(Reverence 4, 59 / 1:20PM)

  The train continued to spark embers, the steel metal clashing with the rustic structure that gilded the train to the ground.

  Seeing four of their comrades fall off the train, the remaining stranglers that were still bound by their hay ropes all were too stunned to open their mouths. Their lips puckered, some of their throats quivered, with one crashing their knees on the floor.

  (Benn) Why…

  Benn blankly stared at the side of the train, his body swelling as the pain from the rope couldn’t bring him to yelp. His lower body felt as if prickles of hot shard nails relentlessly stabbed the insides of his skin, and his upper body froze.

  His ears lifted to the sound of footsteps in the back of his head, and his eyes side-glanced to the color of turquoise behind him. Seeing a tip of a javelin spear barely hovering on the metallic floor, Benn lowered his head, as the sharpened edges of the spear lowered themselves onto the nape of his neck.

  (Vivy) That’s what happens when you guys don’t listen.

  A bone-breaking hand gripped down onto her shoulder.

  Turning around, her eyes widened to a red-faced young man with long blonde hair. His hands were on the verge of breaking each other, clattering like a skeleton snapping its fingers to the melody of a song.

  Leaning her head back, she caught a huge whiff of steam puffing out of his nostrils.

  (Johnny) Why did you do that!?

  (Vivy) My job you traitor! They beat us! Shot us! Burned our crops! And could’ve killed any one of us!

  (Johnny) But—

  (Doug) But no. Let your sister go, John.

  His trench gun being pointed up in the air, he slanted the corners of his eyes to the top of his nose. Churning his lips down, his cheekbones trembling, and his feet hardened, Johnny immediately let go of Vivy’s shoulders.

  Betty, Rimy, and Kenichi let out exhausted sighs, as both Betty and Rimy slammed their butts onto the metal floor. Vivy, who continued to remain standing despite both of her knees buckled and locked tight, continued to breathe heavily as she swayed her body.

  (Doug) Let Rimy heal you Vivy. It will only take a second.

  (Rimy) With all due respect sir, I’m more into men.

  (Doug) And so is Vivy. That’s an order. Also…

  Looking toward Kenichi, he placed his trench gun into the back of his jacket, letting the metal and wood warm his back. Putting his left hand into his jacket, he used his right to point at the group of wranglers that only let their eyes downcast onto the floor.

  (Doug) Keep an eye on them. Make sure none of them get any funny ideas.

  (Kenichi) Noted.

  While Betty had both of her palms faced outward to the downcasted stranglers, her heart pounded the innards of her ribcage the more she breathed in another soup of air. Noticing Betty’s exhaustion, Kenichi put his hand inside his jacket, his knuckles barely touching anything as he instantly pulled out…

  A handkerchief.

  Kneeling, his palms silked by just the touch of the cotton, he gave it to the panting Betty.

  (Kenichi) You’re making a mess.

  Receiving the handkerchief with her trembling hand, Betty used it to wipe away an abundance of blood and saliva that lingered on her lips. Wiping it away clean, it littered the handkerchief a yellowish color, as she rubbed it back and forth in a motion that she was all too familiar with.

  As Kenichi and Betty stood near The Dark Angels, Doug towered over Rimy who looked up with seductive eyes. Kneeling near her, he took out his palm, whilst having it on the same height of where she had her chin.

  Using his left hand, he took out a switchblade, the metal gleaming a whitish light.

  (Doug) I would’ve liked to give it to you by tongue, but my wife’s here.

  He pierced his right palm with the blade he wielded.

  Having his right hand on top of her opened mouth, Rimy let the dripping blood run deep into her throat, molesting and circulating every mucus membrane layer. Licking her lips, she gulped down his liquid like a slushie, ruminating it inside her stomach as…

  Both of her legs began to warm.

  Her wound ceasing her bleeding, her energy enlarging her eyes, Rimy pressed both her palms so she could stand on her own two feet. Tilting her head to the right, she gazed dazingly up at Doug, her stomach feeling warm and hot.

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  (Doug) Now go heal my daughter.

  A cold exhale of air pushed out of both her nostrils and mouth.

  Her face nonchalant, she walked over to the heavily panting Vivy who slumped down on the ground. Since Johnny was near her, Rimy shooed him off as she bent down, grabbing the collar of her dress so that her face was inches from hers.

  An annoyed groan seeping out from her throat, Rimy’s nostrils were molested with the smell of cigars and beer.

  (Rimy’s thoughts) Well … anything for the Boss.

  Meanwhile, Vivy’s eyes pushed down, her gaze almost submissive to the short-haired woman. Both her upper and lower lips slowly opened up for her, Rimy closed her eyes shut, pushing her head in while scrunching up her face…

  As Rimy sealed her lips with hers!

  All the Dark Angels watched as the two women kissed.

  (Miles, Benn, and Jack) Woah…

  Both Luna and Hope turned their eyes away at the sight. As for the men, three of them widened their eyes and hunched their heads forward, encapsulating the hot scene that they were blessed with.

  But Sean scrunched up his face.

  (Sean) Ew.

  (Jack) You’re into femboys. You shouldn’t say anything.

  Rimy’s tongue circled and intertwined with Vivy’s, trying not to touch any of her yellow teeth littered with heavy cavities. Not letting a single droplet of drool trail down her jaw, she made sure that Vivy’s head was arched 180, making Vivy swallow any saliva that Rimy didn’t want.

  Pulling out, Vivy’s tongue still wanted to circle every inch of hers, as her tongue was out for a solid second before taking it back in. Standing up, Rimy wiped away any saliva or drool that circled her mouth, continuing to scrunch up her face as she looked at Doug.

  (Rimy) Done Boss.

  (Doug) That’s all you could do, Rimy. My wife strongly prefers that I heal her.

  (Jack) Now wait just a minute…

  As Doug walked back toward the Dark Angels, Jack spoke out in a quiet tone that didn’t match his despair or desperation. Instead, he placed his head on the back of the metal crate, his eyes upward to look at Doug.

  Doug already had Rimy and Vivy on both sides of his shoulders, while he started to walk back to Betty and Kenichi. His right hand regenerated, the skin, blood, muscle, and bone all ran at the same time to connect and sore his palm. Moving his fingers up and down, his bones clashed and slashed along with his newly generated blood.

  Putting it in his pocket, he had four allies behind him, as they all stared down at the red-haired man; his face glistening and glowing in the humid sun.

  (Jack) Two curse users can’t have the same curse. I know you have the power to regenerate any body part at will, but how does Rimy have the same support as you?

  Doug let out a dry chuckle, as he glanced at Rimy who placed the bottom of her palm underneath her chin. Grinning, she looked at Doug, causing him to nod once before taking a step forward.

  (Doug) My curse; Curse of Vampire; lets me regenerate at will. That info is obvious.

  Taking out his right hand, he raised it high, snapping two of his fingers as the air carried the sound up and down the Dark Angel's bodies. As well as Rimy’s, it caused her to lead her steps to the well-groomed man, her smile pushing up to the bottom of her ears.

  While tilting her head to the right.

  (Doug) Rimy here used to be a sniper in the Haxouburg army, but she was tossed around left and right with many of her fellow squadrons. Because of the amount of men who passed her around, she got a couple of STDs that will never be treated.

  Walking right next to her, Doug’s face was nonchalant, with no smile or frown seething from his lips. As she stared into Jack’s pushed-up eyes, Jack started to tuck both of his knees in when he saw Rimy lick her lips loudly.

  Bending down, she grabbed the top of Jack’s hair, pulling him up so that he was at the same eye level as her. His knees bending because of his height, her moistened lips gently shined like the embers of the sea.

  (Doug) Because STDs can be transmitted by blood or “other” methods, she transmitted the disease to me. Since I didn’t want to let my dear wife receive the same disease as me, I decided to let guards have permission to please my wife’s needs; while I stuck to Rimy.

  Seeing her staring deep into his eyes, Jack pulled back his head while smelling Rimy’s beef jerky breath, causing him to gulp down a ball of saliva. Unable to see himself in her eyes, a trickle of sweat trailed down his right temple, his face growing pale and clammy like a frozen sponge.

  While the rest of the Dark Angels cast their eyes away from Jack, with Miles giving him a glare pent up with jealousy.

  (Doug) Because she gave me the disease, I decided to use her as a trump card in terms of healing. Since she now has the same blood or transmission from me, anytime she kisses someone, it automatically helps them get back up on their feet.

  Doug gently placed his hand on Rimy’s shoulder, tapping it two twice before Rimy let go of Jack’s hair. One or two hairs falling from his head, Jack squinted his eyes at the unusual strength of the sniper, while a groan leaped from his throat.

  And then Doug pulled back his right foot, striking him onto his right kneecap.

  Tumbling to the ground, his mouth agape wide open with not a trace of air swelling inside of him.

  (Doug) Now then. Since all of you have done irreversible damage to my family and business; I don’t think a simple prison sentence will do…

  Luna, Hope, Miles, Jack, and Benn all had their eyes on Doug, ignoring Kenichi, Rimy, Betty, and Vivy. With Johnny and Elizabeth putting themselves away from the conflict, they watched with pushed-up eyes and twitching lips.

  Taking out both of his hands from his pockets, he began cracking them, creasing each and every knuckle along his fingers. His nonchalant face replaced that of a smirk, and the right corner of his lip reached the height of his right ear.

  (Doug) You all may have heard of The Dome, but I don’t think you have heard of Huecas Minas.

  Jack’s breath glued to his vocals.

  Pushing his body up, his right knee which was kicked by Doug earlier shook immensely as he put more pressure on the bone. His breathing fastened, his beating heart heard from his ears, Jack’s face grew paler than when he was faced with Rimy.

  (Doug) Sounds to me like you know the place. It’s not well-informed by the public, but … I mean…

  Doug turned his attention to Benn, who happened to have the same reaction as that of Jack. Instead of his face growing pale, his body shredded out a cold shiver, as if his stomach digested a block of deep ice.

  The chubby man lifted the left side of his lip, pushing it up more so that it matched the same height as its right.

  (Doug) Where did you think most of the enemy soldiers from the demi-human skirmishes were rounded off to? If half the world’s population of shark humans lived in Haxouburg, then where did you think most of them went?

  Benn only stared into Doug’s eyes.

  Unable to blink, unable to let out a cold or hot breath from his lungs, he only stood and widened his eyes at the chubby man’s devilish grin. Letting his mouth drop slightly open, not even a breath of air went in or out of his lips, causing Doug to put both of his hands inside his pockets.

  The rest of the Dark Angels only puckered their lips to the info, looking down at the floor with soul-crushing eyes.

  Eyes that soon began to fade away their color.

  Turning his head to the South, the wetlands filled with mango trees and thick shrubs and bushes soon began to be replaced with dry dunes that stretched the far horizon. The difference of heat changing, dry parching wind blew at their faces, causing Doug to breathe in the dry air.

  And exhale it back out.

  (Doug) We’re stopping at Ridgemente. That’s our final stop until we set off to the mines, but it’s going to be a day-long break before we go.

  Doug turned his head to both his allies and his enemies, seeing his allies cross their arms or put their hands in their jackets. Meanwhile, the Dark Angels all lowered their heads, looking down at the ground as their fake sins reached up to them.

  (Doug) As for reinforcement; an entire battalion of agents highly specialized in dealing with pests was granted to us. Your leader ain’t going to save you no matter how lucky he is.