JANE LOVED HER KING-SIZED BED in the Hilton – she wore her-pyjamas, laid in the centre of the bed interacting with her-AI Boyyo… going through the lesson-specifics for the new-school term… but only-half listening to the interactive-device…

… as she relaxed her mind – ‘enjoying’ the comfort-and-luxury in her first-day of stay at the hotel…

In the air-conditioned-suite, the blonde-girl rested her-head in the most-comfortable flutter plush pillow, that was geese-feathered filled…as the reposed blind-girl ran her 10-fingertips onto the soft-linen-top – it was an untroubled-therapeutic state to her-tensed mind…

‘… I ‘wish’ this is my-bedroom forever…’

The tween had developed A ‘PHOBIA’ of falling-asleep in her ‘own’ bedroom in the Wilson-residence because she believed the queen-sized bed WAS ‘POSSESSED’… that gave her-nightmare – and, she had-to spend hours awake in the dark… trying ‘not’ to sleep…

… or-else, Peter-the-incubus WOULD ‘COME’ to disturb-her…

… she remembered when Peter who was her-boyfriend in the other-Perth… when he ‘came’ to her-bedroom during the term-break, where he taught her skateboarding later the-day… but while in the room, Jane ‘had’ kissed’ a boy for the very-first time IN HER-BED, while her-parents were away-at-work…

… he was a ‘sweet’ boy back-then… and was her-first love…

… until, he was obsessed with greed-and-ambition – that made her HATE-HIM… and they broke-up…

She ‘felt’ lonely in the suite… where the last-time she checked-into the-hotel 3 months-ago was with the whole-family – in THIS-OCCASION, her mother-and-brother were ‘not’ here… and were @Uncle Topher’s…

She ‘missed’ her-baby brother…

… and made a mental-note to call Lola’s phone because the nanny would-be at her-uncle’s house while taking-care of Samuel over-there… while her-mummy went to work-in-clinic…

‘… I’ll call tomorrow and talk to Jaheem… ‘when’ Mummy is at work…’

She ‘missed’ her dog-Piper too…

… and it made her-sad that her-beloved dog was injured the 2nd-time – where in the ‘other-Perth, he was ‘bitten’ by Popobawa… and in post-Treeton he-was ‘stabbed’ by Popobawa…

‘… I’m coming to ‘see’ you tomorrow after-class, boy… hang-in there…”

To cheer herself-up she called her boyfriend even though it was late… and, Paul was glad that she called and they face-timed. Jane was excited about her suite in the Hilton and got off her-bed – and took her boyfriend for the tour in the room…

… she had ‘done’ this before – in her previous stay after the black panther attack where she took him on a tour in a darkroom… because the blind-girl had ‘forgotten’ to switch-on the lights – this time she was touring with her-Samsung pointed at the ceiling…

“… Jane-dear, can you point the phone-lower – I’m seeing the lights and the air-con unit…”

“… urg-fish… my-bad… B-girl…” Jane chuckled after apologizing…

She returned to her-bed… sighing in-relief… with a monologue…

“… what an-eventful ‘first-day’ of school it had ‘been’ for us… the mayor-came and gave the Bravery-award at the-gym… and ‘stupid’ Peter made his ‘stupid’ demonstration-protest – then-me coming home to a house that had a baboon-attack…

“… some-how… SIMY ‘got’ into my-head… and she helped me by-guiding me to ‘kill’ those monkeys without fire-blasting them… then after the-kill, SIMY left… and I had to deal with ‘answering’ police questions… but I ‘faked-and-lied’ that I don’t remember ‘any’ of the-incident… to hide my 3rd-eye ability and my-flying too…”

She ranted…

“… maybe I should have got injured-on-purpose… now that they found a B-girl who ‘knifed’ 3 monkeys dead without a scratch-on-her… even mummy was ‘surprised’ too when she-took the knife-away from me…

“… hah! I’m ‘not’ bothered ‘what’ she ‘thinks’ of-me – to her -- I’m always the crazy-and-rebellious B-girl who ran in an open-field in Treeton while-in a thunderstorm – now… she’s gone…

“… after-she fought with my-father… threatening to ‘divorce’ him – she-just took Jaheem and left… now my-baby brother is out-there ‘vulnerable’ to Popobawa’s next-attack… if there is ‘one,’ then I can’t protect him… my ‘stupid’ mummy...”

Paul saw her cry… but he ‘let’ her-vent… as he no’ solutions to the situations in post-Treeton… so, quietly he listened…

“… I decided-and-stayed with Daddy, ‘not’ following Mummy… because in the other-Perth, he got a stroke and a heart attack on the night Jaheem was ‘kidnapped’… I love my-daddy, Paul… and I love my-brother-too…”

Paul sighed and spoke…

“… don’t cry, dear… I can’t say that things-would be alright… but we-should keep ourselves with positive-thoughts ‘always’… as ‘negative-thoughts’ attracts ‘negative-luck’ to us-both…”

He saw her-nod, wiping her-tears and smile…

At the same time, he heard a knock on the door of his windowless-room – it was Caroline returning late from work… even Paul didn’t hear her Audi coming. The inspector-mother called…

“… Poe, it’s almost 10 o’clock… go to sleep, you-got school tomorrow…”

“… err… yes, Mom…”

“It’s your-mom… I got to-go – G’night-Paul… see you in school tomorrow, I love-you…” Jane ended the-call…

… Paul sighed as he still wanted Jane’s to talk ‘more’ to him on a-school-night… even in the school holidays she did ‘not’ call as much-as-he wanted… even-today, at the first day of school… there was ‘so-many’ things he wanted to talk to her but-can’t…

Paul sighed again and levitated to switch-off the light to-go-to bed…

-O-

Jane laid-in her king-sized bed thinking of her Paul – her-Tarzan boyfriend…

… her-Paul whom she SHARED FAME as his-Jane…

… which she preferred to ‘more-than’ Peter’s Perth’s Famous Couple’s tennis-partner reputation.

Jane did ‘not’ know the story of Tarzan who was raised by-apes… even-though she read something similar in Kipling’s Jungle Book where Mowgli who was raised by-wolves…

She requested Boyyo to search an audiobook on Edgar Rice Burrough’s Tarzan – and for the next hour, she heard the tales of the white-man living in the jungles of Africa…

… till she-fell asleep…

… forgetting to drink HER NIGHTCAP of a glass of wine…

-O-

Peter was on his bed chuckling to the antics of BoJack Horseman on Netflix in his-iPad – Caroline barged-into his-room without knocking… Peter was ‘caught’ by-surprise – if the inspector-mother would find-out about him-hoarding an illegal wildlife quokka…

… Joey-Walker was playing-by-rolling around a tenno-ball on the carpet when she rushed-in… Peter’s jaw-dropped witnessing the critter ‘vanishing-in-thin-air’ the moment it sensed the-intruder…

… Peter was-still ‘shocked’ – listening to his mother yelling at him…

“Did you ‘disrespect’ the mayor at school this-afternoon? Did you ‘stage’ a protest…?”

… he regained his-composure…

“…yea, you’re right…he treated-me unfair – WHERE IS my-Bravery-award from the Rotto-trip…?”

“You can get me fired… you fool!”

“…oyy… why you judging-me like I ‘did’ something wrong? I just fought for ‘my-rights’ – I’m ‘treated’ unfairly-here…”

“… listen-here, Peter – I’m a government-servant in his-Perth… I might lose my-job because of-you! Tomorrow… you go to the principal’s office, and you apologise to Tom-Harris for your unbecoming stupid behaviour!”

“What has ‘this’ got to-do with Principal Harris…?”

“So-that your-principal would make an apology phone-call to the mayor’s office… on your-behalf…”

“…but-Mom…”

“Don’t argue – DO WHAT I SAY!”

“…even it’s bias, and loaded by your womanly-judgemental emotions…?”

“YES! Now go-to sleep!”

Caroline switched the room-light off… and slammed the door… leaving Peter in the dark…

He scoffed…

… then he remembered his-albino pet… and was-excited…as he called-out…

“… JW… where are-you…?”

He used the illumination of the blue-light of his-iPad… panning the glow in the darkness…

… at the sound of its-master’s voice the quokka ‘reappeared-and-materialized from-thin-air’ – and hopped to-him…

“There you ‘are’ – come here to-daddy…”

The rapt Peter picked-it-up… and exclaimed…

“Hahaha, WE ‘DID’ IT, mate! Dad’s BOOK-OF-SPELLS works… you can go invisible, hahaha… now you can go ‘hunting’ with daddy!!!”

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JANE TRAVELLED THROUGH THE umbilical-cord of-the-Universe in her-Dreamworld… to her destination of the Abrahamics’ Garden-of-Eden… as-she touched down at its open-gates…

… the naked blind-tween was hypnotically-attracted by the heavenly-sounds of Flora-and-Fiona’s tranquillity of the night. She then entered the gate to find a serene place to-sleep the night…

… but her-mind was ‘not’ in-peace… if-though she had ‘forgotten’ something…

… she ambled as she was recalling ‘what-it-was’ IN THE JUNGLE…

… where the obstructing trees’ branches, vines and roots recoiled-and-moved back to give-way to blind-Jane… as the divine-nature ‘welcomed’ its ‘in-betweener-visitor’ in the ‘ABSENCE’ of the Mother-of-Beauty, Venus…

“OH-FISH!” Jane exclaimed and faced-palmed…

… ‘now’ she remembered…

… Jane had FORGOTTEN TO DRINK WINE – therefore, the-incubus that ‘possessed-Peter’ would be sober – and would have A ‘CLEAR-MIND’ to hunt her…

… the naked-tween ran in-fright in the jungle… as it was ‘not’ safe in the open…

She headed to the CAVES-OF-THE-CHERUBS to take-shelter – where in the past-6 days – she had hidden-and-slept among-the-cupids without any-disturbance of evil…

… in the past she had slept in the open in the grass-and-bushes with furry-mammals – but the incubus riding the centaur usually-FOUND HER… and attempt to rape-her in-the-jungle…

… in her-conscious-hours she had come-up WITH A STRATEGY to hide-safely and ‘not’ to get-caught by the sex-fiend… it was in her red-wine drinking-bouts where blind-Jane learned her-survival ruse…

Jane had dated Peter as her-first boyfriend in the ‘other-Perth – and during their-courtship, the blind-girl knew some of his-PET-PEEVES…

… where back-then, Peter can’t stand the stench of the SMELL-OF-URINE – where he would ‘complained-and-gagged’ that his-twin Paul for ‘stinking-up’ the air in his-father’s house…

In her nightly visits to the garden, Jane had ‘been’ finding a place to-hide from the demonic-rapist… until she stumbled-upon the caves at the edge of the lake which ‘fitted’ her-criteria – where it had been ‘successfully’ her-hideout for the past 6 nights…

… it was the 7th night tonight…

“…ooo-fish… so-careless of me… I forgot to ‘drink’ wine…”

Jane was running-fast through the wood… startling some sleeping-animals along the-way… and apologizing as she skurried …

“… sorry… sorry…”

She was about to reach the lake – when ‘SOMETHING-ODD’ happened to-her…

… when HER-3RD-EYE ‘opened’…

… this-time-around, it was ‘not’ the 3rd-eye when she was a blind-superhero… where she saw fuzzy silhouettes of shapes-and-sizes – this-3rd-eye was ‘blinding’ with strong-colours without outlines…

“… what’s happening to me…?”

Jane placed her-palms at her-eyes as she ran-screaming…

“The colours hurt! The colours hurt!”

Her-mind was an abstract-painting canvas – where colours-were splashed on-top of the-other and-bled to form ‘other’ variant-of-colours… with no-outlines…

… without outlines there was no-silhouettes for her to-distinguish ‘where’ she was going…

Jane fell into the shallow-water in the lake… she was there momentarily closing her eyes from the painful surge of rainbows-entering her mind…

… a troop of patrolling cupids flew down to help the blind-naked tween… and guided her ashore…

“… Jane-no-run… Jane-fall…” She ‘heard’ their voices…as her-eyes were shut-close…

The cherubs guided the colour-blinded tween all-the-way to their dwelling caves… at the mouth of the caverns they left her…

“… bye-bye, Jane…” The cupids flew-off...

“… thanks…” Blind-Jane acknowledged…

… they flew away to continue their duties of policing the Abrahamics’ Garden-of-Eden…

Jane stood at the mouth of the cave with her eyes-shut… and followed the urine-stench that was-the guide to her-hideout…

In the-cave, she ‘opened’ her eyes to darkness – WITH NO HURTING-COLOURS… which the blind-tween ‘was’ comfortable with – as she threaded further into the cave with thousands of sleeping cupids of all-colours… piling-on top of each-other for warmth in the cold-breezy cave…

Jane chose her ‘spot’ and slept on-her belly for a good-night sleep… unlike the interruption of sleep some-nights-ago… with the cupids’ feathered-wings that tickled her-nose when she slept on her-back…

… she slumbered peacefully when the sleeping naked-baby-boys BLANKETED HER ‘under’ with their piling-bodies in a cave… that was colder than her air-conditioned Hilton-suite…

-O-

In the wasteland, the sober incubus WAS COMING… riding a giant hippo-sized albino-quokka…

Peter had learnt numerous spells from his father’s journal – that he was ‘prepared’ and-had an-arsenal of Blackmagic to penetrate Mother-Venus White-magic that she ‘used’ to protect her-property… as she was the ‘new’ landlady to the Garden-of-Eden…

He had a checklist:

The Quokka – his-pet-mascot was now his-ride as he learnt a spell to make it enormous in-size The Smasher – his-robotic-arm that can transform into metal-version of Venom’s symbiotic superpowers The Babolat – his-weapon-of-choice that was spelled to-be a flamethrower The AI-Pete2.0 – his-‘backseat-driver’ where the artificial intelligence-device’s memory was downloaded with Blackmagic-spells… where it aided Peter who had trouble-memorizing all those Sumerian spells … and face-mask – he knew 'where' the Blind-one was hiding

The loin-cladded incubus-with Peter’s face rode the hopping giant-quokka… as it yee-haa-ed in-excitement…

… tonight, was the night… it would ‘taste’ the virginity of the-soulmate…

… Peter felt like Luke Skywalker in Empire-Strikes-Back where the-jedi rode the snow-lizard, Tauntaun @Hoth – Peter raised his Babolat above his-head like a jedi-light-saber, shouting…

“Woohoo! May-The-Force-Be-With-Me!!!”

-O-

The giant Quakka galloped to the front of the Garden-of-Eden. From afar, the riding Peter-the-incubus saw the main-gate of the garden was closed. It said a dark-spell…

… Peter’s black-robotic arm grew meters-long as it-webbed intertwining-branches of metal – and it transformed into a chained iron-ball mace…

The incubus swung the mace-vertically at the closed-heavenly gate… and shattered it with a single mighty-blow…

… evil had entered paradise…

It was a long-way to the centre-heart of the garden where the prized-virgin soulmate-was…as the land was vast-in-area – where the incubus had passed these areas before in his failed-trips…

… riding-on his horseman-centaur and going the thick-jungle filled with wild-animal which were…

… Venus-the landlady of the-Garden’s first line of defence… where the alpha-male animals would separate from its-mate – to fight any intruders who trespass their-habitat to harm-or-threat their-mates and also to protect the environment of mother nature so that flora-and-fauna would prevail for ever-and-ever…

… and the alphas came…

Peter saw a Kazakh-wolf representing the strongest of the canine-breed chasing… and bit the quokka’s long tail. The tween chanted-a-spell and raised his Babolat with his-righthand and aimed at the following beast – the cursed-tennis racquet busted into a flamethrower… immolating the animal into a ball-of-fire…

“Bring-it-on, Mama Venus… is this all you got…HaHaHa…!!!”

Peter next-saw a Grizzly-bear on his path as it stood threatening tall-and-mighty in-stature to intimidate the charging albino-quokka. He pointed his-Bobolat and flamed the gigantic-bear that blazed in pain-to-its death…

… and the quokka passed the half-dying burning-carcass, Peter swung his-racket – hitting the grizzly’s head, shouting…

“Mediocre!!!”

A Bengal-tiger and an African-lion leapt in-front frightening the albino as it pulled-back as stood-in its-hind… almost unsaddling the tween from his-ride…

“Whoa-easy there, JW… let Daddy handle-it… HaHaHa…!”

Peter blasted both of the big-wild cats with his-flamethrower-racquet – but missed as the beasts were agile at evading the killer-flames… running-circles nearing the albino-quokka until the tiger leapt at the tween…

… in reflex-action, the quakka’s hind-leg kicked the cat’s midsection throwing the lifeless big-feline far-flung… with caved-in ribcage…

“HaHaHa… nice-work, JW… you kick-like Chuck Norris, my-boy…”

Peter grunted at the attacking-lion… his metal symbiotic arm grew into a long-black chain with a crescent-shaped scythe in-its-end…

…Peter-the-incubus swung the Blackmagic-weapon – and decapitated the lion in mid-air… the headless body fell behind, and the demon stood-on the saddle of his-ride… and-caught the maned-head of the King-of-the-jungle ululating in-victory…

“Is this all you-got, Mother Venus…? Come to the-dark side… and I ‘teach’ you proper-magic if you want to defy-and-defeat the Abrahamic-Creator…”

The laughing incubus threw the lionhead in the air – using both arms it smashed the cranium with the Babolat… hurling-it-up to the-treetop – and, piking the skull on the-pinnacle …

The hippo-sized albino hopped ahead to face its next beastie-challenge…

… a massive Texas Longhorn bull with 100” horns tip-to-tip that stood-in its-way – the incubus poohed at the ‘inferior’ beast, saying…

“…hah … what is this Made-in-America bullshit – do you think this Yankee-doodle ass-wipe could beat-me…?”

The bull kicked-its-hoof in the ground before charging-in – Peter made a war-cry…

“… JW – CHARGE FORWARD…!!!”

The 2-creatures of the ‘same’ size were at the point-of-collusion… and before the longhorn gored… the quokka leaped over the bull while the incubus looped the-symbiotic metal-chain in its-neck-and-lynched… and dragging the fallen-cattle at the rear…

… the helpless bull was pulled-and-heaved by the chain for a couple-of-kilometres in the rough-terrain – until its massive horned-head was gorily detached from the mangled-body…

The victorious-incubus maniacally laughed but was drowned-next by angry-trumpeting sound coming from the jungle. Even the huge-sized quokka was startled… and from the mangroves appeared the largest animal in the world – the 2-storieed hulking African elephant with huge tusk walking-out from the-bushes…

… Peter calmed his-ride as the towering mammal stalked steadily at them… blowing-and-bathing itself with sand from its huge-trunk…

“… easy-Joey… easy… it’s ‘just’ Jumbo – and he wants to ‘play’ with us…”

The bull-elephant loud-trumpets was heard-again… and the incubus chucked…

“Which epic-way do you ‘wish’ to die, you big dumb-animal…?”

… Peter was deciding ‘creative-ways’ to kill it – and decided the ‘old-fashion’ way of medieval Camelot… where castle-knights in shiny-armours went jousting on-horseback…

“… the wheel-of-fortune-in-death spins…. tak-tak-tak-tak-takk – and the needle lands on jousting, it-is…”

The incubus cantate a dark-magic spell – that fashioned the symbiotic-metal arm into a 3-meter long speared-pointed tip black-lance…

… the bull-elephant charged-in – and the albino-quokka stormed-in too…

… the demon estimated its kill… as the African beast with flaring-ears was dashing forward to head-butt his-ride that might-kill-it… or use it enormous-trunk to parry the lance when the quokka-later went down… followed by trampling it-to-death…

… it adjusted TO-GROW the length of symbiotic-lance to-4 meter-long…

“… pro-tip, JW… always go-for the-head…”

Before head-butt collusion, the incubus used all-its-might to stab the sharp-lance straight between the bull-elephant’s eyes…

… it ‘only’ hairline-cracked the thick-skull – but didn’t burrow-through its-brains…

… Peter was like a pole-vault sporting-situation as he was lifted in mid-air from the quakka – as the injured-elephant shook its head with the lance-and-the tween like a waving flagpole… after the elephant stood-on its hind-legs…

“Stop dancing – and die…!!!”

The bull-elephant plucked the black-lance off-its forehead with its 3-meter massive trunk – and tossed Peter like a-ragdoll… the tween flung-and-fell a score-of-meters away…

The next-line of the mammoth’s attack was the albino-quokka…

… it charged to kill it by goring with its tusks – but the giant-quokka vanished in-thin-air… which confused the African-beast – and, from the rear…

… the incubus pounced to surprise-it and swinging a symbiotic chain of spiky-mace – to hit the creature at the back-of-its head… inflicting-pain and drawing-blood…

The long-tailed demon was cursing in its-Sumerian tongue… as it hit the-beast several times in the-head with the mace-chained-ball … while hoping-and-diving agile whenever the elephant COUNTERATTACKED…

The mammoth rampaged in pain-and-rage as it swung its massive trunk at the tiny-demon who was dodging the attack with skill-and-ease – the incubus chanted a dark-spell that transformed its chained-mace to the sharp-tipped scythe…

… Peter felt once-again like Luke-Skywalker – who in his-fighter-jet brought down to the-ground… a massive towering Walker-droid by tangling ITS-LEGS…

The incubus swung the chain at the elephant – which taut the forelegs of the animal… and it fell on-its-face. The demon then-chanted a dark-spell to give it super-strength, as it pull-the-chain…

… both the bounded-forelegs were decapitated and the maimed-elephant roiled on its back trumpeting cries-of-pain…

“… don’t be whinny – just shut the F***-up and die!!!”

The incubus jumped and hopped-on the fallen-creature’s belly… and continued to hit the bladed-chain in-the-face – amputated the massive-trunk and both the full-sized flappy ears… the demon did ‘not’ stop… as it further shattered-and-broke one of its-ivory big-tusk…

“Now who’s the boss here… me-or-you…!!?”

Looking-down at the bloodied-disfigured animal with a single-tusk… the blood-drenched Peter chuckled…

“… now back to the jousting-show…!!!”

… the symbiotic chain-and-scythe retracted into the metal-arm – and transformed into the black spear-tip lance… and the demon aimed-and-stabbed the bull-elephant’s right-eye – goring the metal further into-the-eye socket, TO RAPTURE the creature’s brain…

Peter stood victorious on the dead-massive elephant’s cadaver … shouting-aloud…

“Who is the King-of-the-Jungle? It’s ‘not’ bloody-Tarzan-Poe – but me – Peter-Walker the Magnificent…

“Hail-the-King… Hail-to-Me…!!!”

Peter leapt to the-grass… and looked-out for his-ride – he whistled and called-out for his-pet…

“… JW… where are-you…? JW… here-boy…”

The tween saw the invisible albino-quokka reappearing in-thin-air… away from the-danger-zone…

“There you-are… you-mediocre wussie-pussie yellow-bellied coward… get-here now…!”

Joey-Walker hopped in-response to its-master’s-voice… as it reached Peter shouted at it…

“You don’t be a deserter in my-battleground – come-here…!”

… the symbiotic-metal arm’s wrist transformed into a medieval cat-o’-nine-tails whip – the-tween cracked it…

“You don’t run, understand – the next-time… I’ll beat you!!!”

The threatened big-sized quokka ‘understood’… as the docile-creature lowed its head at the dissing… Peter scoffed and mounted on the saddle… still disparaging…

“Oii-JW… you should have-my-back out-there just-now ‘not’ run-away with your-tail between your-legs – I ‘want’ you to-be the bold-and-brave bull-head steed-Bucephalus of Alexzander-the-Great’s battles from now-onwards, okay…?”

The incubus rode-off after defeating the LARGEST-AND-DEADLIEST mammal in the-world – to collect its prized-trophy…

… the escaped bride#666 of the Asmodeus.

-O-

It was a full-moon in the Abrahamics’ paradise – the quokka was hopping on chest-high tall grass. Peter switched-on his AI-device…

“… Oy-Pete2.0… are there or bloody-sleeping on-the-job…? What is the ETA to the location…?”

“… err-Master… where is this-place on earth… there is ‘no’ GPS signal at all…?”

Peter chuckled…

“… hahaha, I was just testing-you, fool… there is no-GPS in my-Dreamworld – that is the power of my-imagination and it takes me-where I want… Oii! Don’t tell that to Kimura-Star… they might ‘steal’ my-powers and copyright them as their ‘own’…”

“… what is ‘this’ Dreamworld… my-programme don’t-compute…”

“… hehehe, admit it that you’re a piece-of-shit tech – your-kind is ‘not’ smarter than me…?”

“… then, why do-you ‘need’ me, Master…?”

“… no-worries… you’re important alright to this-mission do the menial-tasks of ‘memorizing’ that gibberish-Sumerian spells – that ‘sounds’ mongoloid-Mongolian… and some-other basic tasks too… like surveillance and-watching-over my-6…”

“… okay-Master… I’ll ‘try’ my-best ‘not’ to disappoint-you… or-else, you’ll ‘kill’ me…”

“… hahaha, your ‘fear’ of-me has got you to learn things-fast… to-be ‘worthy’ to serve me… kudos to you, my-slave…”

-O-

At the wee-hour of dawn, the quokka was skipping on a rock-terrain… the AI was doing its-surveillance-duty via the camera’s headset…

“Master! I detect the lake that you ‘landmarked’…”

“… excellent, we’re ‘close’…”

They were in edge the moor of the River Tigris delta – one of the 4 rivers in the Abrahamics’ garden – and, on a tree beside the mangroves was a sleeping-cupid with a bugle…

“… Master… I detect an-anomaly… there is a peculiar human-species… it has wings…”

Peter looked-up at a fig-tree… and on its branch was a snoozing cherub…

… it brought ‘bad’ memories to the tween… where he remembered he tried to makeup with Jane after their PFC-breakup in the other-Perth… but-later, the blind-girl rejected-him for the 2nd time in the Garden-of-Eden…

… when she ‘left’ – IN HIS-ANGER… he strangled-and-trampled 2-cupids to-death… and threw their bodies in the lake…

“Pete2.0, prepare the Babolat flamethrower-spell – I’m gonna ‘burn’ that son-of-a-b****…!”

“… but… Master, you can’t – it’s a toddler…it’s murder…”

“… these are ‘not’ human… just rodents-with-wings…”

“…but-Master…”

“… this is ‘not’ earth, dummy… and its-laws doesn’t apply over-here – this is ‘my’ Dreamworld… over-here, I’m the law!”

“… okay… Master…”

The AI chanted the spell and the tennis-racquet glowed in fire-red… Peter-then shout and startled the sleeping-like a-baby cupid…

“Oii! You-there – have you any last-babytalk-words to gurgle…?”

The cherub who was on-guard duty to-lookout from trespassing invaders – immediately blew the-bugle to call for backup…

“… vuvuzelas… I ‘hate’ bicycle-horn vuvuzelas…!!!”

Peter pointed the Babolat at the cherub and immolated it… he laughed hysterically before ridiculing…

“… he had ‘only’ one-job…but slept-on-it… what a ‘good-luck’ to-me – now, we have the advantage for a ‘surprise-attack’…”

Peter rode the quokka…commanding…

“… Ride-JW… ride-fast my-steed – tonight I’ll finally get-to ‘taste’ my sweet soulmate…”

Peter headed-out fast to-the-lake.

-O-

Peter reached the lake – his-albino quokka was springing speedy in the shores… until the AI alerted…

“Incoming! Master, there are those rodent-boys with wings approaching… they ‘seem’ hostile…”

… Peter looked up at the night-skies with a full-moon that silhouetted the fast-advancing score-of-cherubim’s night-duty guards…

“Let them-come, fool – let the ‘games’ finally-begin!”

The loin-clad incubus stood-on the saddle of his-riding quokka… lifted his-Babolat for-trajectory-range… and waited…

… the cupids initiated the FIRST-LINE OF ATTACK – with their slingshots and miniature bows-and-arrows…

… the quokka cried in-pain when it was ‘hit’ by rocks-and-arrows – the AI gave the ‘damage-report’…

“We’re ‘hit,’ Master – we’re GOING ‘DOWN’ fast – get the-quokka to RETREAT!!!”

“No! Shut-up, fool… don’t discourage it with defeating-thoughts – JW, you-bloody suck-it-up and GO-FORWARD as-ordered!!!”

The incubus skilful standing on-the-saddle of the galloping quakka – initiated his ‘waited’ COUNTER-ATTACK when the cherubs were in-range…

… flames shot-up from the Babolat… sweeping-diagonal into the night-skies… sacrificing half of the protectors-of-the garden-guards…

… the incubus laughed maniacally… as he watched small-fireballs of dead cupids dropping into the-lake…

The surviving cupids regrouped for their 2nd-attack – as they circled the skies – to attack from the rear of the fast-moving quokka…

… the incubus was ‘prepared’ – as it ‘estimated’ when they got-close…

… a barrage of rocks-and-arrows were volleyed at the intruders-from-hell – the balancing-incubus chanted a spell and the black robotic arm-fingertips transform into elongated symbiotic bands of 20-meters-long strips-of-razor sharp-belts…

The demon used the weapon as a whip and struck-down most-of the advancing rocks-and-arrows… the cherubs were ‘not’ spared-either – when they skirmish flew close with their subsequent-attacks…

… the incubus struck-at the ‘survivors’ who parried in mid-air…

… bloodied white-feathered wings attached with child-body parts dropped at the lake-shore…

… until there were ‘no’ alive cupids left – the once-again victorious Peter laughed as he ridiculed…

“… HaHaHa, they spend peanuts on the defense system-here – what is with this rock-and-arrow… like it ‘still’ in the biblical-times of-old, …? HaHaHa… yea, just-like the-timeworn story of David-defeated-Goliath with his sucky-slingshot – but times-are-changing when I have supercool techs like flamethrowers-and-magical-robotic-arm… this time-around… the-mighty GOLIATH ‘WINS,’ HaHaHa…!!!”

-O-

Guided by the full moon at the lake – Peter saw the rocky-hill nearby where the caves ‘were’ … the quokka galloped…

… they sneaked-to ambush – the incubus leapt-off the saddle to conduct reconnaissance… but was confused when it saw 3 separate caves…

‘… the blind-one could be in either-one of the caves – if I ambush one… she must escape by the-other…’

The stench-of-urine deterred it, even-though wearing a face-mask…

… but through the-reek… it then-detected a sharp-fragrance which ‘only’ an incubus’ nose ‘could’ scent-detect…which is…

… the menstrual-blood of a-virgin…

‘… she ‘is’ close…’

The devious demon explored the cave-fronts – sniffing the-blood – wagged its long-tail as it got-closer. The quokka trailed behind its-master…

… the incubus chanced-upon a sleeping cupid on-guard-duty… snoozing while-sitting with back-against a stalagmite-pillar… the demon grinned as it sneaked-in to kill the celestial-toddler by snapping its-neck…

‘… 3-caves and one-guard… it must be a skeletal-crew budget-problem here, hehehe… and the only-guard is-in snooze-mode… what ‘good-luck’ to me…’

The floor was scattered with stones-and-pebbles as the incubus tread-with light footsteps so as to ‘not’ to awake its-kill. But the heavy-footed quokka made cracking-sounds on the gravels – and cupid-guard was sentient… bolted into the cave… hollering…

“Bad-Peeta come… he come!!!”

Blind-Jane was awakened and so-did hundreds of the-cherubs. Fleeing cupids’ little-feet trampled on her-back before they took-flight…

The tween heard a distant howl of a wolf in the dark-cave when she got-up to her feet…

She was knocked-off her feet when the terrified-flying cupids thudding-into her-body as they were in a stampede to fleeing-out the cave like-bats…

“Bats! Rats! They are all ‘alike’ as greedy-Mother-Father-eaters – ‘come’ you-F*****s… come-eat my-juicy-Babolat…!!!”

Jane-then heard screams of death and smelled burning flesh-hair, and feathers…

“There you are… hiding aren’t you, Janey? You stink of rat-piss… yuck…!”

‘…ooh-my-dog…he found me…’

Her first instinct was to flee – as Peter on the quakka was burning the cherubs with his flamethrower Babolat, laughing maniacally…

Jane ran the opposite-direction into the dark cave… with her hands-out in case her ran into the rocky cave walls…

Regretting-thought were going-wild in her-mind…

‘Fish-Me! Why did I FORGET-TO drink my-wine…?’

Jane was hyperventilating in-terror…

‘… he’s ‘found’ me… he’s going to RAPE-ME in my-dream…’

She ran as she heard chasing heavy-footsteps in her-rear closing in…

“Janey, you can’t run from the inevitable… you’re my soulmate come to-me… come ‘satisfy’ me…!!!”

She ran and tripped-down by stalagmite rock-undergrowth and fell hard knocking her head…

… her 3rd-eye from her-forehead scar ‘activated’ – into a miner’s head-lamp to give her visibility to her-MIND TO NAVIGATE herself in the dark-cave…

Jane picked herself-up and ran scared…

The caves’ bouncing-echoes of laughter were disorienting her – and she didn’t know how-far of a distance was incubus-Peter behind-her… until…

… she felt her dreadlocks were tugged-hard – and she fell-down screaming…

Lying in the dark, Jane heard echoes of barking dog…

‘… huh… Piper…?’

Then, she ‘heard’ altercation between Peter-and-Piper…

Barks drew louder… blind-Jane felt her dog’s fur…

Piper was standing in front of his-master, Jane to protect her – barking at the incubus saddled-on to an enormous quokka who-himself was cursing in a foreign tongue…

“Run Jane!” Cried the talking-dog…

Piper’s barking grew loud as it went forward to confront the intruder-from-hell…

“Run Jane…!” Piper’s manly-voice spoke and ordered the 2nd time…

But Jane stood the ground-and-stayed – the blind-girl shouted…

“Peter! You’re ‘NOT-GOING to hurt my dog!”

Piper attacked – and the quokka kicked the dog… it fell with yawling-cries of pain…

“PIPER!!!”

“… run, Jane…! I can take care… of my-self…”

She ‘heard’ blood-cuddling growling as Piper transformed into a grey-silverback werewolf – the lycan attacked-and-leapt and dismounted the incubus from the quokka. The wolfman struggled with the demon, when they-rolled on the ground… Piper pinned-Peter…

“Jane, quick run now!”

On the 4th-call, Jane decided to-flee…

The enormous-quokka jumped – it’s hindlegs landed-on the silverback werewolf’s spinal…

The naked-tween ran-back at to the entrance of the cave where she slept… and smelt of smothered burnt charred-bodies and hearing crying-babies that were injured when she-reached. But she was too terrified to help… and ran out-the cave…

… the illuminating-rays of the bright moonlight ‘attacked’ her eyeballs ~ as rainbows-of bright-lights stinged her brain – leading into throbbing migraines…

Jane screamed-in agony – and dropped on her-4s… and puked her-bile out…

… she heard-from her-rear… of the LOUD TERRIFYING-and-painful whining-cries of her dog-Piper…

… Jane assumed Peter might HAVE IMMOLATED her-pet to death… and was now-COMING FOR HER…

Her tearing stinging-eyes were shut as she ran naked in the direction of a nearby mangrove … she was bleeding from the cuts sustained in her numerous falls… running blindly in the-cave just-now… Blind-Jane was in deep-agony – in her eyes-and-mind as she ran disoriented in-fear…

“… Daddy…Daddy…”

… fighting into the-branches of the wilderness… skurried with both of her hands forward…

‘… where am I going…?’

“Come… let me help you, Jane – follow my voice…”

She ‘heard’ a baby-boy’s voice in her head – that was certainly ‘not’ SIMY’s…

‘… who are you…?’

“I’m Kerubiel… I’m a servant of the All-Mother Venus… TRUST-ME, Jane… I’ll get you out of danger…’

… Jane ‘followed’ the voice… as she-escaped the terrifying mayhem…

-O-

The incubus immerged from the cave – riding the albino quokka that-was hurt-and-injured with arrow-heads and bites-and-scratches wounds of the werewolf…

… the demon was satisfied that the wolfman was ‘killed’ like the Kazakh-wolf where it last fought and burnt-it-alive… but-did ‘not’ wait to-see-it die…

… as his soulmate-prize was on-the-loose – did ‘not’ want her TO ESCAPE like she ‘did’ as the #666th Bride-of-Asmodeus…

It looked up at the night-skies and chuckled… to see hundreds of the surviving cherubs of-the other-2 caves… were wailing-moanfully aloud… and flying disoriented above the lake…

“Go-you cry-babies… cry-to your-mummy, HaHaHa – now ‘who’s’ the Boss in your-bloody Paradise…? Me!!!”

The incubus’ nostril caught a ‘familiar’ scent… it looked-down from-its ride and saw a blood-trail leading to the mangrove…

… the smell ‘excited’ it – that it was the same blood-type of menses of the virgin-soulmate…

… it grinned-wide and galloped into the mangrove…

“Jayneeey… I’m coming to ‘eat’ you…”

-O-

The going through the thorny-overgrowth of the mangrove was hurting blind-Jane alot with more cuts-and-burns… in addition to her-bleeding knees – the confused tween was blindly following direction-instruction from the ‘voice in her-head…

… she panted-and stopped – so did the voice in-her-head was ‘gone’…

‘… huh… where are you… ‘voice,’ where are you…!!?”

The lonely blind-girl in the middle-of the-overgrowth, panicked and shouted-aloud…

“WHERE ARE YOU!!!”

She tried to open her-smarting eyes… it still hurts-bad with rainbow-spectrums ‘attacking’ her dormant 3rd-eye … Jane squatted-down and cried helpless in abandonment…

“… Daddy…Daddy…”

Then she heard voices – ‘not’ from the head… but from the bushes…

“… Jane-come… Kerubiel call…” Called 3 cupids in their baby-voices…

Kerubiel had sent his-assistants to bring the girl to him… the 3-cherubs were the pioneer since the Abrahamic-Creator MADE THE Garden-of-Eden – their names were Senoi, Sansenoy and Semangelof…

… 2-cupids were guiding the naked-Jane by-taking her-by her-hands… while the one known-as Senoi flew over the undergrowth ‘chanting’ prayers in-Hebrew … that made the thorny-branches and vines moved to give Jane a pass-of-way…

… they were heading to the Khabar River – where the old Tree-of-Knowledge was…

-O-

They reached the creek of the river-bank and waited for the ‘slow-moving’ Kerubiel to come-to-them. The 3-cupid in the meantime were cleaning Jane by giving her-a bath and tending to her wounds-and-cuts with organic-paste made of barks-and-root of mother nature…

… Kerubiel was crawling to them in the pace-of-a tortoise…

He was an-obese cherub who was over-100-kilogram in a 3-year-old celestial body… he had the ‘condition’ after-overeating fallen-apples from the Tree-of-Knowledge that gave him an enormous bald-head and barrel-tummy…

… he did ‘not’ age-well – even his face was like of an old-baby…

He had wings like the other cupids but could ‘not’ fly because of his overweight-problem – but he gained-insight ‘after eating the Creator’s apples as… A ‘WATCHER’ – where he ‘grew’ a set of man’s eyes at the back-of-his-head… even 6 more eye-sets of a lion’s, a bull’s and an-eagle’s hidden under his-small wing…

… as Kerubiel even watched over-the-animals of both the land-and-air in the neglected Garden-of-Eden…

He was once the Roman God-of-Cupid before – until Old-gods were forgotten by men…

… to be ‘remembered,’ he left the Roman-realm with his army-of-cupids and crossed to other-worlds where he would be marketed as a-brand… that would ‘not’ be-forgotten by future generation of men…

He was then ‘employed’ in the dawn-of-times by the newbie-Abrahamic-Creator in His start-up-company of religion-creations and landscapes businesses…

His first-job was to guard His-employer’s garden… and the ‘boss’ even gave him a sword and appointed him as a CHIEF-GUARD who were to protect the main-gate of the Garden-of-Eden – where…

… ‘during’ performing his-job…

… he spied upon the Abrahamic-Creators’ Divine Plan…

… Kerubiel witness the creation of the first-man, Adam… and followed by the Abrahamics God’s ‘first’ mistake – by making the wrong-wife for him named Lilith… who was a ‘rebel’ would ‘not’ be-subversive and she ran-away from the garden – then, the Creator made Adam’s 2nd-wife Eve…

… the man-and-woman were ‘employed’ gardeners… for His-neglected gardening-hobby business – and He specifically told them ‘not’ to eat the apples from His-favourite tree…

… but his human-product ‘failed’ the QC-test – when Eve 'ate' the apple…

The Abrahamic-Creator ‘fired’ His-gardeners as thieves – and cursed the-woman into a painful child-birth – and He drove the couple away from paradise… and closed the gate of the Garden-of-Eden…

The Creator then abandoned his landscape-business to focus on his-religion-creation business – and with Kerubiel and his army-of-cherubs were ‘locked’ in the garden ‘like’ prisoners who had to fend-and-protect the grounds from intruders of hell…

… everything was normal for eons… and Kerubiel soon-became complacent in-guard duties but was ‘now’ ambitious… as he eyed on tasting-himself the forbidden apples-of-the Creator…

… and-the more he ate the more ‘addictive’ it became… he had physically-bulked in-size with a swelling big-head of worldly knowledge… that also grew him eyes-at the back of his-head and his-back…

… it was then, the thief-by-night Satan’s general Azrael broke into the garden’s gate… AND STOLE Kerubiel’s sword when he was sleeping on-the-job… the demonic-angel of-Satan later forged the sword into weapons – and taught men the Art-of-War on-earth…

The Creator returned to the Garden-of-Eden shortly…to ‘collect’ his breeding-animal for a project in his religion-creation business. When Kerubiel stood in front of the All-Knowing-All Father for disobedience of eating His-apples just like-the defiance of the Fallen-angels in his-other business of religious-creation…

… and had a change of His-heart to ‘NOT’ PUNISH…

… the Abrahamic-God was forgiving that a servant had ate His-apples… as he no longer-cared-either – as he ‘had’ SOLD-OFF the property to a 3rd-party – and He left the Garden with his collection of breeding-animals known-to mankind…

… Kirubeal-and-the rest of the cherubs were left in a garden with NO-ANIMALS – and they waited until the ‘new’ landlord came…

In their wait… they shuddered at the loud-echoes ‘heard’ of human suffering ‘from’ earth reaching the garden… of the Abrahamic-God performing GENOCIDE ON MANKIND to ‘fix’ His-pesticide problems in-his religion-creation business – with ‘only’ Noah with his family in an ark containment of breeding-animals of the Garden… as the survivors who sailed to safety of the Great-Flood…

When the earth was ‘restored’ in order – one evening the Abrahamic-Creator came… and ‘returned’ the breeding-animals after-the-repopulation of the species on-earth – and, the ‘original’ breeding-animals were let-loose back-again in-the Garden-of-Eden… to the cherubins’ joy-and-delight…

… He then-later conducted a union-meeting with His-servants – and told of His-failed ambitious plans of setting-up His-personal zoo in Heaven after the Great-Flood – but was ‘objected’ by His-wives because some of the species were Haram to touched-and-eaten … which also barked-and-howled… and disturbed the peace Asr-prayers…

… so, He ‘returned’ the pesky-animals to its habitat in the Garden – to ‘avoid’ escalating nagging-wives’ headaches in Heaven…

Kerubiel asked Him for the 2nd-time of ‘when’ was the arrival of the ‘new’ landlord – but to-which it was ‘no’ great-concern of His as it was insignificant to Him ‘when-or-who’ the landlord was to come…

… as He DON’T CARE…

… before He left, reminding the cherubims that the Garden of Eden WAS ‘STILL’ under His-jurisdiction with the accordance of the peace-treaty signed between the Heavens-and-the Underworld of invasions-of-realms’ regions…

… that could ‘evict’ the new-landlord from-the-garden… if clauses-of-the treaty were ‘broken’…

… and, BE-WARNED… that rebellionism was a ‘crime’…

Soon the whole of the Garden rejoiced when the ‘new’ landlord-came – it was the Roman God-of-Beauty, Venus who was the new-owner – who ‘had’ created her-fortune in form of blessings in popularity her-beauty ‘role-model’ of all-women on-earth…

… with in the ‘grace’ of the-fellow Roman-god, Apollo – whom Venus interceded…

Once the nude-goddess stepped into the garden’s-gates, she adopted all-of the cupid-army as HER SONS to pledge their loyalty to-her – just-like she adopted the souls of girls who had-committed suicide as HER-DAUGHTERS in-hades…

… the cupids were-then given-a-day OF ‘HONOUR’ on Earth’s Lovers-Day – to commemorate February-14th with a deceased-saint… to spread love to couples-on-the planet…

Kerubiel WAS THE SON of Venus in the days-of the forgotten Old-Gods… and his father was the ‘messenger-God,’ Mercury…

… who-too left Rome when men ‘had’ forgotten-him… once-when the Abrahamic-Creator had given the-people a choice of 3-religions to-chose from to-believe. Mercury then went-down to the-Underworld to be Asmodeus’ bodyguard – where during his-employment, the Demon-King of ‘lust’ had DESIRED VENUS… and also put a ‘curse’ on his-bodyguard and transformed him into a hideous red-demon – so that his-wife would despise Mercury…

With the reunion with his-parents in the-Garden, Kerubiel moved up-the-ranks… when the last-position he-held was-for as the project-manager of the Abrahamic-God’s distribution of animals during the Great Flood… and, the Head-of-the cherubs…

… was now-in-charge OF ‘INTELLIGENCE’ – as he had developed a vast-knowledge after he ate God’s-apples…

… where the intelligence was to be fed-to Apollo’s cause – ‘who’ together with his parents – as they wanted to ‘create’ a ‘new’ revival for the Old-God’s COMEBACK to humanity… and to be remembered-and-worshiped ‘once-again’ by men-on-earth…

… the followers WHO were taken-away…

… doctrinaire-and-mentally imprisoned by the 3-separate-and conflicting doctrines-of-hate – by the ploys of Abrahamic-Creator’s trio-major religions’ beliefs – that made men kill one-another…

The Old-Gods had planned to ‘hijack’ one-of the Abrahamic RELIGIONS’ CONCEPT – where earth would have a woman as a God… and Venus was Her-name…

… while they ‘had’ devised a ‘new’ Immaculate-Conception’… where a girl-WAS ‘CHOSEN’ to GIVE BIRTH to Apollo’s seed as a daughter…

… who would-be the ‘NEW’ SAVIOUR of mankind in the nearing Dark-times…

Kerubiel was all-for the revolution of the Old-Gods’ resumption-and-resurgence of their-place on-earth… despite the Abrahamic-Creator HAD WARNED of any rebelliousness was ‘not’ tolerated by the Treaty which he had ‘made’ with the Underworld…

But the Old-Gods’ plot was leaked by spies-of the Abrahamic-God in-Heaven… and God was in state of wrath – before the Abrahamic All-Father approached Asmodeus in-secret… to ‘take-care’ of His-problem by ‘eliminating’ the Old-Gods…

… namely Venus-and-Mercury…

… knowing for a-fact that the Demon-King HAD A PRIOR ‘beef’ with his-bodyguard – in regards-to having the Goddess-of-Beauty as his-wife… which-resulted the Red-demon had ‘fled’ the Underworld with Venus…

In-return, THE AILING Demon-King asked that he was to-be rejuvenated on earth through the Chosen-one – and, Asmodeus ‘ASKED’ FOR-the region-of-Perth in-return…

… and the generous-God would-give him the whole-of Western Australia if he ‘succeeded’ in the-assassinations where – Venus WOULD ‘NOT’ to be the-new Goddess of-His-creation, Earth…

With the bounty-on their-heads – it was ‘NOT’ SAFE for Venus-and-Mercury to remain in the Garden-of-Eden… with Asmodeus’ army’s search-and-destroy mission…

… and they left Kerubiel IN-CHARGE of-the-Garden – and both-parents ‘fled’ to-other dimensions-of-the multiverse in the Cube-of-Apollo travelling-portal…

-O-

Blind-Jane was still at the creek… crying in-pain as both her eyes-and-mind which were still ‘hurting’ by the influx-of-piercing colours…

“... po’-Jane... no-cry...”

… said the cupid-Senoi as he tied a blindfold over the blind-tween’s eyes… while the other 2-cherubs were dressing her-up with Mother-Venus’ veils to cover the modest of the tender-age girl… who was rambling in-agony…

“… what is ‘happening’ to me…?... ooo… the-pain – Daddy, my head-and-eyes hurt… and, my-dog is dead…”

The obese-Kerubiel had finally crawled to the riverbank – hearing Jane in pain-and-despair…

“Don’t be anguished, O-Blind-one – the werewolf can take-care of itself cos’ there is a full-moon tonight.”

… Jane was weeping quietly – and was processing ‘WHO’ JUST-SPOKE… it certainly was ‘not’ the 3-cupids who-all spoke like her-baby brother of limited-words – but this 4th-entity was speaking in-full sentences… but in a toddler’s voice…

Her-pain ‘still’ was unbearable…

“… ooo … my-head hurts… why it hurts…? It did ‘not’ hurt before when I ‘came’ here…”

“The pain will pass, my-dear... your 3rd-eye had been ‘upgraded’ by the grace-and-blessings of Mother Venus... it’s like performing that your-mummy who ‘did’ her-cataract eye surgery... the ‘pain’ would-soon go away... be patient, my-prayers are with-you.”

“… huh… my-mummy did ‘not’ go for any eye-surgery…”

“Soon she-will…”

“Who ‘are’ you… you ‘spoke’ in my-head just-now…”

… through her blindfold – she perceived 4-lights illuminations… the ‘one’ she was speaking-to, shone the brightest…

“I’m Kerubiel – you may ‘not’ know me, Blind-one… but you ‘know’ both my-parents – Mother-Venus and Father-Mercury… I heard my-Father saying that he ‘fought’ along-side with you in defeating the fire-demon Ammit…”

“Where is Mercury…? Perth is in ‘danger’ – there is zombie-virus outbreak…”

“… I don’t know where he-is… he is ‘somewhere’ out there… away from Asmodeus’ army…”

“… where is Venus…? Peter has been ‘disturbing-me’ in my-sleep… please let-her to-make it stop…” Cried Jane…

“I’m sorry… my mother is ‘not’ here either – Mercury ‘had’ taken-her away from-danger… and they ‘put’ me in-charge… such-great responsibility… as I can’t fight-enemies and-protect everyone with ‘only’ the power-of-love and-prayers that I ‘have-and-give’… I can only helplessly ‘watch’ the danger happening here day-by-day…”

“Peter… he just-now burnt lots-of cupids in the cave… and ‘killed’ my dog-too… my-poor dog is dead…” Jane sobbed…

“… yes, it is ‘written’ in the Book-of-Destiny that 666-cherubs would die to ‘save’ the life-of the-virgin Blind-one – some wild-animals too… the demon, Iskur-the-incubus who ‘possessed’ Peter killed them too ‘earlier’ in the Garden – if the last-of-the same-animal die on-earth… then the ‘poor-species’ would-be extinct-too…”

In a state of misery-and-hopelessness, Jane wept louder…

“… Kerubiel, what ‘should’ I-do…? Peter is hunting’ me in my nightmares… night-by-night… and I’m losing my-sanity… I can’t ‘hide’ from-him, forever…”

“It’s your ‘curse,’ O’ Blind-one… you have ‘BEEN’ DESTINED’ in the Book-of-Life’ – to be a SOULMATE-FOR-2.”

“WHAT!!?”

“It is ‘written’ that YOU’LL BE the-Soulmate to ‘both’ – the ‘Good-one’ and the ‘Chosen-one’ of Asmodeus.”

“Your book is wrong! I ‘ONLY’ LOVE Paul – and I do ‘NOT’ LOVE PETER!!!”

“What is-written, is-written… you CAN’T ESCAPE your-curse… unless YOU ‘FORGET’ them-both…”

“WHAT!!?”

“Yes-Jane Wilson… FORGET PETER-AND-PAUL – Mother-Venus has ‘great’ plans for you to ‘serve’ humanity in the-New World…”

“NO! TELL YOUR-MOTHER TO ‘NOT’ TO INTERFERE in my personal-and-love life – it’s MY’ CHOICE to whom I fall in-love with – and-right-now I LOVE PAUL… and that’s final!!!”

Before Kerubiel could reason with-her – they ‘heard-something’ approaching-sounds coming from the bushes… before a werewolf jumped at them with battle-scars that were rejuvenating under the bright full-moonlight…

… it leapt in-between of the cherubs-and-Jane… and howled… to warn to stay-away from the girl – and, it instantly-transformed into the barking-Piper…

… scaring the 3-cherub to fly-away… leaving the obese-Kerubiel behind who froze in-fright when they saw the wolf-hybreed…

“…Piper…? Is that you…?”

The barking-dog charged at the shrieking stationary-Kerubiel who put his chubby-arms up against his face… before falling humpty-dumpty on his back… Piper put its-paws on Kerubiel’s stout-cheat… and growled at his-face…

“Jane… is he ‘bothering’ you…?”

“No… he’s ‘not’…”

… Kerubiel changed the subject by-saying…

“… see-I told-you, Jane-Wilson… your-dog did ‘not’ die just-now…”

Jane pulled Piper’s neck-collar… saying…

“Let’s go-home, Piper… because I’m ‘finished’ here with-him…”

Kerubiel saw the Blind-one and her-dog – leaving him alone-at the creek… he shouted-out…

“…you can’t ‘escape’ the fate of your-curse, Blind-one … it is ‘destined’ you will forget ‘both’ of your-soulmates… because you-are Mother Venus’ chosen-one…”

-O-

It was windy at the main-gate of the Garden-of-Eden, when the veiled-clad Jane was riding on-the-back of Piper as it raced-home… before the-storm…

They were pacing through snowy wasteland tundra – and-the semi-naked Jane shivered in hypothermia as she hung-on tight her furry Siberian-huskie-hybrid dog for-warmth.

The shivering blindfolded-girl hung-on on the running dog’s neck… burying her-face in its fur as she ‘knew’ that Piper can ‘find’ their-way home… until she heard-chasing…

… maniacal-laughter coming at the-rear…

‘… oh-no… Peter ‘has’ found-me…’

Piper ran-faster – but the hopping albino-quokka was closing-in…

“You can run but you ‘can’t’ hide-from me, you Blind-one…!!!”

The incubus stood on the saddle of the moving quokka and… reached-out to grab the veil strapped on the blind-tween’s body…

… Peter pulled-it…

… and the naked-girl was dismounted-from her-dog… and fell-rolling on the sleet-of-snow – the incubus-too leapt below and landed-on his-feet…

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Piper turned-back… only to-collide-hard into the charging enormous-quokka… its hind-leg kicked the dog like a rugby-ball – and the canine boomeranged in mid-air… and fell-rolling injured on the hard-ground…

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The incubus walked-over to the blindfolded fallen-tween – who was dazed and crawling away from the sex-demon… who was about to pounce-and-rape…

“HaHaHa! Where do-you think you’re going, my sweet-Soulmate…? Looks like I’m going to taste your-sweetness in-the-snow, like I always ‘had’ fantasized…”

The injured Jane crawled-away terrified from Peter’s looming voice – as she turned her-head … and through-the-blindfold seeing the menacing red-glow closing-in…

The incubus with an aroused donkey-sized private-part… was about to dive-and-feast…

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The wounded-Piper gathered it-last strength to stand-and-fight – the hulking-quokka was rushing-in to attack… the growling dog-too ran head-on…

… Piper pounced-on Joey-Walker in-mid-air – WHILE TRANSFORMING into the silverback grey-lycan… who clawed and bit the quokka’s left-ears-and-cheek when both the creatures brawled to-the-death…

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The incubus was taking-its-time – to intimidated the blind-tween – before it defiled-her…

“Child! SUBMIT YOURSELF… to-me…!!!”

Naked-Jane stopped crawling-away in-retreat… the blind-tween wearing blindfold turned her-head to the sex-demon and firmly-said…

“NO!!!”

… her-3rd-eye ‘opened’ – from the scar on-her-forehead…

… a bright fiery-golden beam blasted… hitting the incubus – who sprawled on-the-snow in-pain… clutching its groins… spewing curses in its-mother-tongue…

Jane got-up on her knees, hearing cries-of-agony – she then heard ‘another’ voice…

“Jane!”

… the wolfman growled her name – as he came running-on-his 4s – after leaving the half-dead wounded quokka-behind…

The lycan saw the wounded long-tail incubus sprawling-below in the sleet – the werewolf turned to blind-Jane…

“Do I ‘kill’ it…?”

“… no…”

Strong north-pole winds blew in the wasteland tundra, as they looked a-while at the screaming fallen-demon holding the crouch-of his-loincloth… suffering-pain like-it’s from dying a-thousand-death…

The blindfolded Jane then-said…

“…Piper, I want to go-home…”

… the lanky-werewolf dropped on-its-4s and – and morphed into a half-breed Siberian-huskie… and before the blind-tween got-on the dog’s-back, Jane took a ‘final-look’ at the red-glow – and warned…

“PETER! You don’t ever ‘DISTURB-ME’ again in my-sleep – STAY-AWAY from-me… or I’ll ‘give’ you MORE-PAIN!!!”

The naked-girl sat on the dog and rode-off towards the first-ray of dawn on the horizon… riding far-away from the nocturnal Dreamworld…

… leaving the ‘injured-and-defeated’ Peter alone-behind…