the sounds of squealing girls eating cake and ice cream. I can feel the pull of the curse even from this distance. Telling me to shrink Catty…maybe even Becca. I fight it that much more. They live so close to me. Hartford is just a half hour drive away. Catherine Horner. I’m sorry”

“I have an aunt” Mike muttered. Mike looked up the name Catherine Horner and cross referenced it with Hartford. He got a hit and an address. Mike got up and went to the living room. “So, what will you do?” the Asura asked. Mike said nothing and grabbed his keys before leaving. Mike thought about what the Asura wanted as he drove to the address. In just 35 minutes he arrived and parked outside. “I have an aunt I never met, and she was just 35 minutes away” he thought. He studied her Facebook account. Single mother with a daughter going to community college. By all accounts fairly happy. The daughter Becca was pretty cute to Mike. He could see her being related to him as Becca faintly looked like a young version of his mother. Part of him wanted to give this up. Another part wanted to go right in, shrink them, and be done with it. And the last part wanted to go in and just…know them. Becca was the very last member of his family still alive. He wouldn’t admit it, but Mike was considerably lonely at that time. But what would he say to them? Mike got out of the car, went the door, and knocked on it.

“Can I help you?” a teenage girl asked answering. “Who’s at the door Becca?” her mother yelled. “Some guy mom” she replied. Her mother came to the door. “Can I help you young man?” Catty asked. “…probably not” Mike replied turning to leave. She grabbed his arm stopping him and gazed into his face. “Christopher?” she whispered. “That was my grandfather’s name” Mike replied. Her eyes went wide. “He wrote about you, and I was curious to meet Becca” he said. “He…he wrote…” she stammered. “I know everything. Him shrinking you, impregnating you, all of it” Mike said. She looked like she was going to faint. Mike was shocked when she asked him to come in. He reluctantly agreed.

He sat on her sofa near her as Becca approached. Mike looked upon his younger than him aunt. Same eyes as his mother. Around 5’9 wearing a green sweatshirt with the Xbox logo. Sweatpants and barefoot. The more he looked at her, the more he did NOT want her to be part of this. “So…you’re his grandson?” Catty asked. “Michael but most just call me Mike. I have to ask…does Becca know?” Mike asked. “I told her I was raped. That’s it. I never told a soul about what really happened” she said. “Who’s this guy mom?” Becca asked staring at Mike. “Your nephew” she replied. Mike was taken aback that she told her the truth. “But that means…your grandpa raped my mom!” Becca shouted angrily. “I know. I just found out you existed. I was curious about you since you’re the last family member I have” Mike replied. “Well tough titty. Get the fuck out!” Becca yelled pulling him off the sofa. Becca was blown back by wind magic. Catty looked at Mike in fear. “That…that wasn’t me” Mike muttered looking at his hand. Mike went to leave and found he couldn’t move. “Let me go. I’m calling it off” Mike said. “You’ll lose Katie” the Asura said. “Then I’ll lose her! This is too much even for me!” Mike yelled. “Oh Michael. We’ve come too far for you to give up now” the Asura said chuckling as Mike turned to face them. He held out his hand and shrunk them both. “You fucking bastard…” Mike hissed. “Sleep boy” the Asura commanded knocking Mike out. When Mike woke up, he found himself downstairs in his house with Catty and Becca shrunk and naked, pounding on the terrarium walls.

His hand grabbed Catty and picked her up. “Don’t…please…” she begged. “Stop it. STOP IT!” Mike yelled. The Asura jammed Catty into his mouth and forced him to chew. Becca could only see and hear as her screaming mother was chewed up and eaten alive. Her shrieking ending within seconds mercifully. She stated at the giant in horror and rage but also shocked as he shed tears. Mike swallowed what was left of Catty. “I won’t let you have her” Mike hissed biting his tongue. “Oh, I don’t plan to eat her Michael. I need her. Brace yourself boy. What comes next may hurt” the Asura chuckled. Mike felt a pull where the Coin had implanted in his chest. Then a searing pain. Mike screamed as the Coin tore itself from his flesh and hovered in the air. Its power pulsing and radiating so fiercely the basement vibrated. Then, the crack in the Coin became visible for the first time to him before finally spreading to the other edge of it. It cracked and shattered releasing power enough to blow out the basement window. Mike, Yue, her pet, and Becca were blown to the floor. Mike heard bare feet touching the floor and looked. An Asian looking man in his early 20’s fully naked stood before him. He stretched and cracked his joints before looking at Michael. “You”

“Yes me Michael. The real me. Kasem at your service…no longer. Thank you for gathering enough energy to release me from my prison” he said smiling. “YOU USED ME!” Mike yelled. “Come now boy. Nothing in life is free. There’s always a price. Little Katie told you that. Becca come to me” Kasem said using his control magic on the tiny girl. She walked to his giant feet, and he bent down to pick her up. “Let her go!” Mike yelled trying to move. "I’m in a good mood Michael. Don’t make me shrink you to the size of a flea or something. Kasem looked up. “Since you did such a good job…well mostly, I’ll even keep my end of the bargain” he said. Kasem began chanting in an ancient language as a magic array formed around his right hand. The house began shaking. The lights flickered. The air itself turned stale as if the energy was sucked out of it. Kasem sighed and grinned. “Done. Goodbye Michael” Kasem said laughing as he magically teleported away. Mike was dazed and sat there until he realized what he meant by keeping his end of the bargain. Mike rushed upstairs and found Katie crawling out of her shoebox coffin. “Oh dear god” Mike muttered.

He rushed to the coffee table and picked her up. “Katie?” he asked. She tilted her head to the side and smiled. Mike studied her. No decomposition, rosy skin, breathing, blinking eyes. “KATIE!” he yelled cuddling her to his cheek crying. Katie absently stared ahead as a flicker of dark energy filled her eyes.