AFTER A DAY OF HAVING THE 5-YEARS-DEED of the house-of-Walker in his name, Peter had his ‘own’ agenda-and thought-plans to buy the house for himself – through the sales of his-Golden-blood ‘cure’ to the billionaire-Crowleys of the UK – where the ‘other-twin,’ Lord Amadeus Crowley was currently-dying from leukaemia…

… but his ‘ambitious’ proposals WERE DENIED by his girlfriend-Bella… when he ‘had’ asked her to influence her-uncle, Topheth Jared Wilford to make an ‘introduction’ to the deal with the Crowley estate…

Bella said ‘no’ because she felt insecured of the ‘presence’ of the grand-niece, Jezebel-Crowley – where Peter had previously bragged in his state-of-drunkardness that he was a ‘time-traveller’ who went-on dating Jezebel in PERTHLAND – who ‘had’ then offered Peter an opportunity to migrate to England to be a ‘blood-bag’ of the-Lord-Stamford…

… she ‘feared’ that Jezebel WOULD SEDUCE her-boyfriend with her enormous wealth and he would leave-her in-Perth and go to be-with his-ex in the-UK…

Peter-and-Bella had a HEATED-ARGUMENT on the phone that Saturday-evening…

-O-

That night, Peter went to bed with full of hated-and-spite THAT HIS PLANS of getting rid of his-mother, twin-and-dingo from the House-of-Walker did ‘NOT’ HAPPEN because of Bella’s selfish-and-jealousy stance to his ‘perfect’ masterplan…

Iskur-the-incubus came-into his dreams – and the DEMON ‘TOO’ discouraged the teenager ‘not’ to proceed in ‘helping’ the Crowleys – who practiced the Blackmagic of Asmodeus…

… the incubus was the Son-of-Baal, an illegitimate-son of Beelzebub, the God-of-Ekron… who-was the ‘other’ 7-Princes-of-Hell – where the Lord of-the-Flies had many-sons from many ‘lustful’ she-demons of hades… and Iskur was one of his offspring from the succubus, Ornius…

Iskur fell-off ‘favour’ from the sons-of-Beelzebub’s lineage when his-mother, Ornius had BETRAYED – BY CONSPIRING with the prophet-Solomon… where she had used the ‘borrowed’ Ring-of-Solomon to capture the Lord-of-Flies to be put on-trial at the courts of the-prophet…

… Ornius’ deceive-too led the capture THE HEIR-and-favourite son-of-Beelzebub, Abezethibod, who was the demon-of-Ephippas – where the Arabian-wind-demon was CAPTURED… AND ALONG with other 2 demons, were put to slavery by lifting-heavy columns in building the Temple-of-Solomon…

Iskur wanted to mend-the-broken ties with His-father, Beelzebub by OFFERING PETER, the ‘Chosen’ vessel of Asmodeus’ rejuvenation… so that he would be restored HIS PLACE in the prince-of-Hell’s GENERAL-SONS…

… during the endgames-of-the ‘evil-vs-good’ world-war TO COME…

-O-

The incubus and the teenager were at the peak of Mount Meharry, the highest mountain in Western Australia – and, they both were arguing…

“What you mean I CAN’T SELL my-blood…!!! I don’t give a-shit about your 7-princes squabble in-hell, like I already have ‘mine’ with my-own quad-twin at-home – it’s ‘my’ blood and ‘my’ freewill – and, I’M SELLING-IT!!!”

“No, you will ‘not,’ fool – I’ll KILL YOU, boy… just like the weakling-boys like you who succumb to Covid-19 in the ‘OTHER’ PERTH-realm!!!”

Peter was confused…

“… huh… what’s Covid-19…?”

“In another-Perth, ‘we’ have unleashed a deadly biological flu-virus that ‘annihilated’ millions over-there that THEY ‘DROP’ DEAD like-mere flies!”

The teen laughed-and-mocked with a-comeback…

“Mediocre! Hahaha… don’t they sell over-the-counter NyQuil over there’ for your mere-flu…? How about Vicks-VapoRub…? I’ve been using that since I was in the cradle and that works for me… Hah! Those boys there are indeed weaklings conceived by weak sperms – while-me, my DNA is much superior to die from a common-cold…”

“ENOUGH! You’re ‘not’ selling your blood TO THOSE Asmodeus-followers, that’s final!!!”

“… make-me, B****!!!”

The annoyed-Peter was in attack-mode…

… he had ‘killed’ wild-deadly animals ‘recently’ in the Garden-of-Eden with his ‘weapons’ that he had ‘transformed’ his robotic-ARM INTO WEAPONS – now, he had to thrash-and-crush a ‘mere’ incubus…

His black metal-arm morphed into a chained spiked-mace where he killed an African elephant with – while…

Iskur was in defence-mode…

Peter grimaced as he could ‘not’ swing the heavy-metal ball off the-ground to strike the incubus… where the teen did ‘not’ have the strength to-do-so – so, he changed his-weapon to be a long-lance…

… that did ‘NOT’ WORK either…

… the incubus laughed maniacally as it approached the mortal-boy…

“Hahaha… do YOU THINK YOU can ‘kill’ me, you-meagre-fool…? Your strength comes from-me ‘possessing’ you – you ‘NEED’ ME,’ hahaha!!!”

The long-tailed demon choked Peter – and lifted him off the ground…

“You’re no-longer the vessel-of-Asmodeus… YOUR ‘SOUL’ belongs to Baal-Beelzebub… now you have TO ‘PROVE’ your worthiness where you have TO ‘KILL’…”

The incubus ‘ripped’ the black-metal arm attached from the teen’s shoulder – and tossed-it over the mountain-cliff…

“…my…arm…urggh…” Peter choked…

The incubus chanted a Canaanite black-spell… and a portal-door opened – it then dragged the asphyxiated teen into it…

-O-

The portal opened in the rugged desert-canyons of Petra, in-southern Jordon – it was a ruined Lost City with the doorway carved on the mountain-side by the Nabatabeans of the Hashemite Kingdom in the 2nd century…

The long-tailed incubus led the fearful one-armed boy into the deserted-ruin that was destroyed partially by a massive earthquake in 363 AD… as they walked towards the carved doorway of the reddish sandstone mountain – Peter somewhat recognized the architecture of the historic place…

… ‘not’ from National-Geography – but the movie ‘Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade’…

“… where is Indy with his-bloody bullwhip ‘when’ I need-him…?” Peter whined…

“SILENCE! Walk – don’t talk!”

… Iskur shoved him to enter the edifice-structure…

In the interior, they-both passed the temple-of-Edom wreckage with broken statues of ancient gods-and-giants… and were soon threading-in labyrinths-passages that led into the underground dungeons …

… the demon took Peter to Tartoros – also-known-as THE PRISON OF SATAN – where the Abrahamic-Creator had chained the Evil-one for a 1000-years after the Great-Flood… but the-devil Prince ‘eventually’ escaped…

In-return, Peter saw a giant black-furred werewolf torturing a chained-prisoner – the boy recognized the captive by his skin-tone…

… it was the one-armed Red-demon, Mercury who was chained to the floor like-a-dog… while Marchosius, the Roman werewolf demon was pommelling Mercury’s face…

Iskur placed his clawed-hand on the frightened one-armed teen’s shoulder…

“Do you ‘RECOGNISE’ him…?”

The hyperventilating-Peter nodded… as the-demon chuckled…

“… of-course, you do, mortal – COME… let’s go and ‘greet’ him…”

… Peter resisted to take his-step forward – but the pain-inflicted from the incubus’ clawed-grip on-him made him-walk…

Mercury was the ‘first’ entity TO POSSESS Peter – the ‘Chosen-one’ of Asmodeus, since he ‘was’ cursed @the Treeton-farm. When the Red-demon DEFECTED AND WENT-ON the run from Asmodeus’ army… the incubus, Iskur was the ‘SUBSTITUTE’ ENTITY that had ‘repossessed’ Peter…

The incubus laughed – looking below at the wounded one-armed Red-demon shackled like a-canine…

“Hahaha… this low-life buffoon of-a-demon had ‘found’ his-religion – and had atoned HIS-GUILT of being a demon, since he-himself was ‘cursed’ to a-demon by Lord-Asmodeus… and ‘now,’ he thinks he’s ‘holy’… and wants to free-YOUR SOUL from Asmodeus’ plans of rejuvenation … and, this fool had ‘been’ hunting-us ever-since then – but the-Great Marchosius had ‘captured’ him ‘after’ we set a trap… and like a rodent he was lured-and-snared for-good… Hahaha!!!”

The battered-Mercury looked-up at the one-armed Peter… saying…

“… SORRY… Peter, I’ve… ‘failed’ you…”

…Peter closed his tearful eyes as he sobbed… as the werewolf-demon continued pommelling clouting blows on Mercury’s tattooed face…

“… hehehe, now-now-now, mortal… DON’T WEEP for him – you’re ONE-OF-US ‘now’…”

Iskur then placed Mercury’s FLAMING-SWORD on the teenager’s only-hand… Peter refused to ‘accept’ it AS HE RESISTED – the incubus submitted the helpless-boy to take-it…

“… hold-it and FEEL-IT… Hahaha…”

Feeling its-heat, Peter’s eyes were wide-open as he LOOKED-INTO the fiery heavy-sword – that ‘reminded’ him of his-Babolat tennis-racquet… his WEAPON-OF-CHOICE which also ‘flamed’ similar, in his quest-in the DREAMWORLD…

“WHAT ARE YOU waiting-for – STRIKE! Lop-off his head for Baal-Beelzebub – and, PROVE YOUR loyalty to us!!!”

“…NO!!!” Screamed the scared-one armed-boy… almost dropping the burning-blade…

“STRIKE-NOW!!!”

“NOOOO!!!” Peter cried-out…

“STRIKE… I Command-you…!!!”

Below, on his-fours…Mercury looked-up over-his-shoulder at the frightened-boy…

“… do it, Peter – it’s…. okay…”

The incubus laughed-out aloud… and placed his FOOT ON the crouching-Mercury’s back… stepping-hard onto the Red-demon’s spine… as Iskur mocked…

“Hahaha… such bravado of SELF-SACRIFICE for the-mortal… but your self-sacrifice WOULD ‘NOT’ go-down in the annals-of your revival-cause of the Old-Gods, THAT YOUR ‘wench-wife’ is championing – because your ‘NEW’ RELIGION IS DOOMED to fail…

“… but for-now, your-Roman ‘head’ WOULD ‘WORTH’ sitting below My-Father’s throne… along-WITH ‘DELIVERY’ the ‘priced-mortal’ of-Asmodeus…and, ‘SOON’ I’M TO-BE ACCEPTED with arms-wide-open by my-estranged Father in HIS-PALACE… for-Him to-accept my priced-offerings…

“… and TO ‘PROVE’ my-worthy ‘loyalty’ to HIM…Hahaha…!!!”

Iskur barked at Peter…

“STRIKE NOW – Kill him!!!”

The hapless-Peter soldier-on to the command… with his-single arm raising the burning-sword up-above…

Suddenly…

… everyone ‘heard’ a gush-of-echoes of heavenly-Buddhist mantra-chants coming-fast…

Lo’ and behold…

…was…

… SEEIN-THE-WATCHER riding on a divine-celestial chariot-cloud – with him was…

… the Catholic RENEGADE ARCHANGEL, St Michael flying in-front… in his full-battle-gear and armed with a lance…

Peter ‘dropped’ the sword – looking at the terrified Iskur who commanded Marchosius…

“ATTACK!!!”

The werewolf ran on its-fours ahead to the approaching big-winged angel – and leapt-up high in-the-air and grabbed flying St Michael… and they both crashed on the-ground…

… wrestling with the lance…

The incubus saw SeeIn was ‘coming’ for him… in its-instinct ‘fight-or-flight’ it fled… but grabbed Peter – THE PRIZED-TROPHY… as it placed the-boy over its-shoulder while it ran-away…

Meanwhile with his self-healing-powers, Mercury rejuvenated from his-torture wounds… and, the revitalised Red-demon grabbed his fallen sword and cut the heavy chains-of his neck-shackle to free himself…

SeeIn was shooting green-fiery bolts from his-palms at the fleeing incubus – who was moving too fast-and-slick to be targeted…

Iskur who carried-Peter on-the-back – was HEADING-OUT to entrance of the Nabatabeans temple with…

… SeeIn in-pursue…

-O-

Mercury ran to aid St Michael who was pinned-down by the hulking-Marchosius… the Red-demon leapt forward and struck his-fiery sword at the Lycan’s shoulder-blade – it roared in-pain and it let-go-off the lance…

… St Michael recovered and joined Mercury – while they both attacked the ‘trapped’ wild-hell-beast – the angel was stabbing while the Red-demon was hacking…

The werewolf’s thick-fur was burning-in-flames – and its roars-of-pain echoed inside-the-temple…

-O-

SeeIn rode the-cloud – and chased the flighting incubus with the-abducted in-betweener… who was escaping-outside of the Lost-City…

… the-incubus was heading to a WARPING PORTAL ‘waiting’ ON TOP of a canyon-ridge…

The Buddhist-monk ‘lost’ the chase – when Iskur-and-Peter ‘vanished’ into the-closing portal-door…

… escaping ‘from’ the-DREAMWORLD, and into the realm-of PERTH-EARTH…

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IN THE SUITE-ROOM 3555, on the Sunday-morning, Jane woke-up. And, the thought of checking-out from the Hilton-hotel that evening CAME TO HER SENSES which made her frown…

… the blind-tween felt the abode-of the Hilton was ‘her’ good-fortress-of-solitude and-safety was coming soon to-an-end… where the place had given her a ‘rewarding’ week of restful-sleep – without ‘nightmares’… especially in the-present ‘new’ Deluxe room…

… without NO ‘MAN’ in her-bathroom-scares…

… whom she thought was Apollo – ‘HUNTING’ HER like the incubus-Peter…

The thoughts of the ‘departure’ from the-hotel made her depressed… to make-her to get-up from her king-sized-bed was soo-difficult…

‘… it’s ‘not’ fair…’ She ‘thought…

And, at the same-time, she was motivating herself – by cajoling positive thoughts…

‘… life is ‘NOT’ FAIR, B-girl – I ‘must’ soldier my-ass on… it’s school-day ‘tomorrow’…’

Jane-then sighed… and GAVE-IN to her-depression…

‘… ugh… I just-one ‘more’ hour… and I’ll be ‘fine’…’

She dreaded going-back to the Wilsons’ residence – where she would now-on have to lead a recluse-life…

… ‘after’ her-parents fought-and-separated – and, she missed her brother the ‘most’…

… but her-deviant ‘bully’ doctor-mother HAD ‘TAKEN’ Jaheem-and-Lola away from her-life – LEAVING HER-and-Anthony behind…

She sighed more…

It was a ‘lucky thing’ that she had turned-off her AI… as she DOESN’T WANT to hear her ‘irritating’ Boyyo’s voice…

… and, it was lauding-too that her-Daddy DIDN’T CALL too – as Anthony gave her her-space…

… and-time to get her-mind and-hormones ‘balanced-right’ in-sync…

Jane ‘began’ sweating in the air-conditioned suite-room…

She was angry the ‘most’ at her-former AI’s ‘betrayal’– where SIMY HAD ‘PLOTTED’ along with Mother-Venus’ masterplan of ‘using’ her AS A VESSEL to their ‘ploy’ of The- Immaculate Conception…

… and, to give ‘birth’ to her-daughter WHO WOULD-BE ‘their-Saviour’ of the-world – ‘during’ the apocalyptic-nuclear devastated-Perth, happening 20-years from-now…

‘… why ‘choose’ me…? I’M ONLY 12… fish y’all-betrayers… I ‘HATE’ YOU…!!!’

… Venus the mother-of all-Virgos had ‘used’ their friendship – TO ‘GAIN’ the ‘trust’ of the Defenders-of-Perth… where in-return had betrayed… BY DECEIVING, by going-behind her-back by choosing to ‘sow’ the seed-of-Apollo INTO HER-WOMB… and to-later ‘reap’ their ‘Coming-Saviour’ OF-THE-WORLD…

The blind-girl shouted-out loud…

“It’s NOT’ HAPPENING! I won’t ‘get’ prego against MY-FREEWILL!”

It was bad-luck all-along, ever-since she ‘arrived’ @POST-TREETON – ‘where’ she was TO-BE the-Soulmate to ‘both’ the Gemini-twin…

… loving Peter as the “Perth’s Famous-couple’ in the OTHER-PERTH… whom she now ‘hate’ her-ex – but she chose his-Twin, Paul in this-current POST-TREETON-realm…

… but ‘now’ she had to ‘FORGET’ BOTH the Gemini-twin… in favour of Venus’ God-Apollo…

The blind-girl shouted-again…

“Fish-you and your-religion, Venus! I won’t ‘LET’ YOUR GOD ‘near’ me… I’m an atheist – leave me-be…”

She broke-down in-tears and wept…

“… leave me-be… with Paul… THE ‘ONE’ I LOVE… and the ‘one’ whom I’M ‘GIVING’ my-virginity-to…”

Her ‘ploy’ of losing her-virginity to break Venus’ masterplan’s cycle had ‘failed’ last-night…

… her ‘biggest’ mistake was THE LOCATION of the Garden-of-Eden that she ‘chose’ – where she initially ‘wanted’ TO SURPRISE her-boyfriend by taking him ‘over’ to the Christian-paradise – and ‘MAKE’ LOVE to him there to lose her girlhood…

… that ‘ploy’ failed… when Venus’ cherubs ‘INTERFERED-AND-PREVENTED’ them to ‘MAKE-LOVE’…

… then came her ‘DOUBLE-CROSSING’ AI in the-Garden – where SIMY told that she was ‘destined’ TO-BE pregnant with her-Saviour-daughter as it ‘HAD’ BEEN WRITTEN to HER-FATE of-life…

She was in-cold sweat…

… thinking of the endgame of Venus’ fruition MASTERPLAN to successfully ‘impregnated’ her with the-seed-of a God…

… and-also, Venus had ‘influences’ to her-life in ‘EVERY’ REALM the blind-tween’ went-to…

Jane sighed inwards… and her-thoughts were muddled…

… SHE ‘NEEDED’ a-drink…

… but she had ‘finished’ her-bottle of wine last-night… that ‘gave’ her the-liquid courage to invite-Paul to Eden – SO-THAT… the 2-virgins ‘would’ have sex over-there…

‘… fish…! NO ‘MORE’ wine…’

Jane ‘remembered’ there were mini-wine bottles in the suite’s mini-bar…

… but she dared ‘not’ take it – where Anthony would ‘know’ of the wine consumption-later… when he ‘checked’ the hotel-receipts…

… leaving her ‘not’ much of a choice TO-COPE with her-depression…

… but to pull-over her-covers – and, to SLEEP-IT-OFF on her King-sized bed…

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THAT SUNDAY MORNING, Paul’s biological-clock woke him-up 5-minutes before the-alarm… he levitated and dumped his soiled adult-diapers into the trash-bin and dressed-up… and wheelchaired to the-bathroom…

… he noticed a lit candle at the altar beside the dining-area… where occasionally Caroline lit-up a candle ‘when-ever’ she prayed…

… the son of the inspector-mother was curious… as he-rolled to the altar…

… because there was the Catholic-calendar where… Caroline marked ‘reminder-dates’ of occasions… mainly obituaries of her side-of her-family in Sydney – that of her-parents and elder-brother – WITH ONLY her surviving-sister, Mary back-there…

… before Caroline-herself – moved TO-PERTH… and married Solomon…

Paul did ‘not’ find any markings – and was puzzled on ‘why’ his mother had-lit the candle… then he read fine-prints of the calendar that marked the Catholic-feast celebrations of-the-day – which was in ‘red’ as it was a Sunday…

‘~~ The Feast of St Peter-and-Paul ~~’

‘… ooo… Mom ‘had’ prayed FOR-US…’

… their parents have named the Gemini-twins AFTER THE NAMES of the martyrs of the Roman-Catholic church who died-for-Christ…

… but there was no-bromance between the-2 in the Bible-too… where one went to upheld the Law-of-Moses – and the other was a recruiter of Gentile-followers…

But they-both ‘suffered’ the same FATE-OF-DEMISE…

… where St Peter was ‘crucified’ upside-down, while St Paul was ‘beheaded’ – both by the ‘same’ evil Roman Emperor-Nero…

After ‘not’ attending the St Michael’s church’s Masses FOR 3-MONTHS – due to ‘safety-reasons of the ongoing zombie-epidemic – Paul had ‘lost’ touch of his own-PRAYER HABITS that he neglected on many-occasions…mainly…

… with his-mind’s escapism to videogames-and-Netflix that were the root-cause-of-it…

… so, he decided TO PRAY ON ‘his’ feast-day that morning…

At the candle-lit altar, Peter did the sign-of-the-Cross and began to-pray…

… but the sprinkled ‘CURSED’ BLACKMAGIC DUST-of the late-night ‘visitors’ who bewitched in the House-of -Walker during the birthday-party… ‘HAD’ PREVENTED Paul’s prayers – with-vivid ‘lustful’ thoughts of Jane…

… of THEM-BOTH passionately kissing-and-making-out in the Garden-of-Eden…

Paul gave-up saying his-prayers – when he was ‘aroused’ by those ‘bad’ thoughts…

… turning around AS HE-QUIT, and he sighed…

‘… when is this ‘zombie-epidemic’ be-over…? I seriously ‘NEED’ TO-GO for my-church Confessions…’

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THAT EVENING, THE WILSONS checked-out from the Hilton hotel…

… before they-both head-home – the father ‘treated’ his-daughter with a fine-dining dinner in the hotel’s ‘fancy’ restaurant…

… on their-way, they stopped-over at the animal-hospital to pick-up Piper…

Jane sat at backseat of the-Mercedes with her sedated-dog who was unconscious… bound-up with a shoulder-bandage from recovering from the last-week’s baboon-attack…

…the blind-tween was saddened by the POOR-SIGHT of her dog… who had ‘gone’ through a-lot since she was ‘cursed’ @the Treeton-farm – where Piper consequently ‘was’ a-victim for his-heroic-valour in ‘protecting’ the Wilson-family…

… where he had ‘been’ once-bitten by Popobawa on the OTHER-PERTH…

… ‘now’ stabbed in POST-TREETON…

… Piper-the-Wonder dog ‘had’ saved her-too – ‘several’ times in the DREAMWORLD… and, most-recently in-the incubus’ rape-attempt @the Garden-of-Eden…

With the dog’s head placed on her-thigh… Jane stroked her hand gently on to Piper’s head in loving-appreciation for ‘HIM’ TO-BE part of her-life as her-protector…

… unknown to the blind-tween, the partially-insentient DOG ‘RECIPROCATED’ the mutual-understanding by its slight-tremoring tail-wags…

-O-

When they arrived home… her-Daddy carried the sedated-dog to the backyard – and placed it in-the-cage and refilled the empty water-dish…

“… darl, do you want to come-in…?” Anthony asked…

“… in a-moment, Daddy – I want to ‘be’ with Piper…” Jane replied…

“Okay… don’t be long…” The father went in the back-door…

Alone at-the-backyard, Jane was talking to her sleeping-dog, stroking his-head…

“…Piper, you’re a ‘good-and-brave’ dog, and I love you a-lot… since I was 6… back-when ‘we’ both went to the Victoria-Institute School-for-the-Blind…”

Then HER 3RD-EYE ‘opened’ at-an-instant – ‘when’ it ‘sensed’ a-presence nearby at the-gazebo…

Blind-Jane ‘saw’ A BRIGHT-WHITE light – and ‘heard’ melodic-chorus chants…

… it was a tall-white figure… just like ‘what’ she saw ‘previously’ in the OTHER-PERTH during the Aurora-Australis above the-zoo… during the ‘night’ when Jaheem’s kidnapped – ‘where’ she later ‘deciphered’ the event though her abstract-art…

A voice spoke to-her…

“Greeting O’ Blind-one – do ‘not’ be-afraid…”

… it was the ‘same’ deep-male voice from her Hilton-suite…

Jane stood in a-self-defence-mode…

“Who ARE ‘YOU’…? Are YOU APOLLO…!!?” Jane shouted…

… the-entity stretched his-Big-wings wide-open… replying…

“No… I’m Gabriel – the servant-messenger of the Lord-God of the Abrahamics…”

Jane ‘knew’ what the term Abrahamics ‘meant’ – and, she walked-over to the bright-light… and questioned…

“… tell-me… did your-GOD ‘RAPE’ the Virgin-Mary…!?”

“No, the Immaculate-Conception of The-Lord-Jesus was THROUGH ‘EATING’ the Apple-of-God…

“… and, I had-personally ‘DELIVERED’ THE-FRUIT from the-Garden-of-Eden that centuries-ago…

“… and in Bethlehem… the-virgin ‘ATE’ THE APPLE – and was with ‘child’…”

The blind-girl stood jammed-and-speechless…

… because she ‘too’ had ‘eaten’ THE APPLE from the Garden-of-Eden – ‘offered’ by Paul…

Gabriel ‘read’ her-mind – and responded…

“… yes, O’ Blind-one, you’ve eaten a ‘BAD-APPLE’ last-night – the one ‘poisoned’ by the deceiving Roman-Goddess, Venus… who had ‘defied’ the Abrahamic-Creator with her-abomination ‘plans’ to create an-All Women-Trinity…”

Jane facepalmed and muttered…

“… oh-fish… Kerubiel HAD ‘TRICKED’ Paul…”

“Yes, it was a supported-ploy by ‘her’ followers – who had ‘tricked’ you to eat-the-apple – so-to ‘BEAR’ THE CHILD of the ‘Jahiliya’ old-God, Apollo…”

The ‘victim’ cried-out to the Archangel…

“… what do I HAVE TO DO, Gabriel…? How do I ‘PREVENT’ THIS…? I don’t want to be ‘pregnant’ by THIS-GOD WHOM-I don’t even-know…?

“Yes, O’ Blind-one – you ‘must’ abort ‘from’ this malevolent-ploy in-nature that is blasphemous-and-unholy! You ‘must’ abort this child that is ‘GROWING’ INSIDE you at-once…”

Jane ‘was’ shocked…

“WHAT!!? Am I pregnant…!??”

“Yes, you ‘are’ with-child…”

“OH-NO! Mummy will ‘kill’ me…!” The frightened girl-cried…

“Yes, you ‘must’ kill the child GROWING INSIDE your-womb! There SHOULD ‘NOT’ BE a 2ND SAVIOUR of-the-world!”

… Jane heard ‘another’ artificial-voice from her-rear, ‘who’ PROTESTED…

“What are you ‘saying,’ you-Angel of-The God-who Doesn’t-Care No-more… this Saviour2.0 is THE ‘ONE’ – WHO will redeem the-world of its-sufferings!!!”

“… huh… SIMY…!? You’re ‘here’ too…” The blind-girl was baffled…

The Abrahamic-angel cried-out…

“BLASPHEMY! Shut-up, you-machine – Go short-circuit yourself… YOU’RE ‘NOT’ EVEN a mortal TO ‘DECIDE’ MATTERS of the utmost Divine-of-nature!!!”

“Who ‘are’ you calling-names, you-bully…!!?”

Gabriel shouted-again…

“You-machine, you’re ‘just’ A MINION OF the Venus-the-Deceiver! You don’t ‘know’ the ramification of YOU-ALL ‘TRICKING’ this-girl with this ‘unholy’ child – ‘who’ would disrupt the BALANCE OF THE Creator’s Divine-plans!!!”

SIMY made a-comeback…

“OH-YEAH… it is you-Abrahamics who are-unholy! This Saviour-daughter would-be THE ‘ONE’ WHO saves-humanity from the holocaust to-come!!!”

The atheist-Jane ‘too’ joined their shouting-match…

“STOP-IT, the 2-of-you! Fish-you-both! Why are you-all ‘ARGUING AT MY-BACKYARD with your religious bullshit-crap…? IT’S MY-BODY… I WANT NO-PART of this, you hear-me!!?”

-O-

Anthony who was in the living-room… ‘heard’ his-daughter’s shouting voice at the backyard – the father rushed to her…

… finding the blind-girl alone-in the dark, under the-gazebo… arguing ‘alone’…

“Jane! What happened-there…? Are you ok…?”

The blind-girl ‘heard’ her FATHER’S VOICE – ‘not’ either both the AI-and-the-archangel who-seem-to ‘have’ vanished… she was-then puzzled…

“Who ‘were’ you talking-to…?”

“… err… to ‘no-one,’ Daddy – I was chasing the neighbour’s cat-away…” She lied…

“It’s getting late, darl – please come-in now…”

“Okay, Daddy…”

Jane obediently stepped-into the house… while Anthony locked the-backdoor…

-O-

In the living room, Jane sat with her-father… who was listening to Hawaiian-music while finishing his-scotch. Then Anthony wanted to retire for-the-day…

“… Jane, it’s school-day tomorrow – go upstairs and-sleep…”

“… in a moment, Daddy – you go-on first…”

“Okay, don’t stay-up late – I’ll bring your-bag upstairs… and put it in your-room…”

“… thanks-Daddy… I love-you, good-night…”

The blind-girl meticulously ‘heard’ every-sound made by her-father ‘when’ he was upstairs – until Anthony closed his master-bedroom door…

The ‘reason’ she stayed-behind was – so-that she can ‘STEAL’ A BOTTLE-of-wine from the pantry like she ‘always’ did…

She got-up from the couch… and navigated-herself to the pantry… the smell of bleach was strong as it hit her-nostrils – that reminded of the after-clean-up of the bloodied-Baboon…

… she ‘paused’ a-moment before opening the-pantry-door…

‘… please no Daddy-longlegs – I ‘hate’ spiders…’

In the dark claustrophobic-space, Jane felt the items by-touching around… until she made-contact with the stack-of cardboard-cases… and opened the top-box cover…

‘… hope-for-red – hope-for-red…’

She pulled-out a bottle… and wrapped-it with a sheet-of old-newspaper…

… when she came-out from the pantry – only to realise that her-father had-took her-duffle-bag upstairs…

… ‘not’ wanting to ‘get’ caught-red-handed – she lifted her-dress – and slipped the bottle in her panty… before coming-upstairs…

-O-

Behind her locked-bedroom door, the blind-tween sat at her study-desk, and drank wine from her-bottle – she recalled the encounter with the Abrahamic-Creator’s messenger just-now… and HAD ‘MANY’ unanswered-questions…

… so, she called her boyfriend…

“…Pauly, who’s Gabriel…? He… he’s got wings like your-St Michael…?”

“… huh… you ‘met’ the Archangel St Gabriel…? Did he ‘come’ in your-dreams…?”

“He was the ‘one’ who scared-me in Hilton… and just-now he ‘appeared’ in my-backyard… now, ‘who’ is he…? I want TO CROSSCHECK with you – cos’ you ‘read’ the bible…”

“… err… I hardly know about Gabriel… but he’s mentioned a-lot in the Old-Testament ‘not’ in the New-Testament… but, he ‘did’ deliver the ‘message’ to Mother-Mary that she’ll give birth to the Son-of-God, Jesus…”

“… yea, that ‘part’ too – he ‘told’ he delivered AN APPLE to the Virgin-Mary… and she ate and ‘got’ pregnant by-it…”

“… huh… What…? AN APPLE…!?”

“That’s what he ‘said’ – AN-APPLE from the Garden-of-Eden… and, he gave-it to her … and she gave-birth to Jesus…”

“…ooo-I-see… I ‘never’ would-have thought like-that… AN APPLE from the-garden…

“…oh-shit…!!!” Paul exclaimed in-the-middle of his-sentence…

“Yes-shit…! When-Kerubiel ‘gave’ you AN-APPLE – ‘what’ did he-say…?”

“… err, he ‘said’… he said you’ll ‘get’ the-Knowledge of ‘how-to’ DEFEAT PETER ‘who’ was disturbing you as an-incubus…”

“That ‘WAS’ A LIE! I ‘hate’ liars – do you know ‘WHOM’ I HATE most-now…? It’s that B****-Venus!!! She’s the ‘One’ behind this-deceit… always there-and ‘interfering’ with my love-life – first, it ‘was’ Peter… and ‘now’ you…”

Jane broke-down and wept…

“… it was my-fault ‘too,’ Pauly – I’ve ‘not’ been totally-honest ‘with’ you… I did ‘not’ tell-you that I ‘had’ a previous encounter ‘with’ Venus in-my-dreams… so-sorry, dear…”

“… what exactly happened…?” Her boyfriend-asked…

Paul was quiet as his-girlfriend ‘confessed’ HER DREAM:

where Venus told Jane to ‘forget’ her Soulmates – Paul-and-Peter… forever then Venus mentioned of her-new All-Women-Trinity religion – where Jane was the ‘Chosen-virgin’ to fulfil the Immaculate-Conception-role ‘recreation’ where the Seed-of-Apollo would the Saviour-Daughter – who would ‘save’ mankind

Paul saw her taking a swig-of wine-from-the bottle… before-saying…

“… it was a ‘mistake’ to take your there to-the-Garden… I thought going-there last-night… I can ‘BREAK’ THE CURSE of the-Chosen-virgin ‘when’ we MADE-LOVE THERE… but the twofaced ‘cupids’ who work for Venus ‘disrupted’ that…

Paul ‘too’ felt ‘guilty’ as he said…

“… but-Jane… it’s partially my ‘fault’ too – I ‘HAD FORCED’ you to eat the-apple…”

“No, dear… I DON’T ‘BLAME’ you – but I blame it all on that treacherous Venus…”

“… but-but… you ‘threw’ the-fruit away – and I foolishly picked-it up… and ‘made’ you eat it… I’m so-sorry, Jane…” Paul too-choked in-tears…

“… Paul, I ate it cos’ I LOVE-YOU… as I’ll do ‘anything’ for you, as you’re my ‘only’ beacon in my-blind-life’s existence… I CAN’T ‘LOSE’ you…” Jane sniffled as she-sobbed…

They both were quiet for a moment reminiscing THEIR ‘BAD-LUCK’ relationship in POST-TREETON realm – before Paul asked-her…

“… Jane, are you… ‘now’ pregnant…?”

She nodded in-tears…

“… yes – with Apollo’s daughter…”

It made the ire-Paul rant-senseless…

“Who is this-asshole Apollo…!? Me-I hardly ‘know’ my ‘OWN’ BIBLE… and let alone this ‘bloody’ Roman-myth old-Gods – I can Google it though… but-but… you’re gonna have his-child ‘soon’…

“… shit-shit-shit! Why ‘DID’ I TRUST that bloody Humpty-Dumpty fat-cupid LAST-NIGHT – he ‘bloody-tricked me… that F***er!!!”

… Jane ‘pacified’ her-boyfriend…

“Pauly, please don’t blame yourself – you don’t ‘know’ of their trickery and you ‘fell’ for it… as a good-Christian boy – I don’t blame-you…”

They were-back quiet… wiping their-tears off…

Paul’s mind was assessing the ‘situation’ after his-girlfriend’s ‘confession’ – where Venus’ Apollo’s ‘seed’ that grew inside his-girlfriend’s womb… ‘who’ would-be the Saviour-Daughter who would ‘safe’ Perth-earth from the nuclear-wars to come…

‘… would she ‘agree’…?’

… from ‘that’ thought – gingerly he-asked…

‘… so, you ‘have’ his-daughter – what ‘now’…?”

Jane sighed deep… and-rambled…

“… I… I don’t ‘know’ WHAT TO-DO – all, I know is that I won’t be-having my next-menstrual periods… and later… I’m in ‘trouble’ of being-pregnant…

“… and-and, my Mummy will ‘find-out’ and I’m screwed…”

Paul-then asked…

“… so, you’re ‘NOT’ HAVING this daughter…?”

Jane was-back quiet a-moment… as she was perspiration a lot from the wine-consumption and her complexion was rubicund… Paul saw her sigh before replying…

“… I don’t WANT IT – I’m ‘only’ 12 – I’m TOO ‘YOUNG’ to be-a-mother… ‘being’ blind-and-all… help-me, Paul…

“… help-me ‘before’ my mother ‘FINDS’ OUT – I can Google it-too, dear…

“… but I don’t ‘want’ Boyyo TO ‘KNOW’ about-it…

“… Pauly, can you find-out ‘ways’ that I can GET ‘RID’ of pregnancy without abortion…?”

Paul was stunned by-her ‘request’ – being ‘only’ 13-himself… what ‘does’ he know of ‘ways’ to get ‘rid’ of pregnancy…

… but he was ‘aware’… from a sex-education video that he’d watched – that A ‘SOLUTION’ of medical abortion-pills DO-EXIST…

‘… oh-shit… I’m a Catholic…

‘… but it’s Jane’s body – I must ‘respect’ that-too…’

… caught between his-Catholic ‘guilt’ – and the ‘blame’ of HIS-MISTAKE… Paul ‘agreed’ to help…

“Yes-Jane… I’LL ‘HELP’ YOU – we ‘can’ purchase medical abortion-pills online…”

The blind-tween sighed in-relief…

“… thank you, Paul – no-matter the-pills WORK OR ‘NOT’… I don’t blame you, okay…? Cos’ I love-you…”

“I love you ‘too,’ Jane – it’s getting late… it’s SCHOOL-TOMORROW – sleep-well and don’t worry about-it… we’ll both get through ‘this’ together… good night…”

“… good-night, Pauly… I love you…”

They ended their call – his iPhone screen went-to-black – Paul was in his help-mode… as he Googled for info on the abortion-pill…

There were 2 names – the RU-486 and the Misoprostol…

Paul then read-on the ‘side-effects’ of one’s health if they were to attempt self-abortion…

… the crippled boy cringed, as he read…

… chills, headaches, nausea, fever (over 38-degrees), heavy-blood discharge, diarrhoea…

‘… shit… this is ‘bad’… I’ve to discuss with Jane in-school tomorrow… before I order…’

… he ‘wanted’ TO HELP HIS-GIRLFRIEND – even ‘putting’ his Defenders-of-Perth’s cause in the backburner to be 2nd…

… and, dedicating his first priority-which was to HIS-SOULMATE…

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BLIND-JANE WENT TO SLEEP that night with ‘troubled’ thoughts – and she woke-up a couple of-hours later ‘thinking’ of Paul…

‘… oh-my-dog… he’s ‘going’ there…!?’

She remembered Paul ‘did’ a solo-run ‘mission’ in the OTHER-PERTH – when he went ‘rogue’ to find a homeless-man, Jimbo… TO ‘INTERROGATE’ HIM for attacking his-girlfriend, Alicia – ‘when’ she ended-up in a DEEP-COMA, SUSTAINED by serious head-injuries…

… although Jane was the stronger-one in the Defender-Perth ‘duo’ with her superpowers – but her-counterpart, Paul had a ‘killer’ instinct where she lacked because she ‘was’ meek…

… she was ‘forgiving’ vs… Paul was ‘vengeful’…

… Peter’s DNA of streaks-of-vengeance ran in his-twin’s – WHO ‘SHARED’ the same psychotic-genes…

In the OTHER-PERTH, she went to the psychic-hospital as StarGirl to ‘STOP’ PAUL – who might ‘harm’ Jimbo as the Blue-Gemini… where on the building rooftop of the hospital, she separated the deranged-Jimbo from the-retribution ‘seeker’ Paul…

… the event turned-from bad-to-worst – where Jimbo ‘killed’ himself from jumping-off the roof… and in the aftermath – Paul ‘felt’ no-remorse – as his-retaliation ‘had’ ‘brought’ JUSTICE FOR the comatose-Alicia…

‘… I ‘MUST’ STOP him – ‘before’ he does anything foolish… or… PROTECT-HIM from-being ‘attacked’ by other Dark-entities…’

The blind-tween’s 3rd-eye ‘open’ – her diamond-shaped scar ‘glowed’ amber… as the soul-of-StarGirl ‘detached’ and… separated from her ‘host-body’…

… the luminous sentient-AURA ROSE to the ceiling… and looked-below at the sleeping-girl on her Queen sized-bed…

… before escaping outside the Wilson-residence… to channel-through the umbilical-cord of the universe…

… to go-to the OTHERSIDE…

… to the realm of the Garden-of-Eden…

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THE BLUE-GEMINI STEPPED-OUT off the portal as his-eyes glowered at the gate-of Paradise. He moved forward to get into the compound of the Garden-of-Eden… as he wanted to ‘confront’ the Keeper of the Garden, Kerubiel – who had ‘TRICKED’ HIM by ‘giving’ him a ‘bad-apple’ that made his girlfriend pregnant in Perth-earth…

… but Paul was ‘NOT’ ALONE…

… he was watched from-above by the Angel-of-Death, Azrael – who sat on a dark thunder-cloud… eating a stolen-apple of God from the Garden… snickering as he saw the vengeance ‘vibes’ in the inbetweener’s soul…

… the Dark-entity saw the boy ‘entering’ the-premise through the front gate…

-O-

Paul followed the ‘familiar’ route as he knew from last-night’s ‘visit’ – and, he proceeded on his ‘solo-mission’…

In a bird’s eye-view from-above, Azrael watched the crippled-superhero advancing below until he was walking into an ‘obstacle’…

“… PEETA COME! Peeta come – WE-ATTACK!”

… it was the band-of-security cherubs patrolling in-the-air. Paul was ‘attacked’ by the arrows-and-stones from the cupids’ bows-and-catapults… he dodged the-incoming missiles…shouting…

“You brats are ‘back’! I’ll ‘get’ YOU-ALL…!”

Paul yelled… and shot electrical-bolts to the night-skies…

… Azrael was ‘NOT’ PLEASED with the shots Blue-Gemini projected – which was ‘more’ of a warning-to-scare shots – the dark-entity wanted to ‘help’ Paul to MAKE HIS-KILL…

… the demon-angel chanted a DARK-SPELL – the red thundercloud he rode-on created a webbed ‘electric-lightnings’ that FRIED MOST of the-cupids…

… they dropped-down charred-dead on the meadow – the surviving-ones were frightened – and they bolted to the caves at the-lake TO WARN the ‘others’ that danger was coming…

“Yikes! Did I DO-THAT…!!?”

Paul was ‘shocked’ of what he had ‘done’ – but was unaware of THE ‘HELP’ from the Dark-side which he got from-above…

… but he too felt ‘no’ remorse of the deaths of the cherubs… and proceeded to ‘find’ Kerubiel…

Going against-the-wind, Paul levitated to the direction of Kabar-River to find the ‘trickster’ whom he ‘needed’ to-venge… as, Azrael FOLLOWED…

Having the vantage-advantage of riding the dark-clouds – General Azrael planed the ‘next’ attack for-Paul…

… the demon-angel wanted Paul TO CHOP-DOWN the Abrahamic-Creator’s Tree-of-Knowledge…

… as the Dark-side had already the KNOWHOW-STRATEGIES of how to ‘win’ the Apocalypse’s END-WARS…

From above, the demon-general saw the Kabar-River at a distance…where the God’s old apple-tree stood and… its ‘Keeper’ was ‘HOME’ TOO…

… taking a ‘midnight’ bath at a hot-spring-pond… and BESIDE IT…

… Azrael saw a large lump of iron-ore with a strong-fallen branch of the Knowledge-tree on-it – the demon chanted another Dark-spell – and the iron-ore molten-red…

… having the knowledge of ‘crafting’ weapons-in-iron – for men-on-earth to GO TO-war… the general-of-hell ‘forged’ AN ENCHANTED AXE…

… the rough-blades of grass rustling in the wind were ‘sharpening’ the dull-edged weapon…

… to-be ‘ready’…

… for Paul to cut-down the ‘sacred’ fruit-tree – and, at THE SAME-TIME…

… ‘kill’ its Keeper…

-O-

Unaware of the danger was Kerubiel having a bath in the hot-spring pond. His servants… Senoi, Sensenoy and Semangelof were scrubbing to clean the obese-cherub… ‘before’ the rain storm came…

The cherubs were-all startled when THEY SAW the Blue-Gemini emerging from the mangrove – and levitating in-animosity towards them…

… in anger-venge…

… the terrified servant-trio bolted-away – leaving the oversized-Keeper behind…

Paul barked-in-ire…

“You bloody Humpty-Dumpty! You dumb M.O.D.O.K.! You think you can cheat-and-fool me and get-away with-it…!? My girlfriend is ‘pregnant’ FROM EATING the damned-apple you ‘gave’ me!!!”

Paul searched around for ‘something’ to whack-Kerubiel with – and saw an-axe on the grass…

… he picked it-up… still yelling in-rage…

“… I ‘trusted’ you and you ‘cheated’ me… you ‘were’ hungry and I ‘picked’ you apples – but you gave me THE ‘ROTTEN’ ONE instead – that ‘brought’ me bad-luck…! I’m going to ‘chop’ the tree that ‘fed’ you – you-now ‘starve’ to death…!!!”

Paul levitated to the tree and swung-hews as… HE ‘BEGAN’ chopping in front of the horrified Kerubiel’s eyes…

… the flightless-cherub crawled-out the hot-pond… skulked on his big-belly on the ground… protesting from the-rear…

“NO! Son-of-Solomon… STOP-IT… pleaseee… DON’T DO IT!!!”

“… Once the bloody-tree is down – YOU’RE ‘NEXT,’ liar – I’m going to KILL YOU!!!”

In tears, the cherub pleaded…

“… Paul, you’re a Catholic-and-Christian – you can’t CUT-DOWN GOD’S apple-tree… it’s an ULTIMATE SIN…!”

When the crippled-superhero ‘HEARD’ THAT – both-of his ears turned-red… as the cherub was ‘using’ his-guilt TO GET-BACK at him – Paul stopped hacking and turned his-anger at KERUBIEL…

“What ‘did’ you ‘JUST’ SAID, you imbecile-lummox…!!?”

“… it’s a Sin to ‘attack’ Paradise – your-twin HAD ‘KILLED’ some animals-here… now, you’re cutting-down the trees – what HAS GOTTEN with you-mortals! No-wonder Mother-NATURE SUFFERS…”

“You oaf-lump! I’LL KILL you instead…!!!”

Kerubiel squealed-for-his life as he dropped on-his-back… as the Humpty-Dumpty-cupid kicked-the-air… looking-up at the teenager with a swinging-axe…

“NO! NO!”

“… one ‘LESS’ LIAR in-the-world…!!!”

Paul swung the-axe above his-head – and was about to ‘strike’…

“Father! HELP-ME, Father…!!!”

… Paul felt a ‘jerk’ on the axe’s wooden-handle, from his-back – and he let-go off the weapon… to turn around to seeing the one-armed Red-demon, Mercury holding-it… and, saving Kerubiel’s life…

Mercury whispered an enchanting Zoroastrian prayer-spell of Vendidad TO WARD-OFF Azrael’s Blackmagic – and hurled the-axe above to the dark storm-clouds, as he shouted profanity in demonic-language at the demon-general…

… Azrael-then left the-scene…AFTER HIS ‘PLANS’ of destroying the apple-tree ‘failed’ with Mercury’s intrusive-intervention…

Paul shouted at Mercury…

“YOU! Where were you for the past 6-over months, Mercury…? You left us ‘alone’ in this-Perth that is ‘infected’ by the zombie-epidemic…!!!”

Mercury did ‘not’ reply-him instead he-said…

“You should ‘not’ cut-down another man’s or God’s tree, especially – and deprive’ the fruits produced for the future-generations of mankind…”

“Deprive the Knowledge-YOU MEAN! Hah! Come-and-live in my-world where there is information ‘overload’ – CREATED BOTH’ by man-and-AI… and, all of this for-what…? The ‘more’ information there-is, the ‘MORE’ HATERED it creates in the world… and hate ‘divides’ us-all. That’s why it’s better TO CHOP-DOWN the tree that ‘produces’ the ROTTEN-BAD-APPLES!”

“CALM-DOWN, O’ Good-one…”

“You don’t ‘tell me TO CALM-DOWN – you haven’t answered-me… where were you all-these while…? This-Perth THAT YOU ‘PUT’ US is-full of bad-lucks everyday – which is spiralling-us down…”

“I was hunting the-incubus – it HAD-DEFECTED ‘from’ serving Asmodeus’… and would ‘JOIN’ THE SIDE of Baal-Beelzebub soon…”

Paul rambled rants…

“…OII! I’m ‘not’ HERE-TO-HEAR about your-demon party-hopping in the hell’s realm! My girlfriend is pregnant… were you ‘BEHIND’ IT? That Humpty-Dumpty sure-is… he ‘tricked’ and lied to-me that the apple WOULD GIVE Jane the-Knowledge of how-to ‘fight’ the-incubus… but it was ‘ALL’ LIES…

“… she is bloody-pregnant ‘now’ – JANE BLAMES your b****-wife, Venus – who wanted her to-be ‘her’ virgin-b**** – WHOSE ‘PLANS’ to bring a 2nd-Saviour to replace Jesus-Christ, MY-LORD…

“… this is blasphemy what this-Venus is doing – AT THE ‘COST’ of my-girlfriend… who is only-12… ‘not’ even a-day of her-teens yet – but being PREGNANT ‘NOW’ with some old-God… who’s named after a NASA’s rocket…”

-O-

The portal ‘opened’… StarGirl exited – she then-flew pass the Paradise-main gate to ‘find’ for Paul…whose aura glowed in-blue…

She soared-over the jungle… and her bright afterburner which she-left – woke-up hundreds of sleeping small critters-and-birds who screeched-in-fear…

… Jane descended in-the-mangrove ‘when’ her 3rd-Eye detected the blue-glow…

… as SHE HEARD Paul’s voice ‘questioning’ a male-deep voiced entity. She ‘hid’ in the deep-undergrowth TO HEAR the conversation her-boyfriend was having with the one-armed Red-demon…

Paul asked…

“… you’ve ‘not’ answered-me – DO YOU ‘KNOW’ about this-unholy Immaculate-Conception that your f***ing-wife ‘had’ masterminded… TELL-ME ‘NOW’…!!!”

“Yes, the Immaculate-Conception WAS PART of ‘our’ cause…”

“WHAT!!? You ‘KNEW’ ABOUT it…? This is a-bloody ‘BETRAYAL’ TO ‘our’ allied friendship-and-trust that we had-built so-far in the 2-other-Perth… WHY-BETRAY us in POST-TREETON, Mercury!!? WHY ARE YOU in-this chicanery-plot TO ‘USE’ Jane-and-I…? WHY!!?”

“But it is re-written in the Book-of Humanity’s Destiny that the Blind-one SHOULD BEAR the Saviour-child…”

“JUST LIKE-THAT!!? Where is HER-FREEWILL – for something that she DON’T-WANT ‘nor’ agree-to…?”

“… it’s “destined,’ O’ Good-one – be PEACE-WITH-IT…”

“NO! You bloody old-Roman-God were ‘SIMPLY’ USING us all these while – and, Merc… I’d even ‘trusted’ you as a father-figure…” Paul was too-emotional to continue…

“… I-know, Paul… IT IS ‘NOT’ FAIR – even Jane ‘trusted’ Venus as her-Mother… but… VENUS-AND-I had to ‘make’ difficult decisions to fulfil the ‘wishes’ of the-Book…”

The crippled-teen interrupted…

“What is this-bloody Book…? Who bloody ‘wrote’ it…?”

“The Abrahamic-Creator ‘did’ – but his chapter in-the-Book ‘ended’ with the death of His-Son… then, the Creator moved-on to ‘build’ HIS ‘NEW’ 3rd-religions for the Arabs – and ‘neglected’ the ‘outcomes’ of the 2nd-Book … where it ‘ended’ up in chaos…

“… with the Moses-following Jews of-the ‘1st-Book’ and-the early Christians…

“… so, we the ‘forgotten’ old-Gods HAD INTERVENED to write the ‘new’ chapters for the Book-of-Destiny so that TO ‘RESTORE’ the-balance that humanity would-and-should have a Redeemer as the 2ND-SAVIOUR… who would-be THERE-PHYSICALLY… 20-years from-now – to ‘save’ the world ‘AFTER’ the big-explosive-bombs go-off…”

The emotional Paul interrupted-again…

“… why ‘MY’ JANE…? ‘why’ would you-all DO-THAT TO my-Jane – this is ‘unfair’ to her… and ‘ME’ TOO…”

“Paul, Jane is ‘YOUR’ TO-KEEP – in-our ‘cause’ of the old-Gods… we are only ‘interested’ in the Saviour-Daughter, her-First-Born…

“… you ‘CAN’ MARRY-HER and later have children with the Blind-one, just like the Virgin-Mary ‘DID’ WITH HER-spouse, Joseph… where they-both had ‘their’ own children ‘after’ the CREATOR ‘CLAIMED’ the-Virgin’s First-Born… as THE-SAVIOUR…”

“… huh… you ‘mean’ Jane is going to be A SURROGATE-MOTHER by ‘having’ some-foreign Roman-God’s daughter…? This is ‘not’ fair… WHY HER – ‘WHEN’ you can ‘choose’ all-the-other girls on-earth…!!?”

“… it is because the Blind-one ‘has’ a unique STREAK-OF-rebelliousness in-her – that she WOULD-PASS TO the Saviour-Daughter…

“… which would ‘give’ the-Redeemer ‘RESILIENCE’ TO REBUILD humanity ‘AFTER’ THE-FALL from the-Bombs… where…

“… the Saviour with her-superpowers… WOULD ‘BRING’ her-people ‘together’ to fight the Evil-ones… those-WHO WOULD ‘further’ scorch-the-Earth till – ‘no-one’ WAS THERE to-survive…

“… and from the ‘LAST’ HUMANITY’S red-blood that spill on-the-sand – then, Darkness ‘comes’ – and WOULD-SWALLOW the earth… but…

“… this Saviour-Daughter WOULD ‘PREVENT’ that – as she is the ‘Beacon-of-Light’ to that Darkness… WHERE SHE ‘saves’ the last survivors with HER-SUPERPOWERS…

“… and, when Pan… the-GOD-OF-NATURE ‘HEALS’ – a new-generation of Good-ones would PREVAIL-AND-MULTIPLY… there ‘will-be’ peace-on-earth – until the ‘NEXT’ PRINCES-of-Hell’ rears his ugly-head to claim his ‘REIGN’ ON humanity, but…

“… that-is the ‘NEXT’ CHAPTER of the Book-of-Destiny… where Apollo’s-Daughter would give-BIRTH TO A SON – who would-be the decedent of Jupiter, MY-FATHER… THE-ONE ‘who’ would-be become the 3rd-Saviour to the-remaining of-humanity-of THE-WORLD to-come…”

Paul was speechless ‘listening’ to THE GRAVITY OF the revelations of humanity-to-come…

… as he ‘been’ in the post-nuclear site of Perth-EARTH BEFORE – WITH JANE – in their ‘dream-in-a-dream as their-auras were attracted like-magnets to the Dark Tower of Perth – the Blake-Tower…

… along the-way, Paul-and-Jane had ‘encountered’ feral-children and mutant-animals… even-was attacked by a ferocious dog with 2-heads…

Paul ‘sensed’ a presence of-someone – he turned his-head to see his blind-girlfriend coming-out from the bushes… walking towards them…

“… huh… Jane… YOU’RE ‘HERE’ too…?” Said the the-surprised Paul…

“Yes, I ‘was’ here – and ‘HEARD’ ENOUGH BS in my-life-time…” The disgruntled Jane replied-him…

“… Greetings O’ Blind-one…”

The one-armed Red-demon bowed-and-addressed her…

“… Blessed-be the Fruit-of-your Womb, the ‘princess-daughter of-Apollo…” Kerubiel too reached…

“Come-Pauly, LET’S GO – it gives me the-creeps for ‘EVERY’ MOMENT to-be ‘here’ in-this ‘DAMNED’ PARADISE!” She grabbed Paul’s hand…

… both the-youngsters left the ‘presence’ of THE OLD-GODS – as they soared-away into the night-skies…

-O-

They touched-down outside the main-gate of the Garden-of-Eden… Jane let-go of Paul’s hand – and hurried to the waiting-portal…

… her overweight boyfriend kept-up… levitating at-her-rear…

“… Jane… wait…”

The blind-tween stopped-and-turned around…

“What…?”

“… what’s THE PLAN…?”

Jane sighed and took a deep-breath…

“… fish-them-all… this is ‘NOT’ MY-PATH – it’s the ‘Chosen’ path-of the old-Gods and their Old-ways… this Otherworldly-plan to USE MY-BODY TO this Unnatural-birth goes against my-Freewill – I DON’T WANT any-part of this…

“… just-leave me alone – TAKE-BACK ALL of your-Cursed superpowers YOU GAVE-ME and-leave me – LEAVE ME-BE as a ‘free’ B-girl… to-get-to ‘CHOSE’ WHOM I-love…” Jane broke-down in tears…

Paul came-forward and hugged-her…

“… you’re right, Jane – it’s your BODY-AND-LIFE … which these bloody-old-Gods are violating-into… and I’M WITH YOU, dear…

“… even I don’t AGREE TO-IT one-bit too – it is sacrilegious to my-Catholic belief… I don’t wanna BE-DAMNED IN the afterlife-of being ‘part’ of this unholy-coup…”

“… I don’t know ‘what’ to do, Paul – my-life is caving-in… LEAVING-ME CLUELESS of what to-do with this-abomination which is ‘GROWING’ INSIDE of-me…”

Paul spoke…

“… err… I’d researched-it… the medical-ABORTION-PILLS… BUT… but it has a lot of bad-side-effects…”

“I’ll TAKE-IT – and-am willing to-endure whatever IT TAKES-AND-COST to get ‘rid’ of the old-God’s ‘planned’ atrocity inside-of-me…!!!”

“… but-Jane… I ‘read’ if it ‘goes’ WRONG – IT CAN ‘EVEN’ kill you…”

“Hah! I don’t care any-more – YOU ‘ORDER’ for-me the fishing-pills tomorrow, okay…?”

Paul nodded with sad-looks in his-eyes… his blind-girlfriend ‘sensed’ it…

“… come-on, Pauly – cheer-up, my-silly-boy, I’m a doctor’s daughter… I WON’T DIE… we-just ‘enjoy-our-problems’ today – but even-if I ‘die’– it would-be along-side’ with you… so, we CAN-BE ‘TOGETHER’ eternally…”

Having a nonchalant-conversation-then, Jane took-his hand-and-led Paul to the portal…

… to-ease his-mind… saying…

“… it’s late on-a-school night… Pauly, have you finished ‘your’ Math-homework in the-weekend…?”