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This story contains Loli references, and some Magic Girl Lore

Chapter 1; Mike (human).

Chapter 1: Dumb-luck Smarts



Pete drove his SUV with him in the passenger seat. Taking him back to the lake house from the hospital. Amy and Beth were following in their sporty compact. Just two hours ago, he'd gone in and signed the paper work, and minutes later Cindy's breath left her in a sigh that broke his heart to hear. But at the same time he felt a weight off of his shoulders that still stung with a guilty barb. Guilty relief, Poignant release. No more Cindy.

But it had been over 2 years. Really it was no more $20,000 a month drain to keep the husk of her body breathing and no more anguish and slow-motion trama that had enveloped his life since the accident.

She'd been brain dead since the accident. The price of keeping her alive had been huge, his parent's had helped, And so had Cindy's, which was why they were heading up to the lake house. Mike had sold his own house at a loss, but that had kept her going for most of the time. Cindy and Amy's dad, Gordon had invited Mike to live there 6 months ago. He had all the internet connectivity he needed there to work, and it was a pleasant house. Still, since then, with only part-time work, he'd burned through all of his savings paying to keep her body breathing.

Finally, last week the doctors did an MRI to see if there was anything left. When the doctors said that without a doubt the brain had deteriorated so much by then, that only machines were keeping her alive, it took only a few days before everyone was agreed to pull the plug.

So, today was supposed to be a wake. Pete was Mike's best friend, and a confirmed bachelor. He had a line about that, which Mike knew he'd hear before the night was over. Amy was Cindy's sister, and as she always claimed she was a metro-sexual with strong lesbian leanings. Her fiancé and lover Beth, had been a supportive and especially kind friend throughout.

They'd all grown up together in a sleepy little suburb of Charleston. Cindy and Mike had been 'in love' since he was five. And Cindy's older sister Amy and Pete had once had a real thing, for several years but that changed shortly after Amy turned eight and Beth Wong moved into the house down the street. Pete had been a bachelor ever since. But everyone knew that once in a while Amy would occasionally get the urge to shag up with Pete. Mike sometimes wondered how Beth felt about it, but she never complained, and even helped them by getting out of the way sometimes.

They pulled through the small town nearby the house on Lake Marion and then before he knew it, they were pulling up the stone 'paved' driveway.

The property was just great, three acres, a secluded lake front house, so that the front of the house as you drove up was really the back. The prized view out the 'back' with its really giant deck was amazing. The house had a small dock, and a larger boat house just off to the south that blocked the view of the next house that way, and to the north a small peninsula jutted out into the lake forested pine growth gave out near the end of it leaving a grassy meadow that was a joy to rest in for a summer afternoon. Technically the property line split the jutting land with the next property up, but they never came out.

A small path led down from the deck to that grassy extension, Cindy had always called the path the 'secret way'. And the grassy spot was the 'secret place'. When they'd all been kids, they'd be up here visiting several times every summer. Days boating, fishing or hiking. Nights with campfires and camaraderie that connected them still. That pattern hadn't really stopped as they all grew up, but the lengths of the stays had shortened. Though with adult life, they'd started coming up earlier and later in the year for weekends.

Pete unloaded his weekend bag, and Mike helped the girls take their 5 pieces of luggage into the house. There was plenty of room, and everyone knew there way around, but Mike just stepped into the bathroom and took a long slow shower. Tears mixing with the water on his face. Cindy would have said this, or touched him there. How long would he be defining his life by her absence? When he got out and dressed he did feel better, and the smiles on the faces of the girls was a signal to him that it was now time to relax.

“I think I'm going to get drunk,” Mike voiced.

“I was hoping we'd get a chance to hunt,” Pete said, “But not much of the afternoon's left, so how-about I get to grilling steaks while you make the salad and the girls can fix us something with a bit of spice in it.”

“I'll mix up your Sangria honey,” Beth said to Amy, “While you start making the Bourbon Sweet Tea for the boys.”

“Ok, and Mike, no radishes in MY salad please,” Amy commanded.

“Right, but on the side for Beth and us to add since Radishes are the best salad ingredient.”

“Yuck.”

Steaks and Salad eaten, the four gathered on the porch, in the orange early twilight and soon Pete was talking about his latest fling.

“You're never going to settle down, and you know it,” Amy said.

Beth and Mike both groaned knowing what was coming.

Pete stood to the occasion grabbed his right arm by the wrist with his left hand and let his right hand dangle, “Like I always says, I buy my sex twice a month, but the rest of the month I keep my girlfriend hanging around.” Everyone joined in for his punchline.

“Seriously though dude,” Pete asked, “What are you going to do about the love life situation, I mean, you're finally free.”

“Pete!” said Amy.

“Nah, now, it's ok, it's a fair question,” Mike said. “And jokes aside I don't have any plans right now, but I don't feel like flinging myself out there just yet.”

Conversation drifted to work topics as the oranges deepened into reds and nightfall neared. Then suddenly Pete stood up, “There's a deer out in the Secret Place!”

They all stood or turned around, that never happened, deer might go to the edge of the lake, but not out on the peninsula where they could be trapped. Mike stared hard, but couldn't see it. Pete was sure, he said, “It looks like a 2 or 4 point young buck, and it's hunting season.”

“It's probably some branches,” quipped Amy.

He climbed up on the railing at the edge of the porch nearly over-hanging the lake, using the post that supported the deck lights to help his balance, which was none to sharp at the moment, since Pete was pretty drunk. Mike, also pretty soused, couldn't help himself, he was laughing at the fool. “You can't see any further from there.”

“Shhh you'll scare it away. I'm telling you I saw a deer on the pen... pen... that land.”

“Peninsula,” said Beth looking anxious. Amy sat back down beside Beth at the picnic table on the deck, light shining on them from the living room on the other side of the glass sliding doors. Amy and Beth were a thing a nice thing, they were a couple just like he and Cindy had been and both couples had been since they were little. But now...

Without much thought, Mike opened the sliding glass door and walked to the gun cupboard, opened it up and removed the 22 rifle. He emerged with it, seeing Pete was back down off the railing. He offered the weapon to Pete who held onto it for a second and then said, “No you.”

Mike half crouched down on the porch, using the wide railing to hold the gun steady. Though he couldn't see any antlers he saw a heap of something like a deer body laying down. “Where's the head?”

“Right there,” Pete provided unhelpfully.

“Just past the entrance to the Secret Place to the left of the Secret way?” asked Mike, describing where he saw the lump. The head was just too well camouflaged to him.

“Yeah!”

“I see something looks like a body laying down but even with the scope I don't see the head. Is it looking towards us? Away?”

“It's looking over it's back.”

How did Pete see it? … Well he aimed for center of the lump, he almost thought he saw a glimmer there as if he had a laser site or something. He took a breath let it slide out and pulled the trigger. POW. The sound rocked into his mind as the gun kicked into his shoulder.

The girls started and so did Pete. Then a moment or two later, from that distance about 1/3 of a mile away they heard a bleating sound, and then shriek. Pete said, “Shit, what was that?”

The shriek paused and then started again, louder. “That's not a deer,” Amy said. She stood and so did Beth. And then as if it whatever was shrieking heard her, the shrieking stopped and a light shone out and up from the Secret place. They stood in a line Pete, Mike holding the rifle, then Amy and last Beth.

“Is that a deer-spotter?” Mike asked, “Did I just shoot a person?” Mike's grasp on the riffle loosened and it fell from his hands, Pete grabbed the rifle with unexpected skills for being so tipsy. Then almost dropped it himself.

The light shining up took on a hue of red or pink and then it stopped. The voice they heard, and it was a voice, made all of their faces go white... “YOU!” an impossibly loud frantic yell, “KILLED HERRRRR.” Then there was noise and more light. The redish light moved. The red glow rushing faster down the Secret Way than anyone could move. They all watched the light move at what must have been 30 or 40 miles per hour, because in seconds it was there up on their deck.

Beth fainted straight away, Amy fell back. It was not a person … at least not a human. It wore clothes like a person, but that's pretty much the only person-like thing about it. Like a skeletal skinny devil bunny, It stood perhaps four feet tall, and wore a sort of open smock, gray and white fur covered it, and it mouth and ears seamed like a bunny, but the two skinny horns slightly twisted protruded from it's head right in front of it's ears. Red glowing eyes, one of its skinny hands on a crystal shard that glowed blue. It stood there before them and said, “After so many years of waiting, you took her from me. Then you must take her place.”

It dove toward Pete and shoved the gem into his chest. Pete dropped the rifle and flew backward into Mike as Amy screamed. Horrifying as it had been at ten feet, right in front of him, it was heart stopping, it had long sharp pointy teeth, and a single 3 inch shiny claw emerged from the hand that was not shoving the crystal gem into Pete's chest. “Make a wish killer man, now or loose your chance.”

Pete, panting said, “What?”

The thing spoke again, “Speak a wish now, or I will make a wish for you.”

“Mike?” Pete said, but the thing quickly retracted the single menacing claw formed a fist and punched Pete in the face, then back to the knife claw.

Now with its eye on Mike, “Don't interfere, you husband-man, or I'll just kill you.”

Mike was terrified, and shocked and simply nodded quickly. Why did it call him husband-man?

Amy said, “We're sorry Mr. Alien.”

Mike was relieved that it turned its visage away from him and looked behind him to where Amy must have been standing.

“Now for the last time, utter some wish, so I will have my contract.”

“Don't kill me.” Pete said in a whimper.

“YAARRGH,” the thing bellowed, “That Doesn't qualify,” It reared back seeming to grow in size to perhaps nearly double it's original size. “Since I'm placing the threat, the contract would be void. Speak your wish about something that isn't me!”

Pete said muttered, “Don't take me away from here, Mr. Alien.”

It suddenly was a little less large, a little less scary. “Acceptable wish,” it said. “I Dyeti File-O-Stine, agree not to take you from this place and in return grant you an immortality.

“Now close your eyes,” it said, Pete still crushed back into Mike, closed his eyes. Mike's, however, were wide open and so he saw how the monster cut Pete's throat through both jugulars with a casual slash.

Blood gushed everywhere and Mike cried out. Amy screamed again, and Pete just opened his mouth once and then seemed to collapse like a bag of bones. The blue crystal thing glowed brightly and then seemed to fade away as the creature released it and stood up. It took several steps away then turned looking with what Mike guessed could be longingly toward the Secret Place.

Time froze, and Mike realized that the thing had killed Pete, because Mike had killed that thing's 'her'. It thought Pete had done it because Mike had dropped the rifle earlier. Mike's will coalesced around him, he saw the rifle there, just within reach, and with a surge he pulled the gun up and pointed it at the creature's side and fired. It fell with a thud and turned to look at him. “Ahhar” it managed before it relaxed in death.

“Pete?” Mike asked, still holding the rifle towards the thing.

“Petey?” Amy asked echoing him. The blood wasn't flowing anymore. The cut had been right over the Adam's apple side to side. Mike couldn't bear to see that horrific wound in his best friend. He stood rolling Pete's body away from him.

Beth stirred sat up took one look at Mike soaked in Pete's blood and the dead thing nearby and stiffened like a board again, like she was going to faint again.

Mike stood and said, “Wait, Beth just wait.”

Somehow she did, she didn't faint again, her eyes bore into him. Then Amy ran to his side yelling, “Pete can't be dead.” But she grasped onto Mikes arm. Feeling so much the way Cindy had felt after they watched a scarry scene in some move. Only it was real. It was now dark purple skies and stars were showing. The blood lay black against the deck. They all stood looking at the mess, for what must have been only a minute or so, but felt like a very long time.

Chapter 2; Amy (human)

Chapter 2: A pair of red twos, the Jack of Clubs, Ace of Spades and a Joker



Amy was still shivering and her mind was unsettled. She'd gotten control of her tears, but she was still breathing hard when Beth said, “We can't call 911. We can't call the sheriff out here. We can't call the FBI. Not until we know if there's more of them aliens out in the Secret Spot. Will you go look Mike?” Amy thought she asked it in a tone that made it more a command than a question. For her earlier weakness of fainting before, she now showed strength, and Amy moved over to her lover's side and put her arm around her small frame.

With a quick thought, Amy said, “Hey, Mike, open up your video chat on your phone.” In a minute they were hearing themselves in stereo.

Beth added, “We'll get a sheet and wrap up Pete.”

Amy looked at the alien thing and was glad Beth hadn't talked about moving it, it can just lay there she thought. She looked back at Pete and her heart twanged inside. Pete had been her first lover. She'd been all of 6 while he and Mike were five, and her sister Cindy had been 4. Pete had suddenly started playing in their back yard, and in a few minutes Cindy had gone to play in the sand box. Pete hugged Amy and kissed her on the cheek. In the next week it was the four of them, playing together all the time, Cindy had Mike, and Pete was hers.

“Ok,” Mike agreed, which snapped Amy back to the horror of the present. He took the rifle with him and walked past the monster and down the porch stairs. Beth gave her that look she had which meant Men being too manly around lesbians. She was wrong, but it was cute enough to make Amy smile.

Amy and Beth walked in and got to the hall closet as Mike from the phone chat whispered, “Okay, I got to Secret Way Entrance.”

“Ok,” Beth said. Beth was doing the grabbing of sheets, she picked the dark blue spare sheets. Amy was thinking back to that first time. They'd started with rubbing bodies together like on TV. Then a few days later, she had them do the same, but with no clothes, just underwear, like she'd seen on her dad's cable. She also was the one to suggest them doing it naked. And it was almost 3 weeks of naked rubbing until he shifted this way, when she shifted that way and pop, she'd lost her virginity at 6.

Beth said something about helping her spread the sheet, which brought her back to the present. Soon they were grunting and groaning to move Pete's body into the sheet, when Mike said quietly, “Shit, it was a little girl I shot.”

“Human?” Amy asked.

“Yes, too dark to see much else, going to look around the Secret Spot to see if there's any more aliens.”

Beth and Amy half dragged and somewhat lifted his body in, they were jockeying the corpse onto the couch.

“I'm heading back, I guess I'll carry her in,” Mike announced, less whisper in his voice, and Amy was sure he heard sadness.

Beth, always fastidious went to wash her hands, and Amy joined her. Then Beth got another sheet from the closet and put it on the love chair. Then they sat in the dinning room table next to the porch and watched the video from Mark's phone. He was breathing heavy and trudging over brown sand stone gravel her dad had picked up for free from a nearby quarry, his phone had started producing light. From the angle of the phone Amy could see what looked like some sort of salmon or pink frilly little girl dress, and a foot of a young girl flopping.

Why was an alien hanging out on their property with a little girl? A sudden cruel thought protruded into her awareness: the alien had killed Pete, but Mike had shot the little girl. Anger rushed in and she felt her self loosing calm again why wasn't Mike dead! The anger was overwhelming her sense of reason, when Beth placed her small hands on Amy's knee. And she looked up to her dark brown eyes. The anger evaporated. The alien was doing alien things, and her brother-in-law was a victim of it too, only luck made Pete pay the price. After all Mike had shot it. Beth knew her so well, knew how to calm those violent outbursts away from her.

Pete was her first lover, but Beth was her soul-mate. When she'd been young, it'd been all about the sex, and it still was, no one could give oral like Beth, but it had become much more before they'd even left elementary school. On the video, she caught a glimpse of the smooth rounded stones that they'd all started collecting from nearby creeks and streams to line the path, before her Dad had gotten the gravel. And Mike's legs moving in the dim light. Then finally she saw the Sign her dad had made. From the angle, she couldn't see the text they'd painted on it, “Secret Way Entrance” but she knew just where they were. He stepped into the grass and soon they heard him climbing the porch.

Beth stood up and Amy with her. Beth slowly walked to the door and slid it open just as Mike arrived carrying the girl. He held her crushed up against his chest, her face turned into his arm. Save for the bloody stain on her side, she looked like a sleepy six-year-old being carried in by her father.

His expression was unreadable. Beth said nothing but turned and pointed at the love seat where they'd put the second sheet. The three followed in, and then some noise came from the door. Amy turned and Beth too, Beth returning to shut the door behind them. Amy turned to see that Mike looked like he was going to drop in exhaustion. He looked over at Pete's body with horrible guilt in his eyes as he passed her. Whatever anger left from what she'd felt about the alien taking Pete instead of Mike completely melted away. Amy hurried up beside Mike to spread out the sheet on the love seat and he just started talking, “This is the 'her' it was talking about, the one I shot. I can't believe it, it took Mike because he had the gun, but it should be me laying over there. Instead not only did I kill this girl, but I got my best friend dead too.”

Beth had come up behind him and put her consoling hand on his shoulder. Then he took the crumpled girl body away from his body lying it down. They all looked down on the girl. As if shock had become a state of mind, all three of them in near unison said, “Cindy.”

They stared. They gaped. Mike dropped the rifle from his hands a second time that night. The dead girl in a Disney princess style dress, peach and white frills, save the bloody side wound stain, was her sister Cindy, but not as an adult, as a kid. “Cindy?!” Amy said again. There was no mistaking her gorgeous banged straight brown hair and cute freckles.

It was Cindy brought back from the past from the late seventies. Her open dead eyes seemed about to move again at any instant, suddenly something blurred by their feet and Amy saw Beth looking after it. Her eyes though wouldn't leave her sister's child face.

“Shit,” said Mike. Then Amy looked away and saw where Beth and Mike were looking, right on top of the couch where Pete's body lay was the alien again, this time only about a foot and a half tall, no clothes this time, but it was pointing the rifle at them. “Well now, we have a serious conundrum here, Mike.” it said, it's voice was the same, not deep, but too low for the tiny body. “I'd already waited for nearly 85 years for a girl as powerful as your wife, was, when I'd met her 40 years ago. But she refused me when she was a child, because of you, Mike.” It shifted position and continued, “For years, every time I could, I would go to her in our Secret Spot, and ask her again, and every time she said no. And every time she said it was because of you, Mike. Then 2 years ago, I finally got my chance in the form of the drunk who died after he T-boned her car, while she was on her way back from the store to you Mike.

“Well, let's just say that event came as a wonderful blessing to me, I snuck into the wreck and pleaded with her to take my contract, and she did, wishing to spend eternity with you. But then before she could die, and seal the contract, you came up in your SUV, with the sherrif following Mike. You got her to the hospital, you kept her from me by keeping her body just barely living for these past 2 years. Yes, once again you foiled me, Mike.

“So now, you, Mike, have killed your wife twice in one day. There is some sort of irony there, but not nearly so much as what you wrought by having me turn your friend instead of you.” It was living and moving after she'd seen it shot dead.

There were no words to say, they all stared at it. Until Beth said, “We killed you, and you were bigger then.”

“Ok, yes, you killed my cloned body, and right after a double contract, when I was at the weakest I've been for millennium.

“I'll get better of course, but the contract is set, and I've no more energy to complete a third contract now. So you are going to be her guide and I can think of only one way to preserve your wife. So before this turns anymore difficult, I want to lay my terms before you.”

No alien should have come back from that, so Amy said, “So fine, you're not an alien, but what did you do to my sister, how come she's a little girl?”

“Well, I am an alien in one sense of the term, but not in the way you mean. And I'm doing the same thing for this one as I did for your sister.”

Beth asked, “You're turning Pete into a little dead boy from the past?”

It sort of chuckled, “Herumph, no I'm animating HER body, Pete's going to become a Magical Girl just like Cindy became.”

“What?” Mike said, at the same time as Amy.

“You heard me, and I'm not mincing words.”

“What are you?” Beth asked.

“Let's just say I'm a protector of this realm,” it seamed to relax ever so slightly, then it continued, “I'm one of five Archons, five entities that helps maintain the balance of this section of your universe.”

“The planet Earth?” Mike asked. Amy though he looked brave and confused at the same time.

“Not really, I'm the Archon, or you could say Angel, of Saturn. I used to be far more important to Earth, but now I'm in third place.”

“Wait, isn't Saturn the second largest planet?” Beth said.

“No, the Sun is the largest most powerful entity and hence Archon in this realm, Jupiter is next, then me.”

As shocking as the other events were, classifying the Sun with the planets still make Amy double-take. “You're the planet Saturn?” Amy asked.

“Clearly not, but that's not important, because as third in command, my task is to prevent Monster invasions.”

“News flash,” Amy said relishing the barb, “You're a monster.”

“More like a Spirit, or Archon, as I said. Monsters are from another universe and they can sometimes penetrate this universe and corrupt people turning them into more Monsters. I cannot fight them directly, because … let's just say: rules. But I can empower Magic Girls to do the fighting for me.”

“Why?” asked Beth.

“Well, I'm not sure I could explain in 'human' terms, at least not in anyway that you could maintain your sanity.”

Third in command? In charge of monsters? It seemed too wild to get a handle on, “Fine,” Amy said, “So what's the Sun in charge of?”

“The Sun is the conduit of life energy from the Galaxy and the universe at large, so the Sun's Archon is in charge of evolution.”

Amy found herself interested enough that she found it hard to remember that this alien thing had just killed Pete. Then she remembered that it had also brought back Cindy only to have her die again. Beth was asking, “So what are Jupiter and the other planets in charge of?”

“Jupiter,” said the horned rabbit, “Isn't in charge of anything other than being the most massive planet in this system, but the Jupiter Archon is in charge of fighting off the Fell Witches and Ghosts.”

“Ghosts are real?” Mike asked.

“Witches are real?” Amy asked.

“Yes, and Yes, but neither is what you think they are, and you'll be glad if you never see them. So, Neptune's Archon is in charge of fighting against the Sidhe.”

“Faeries?” Beth said, with incredulity dripping.

“Exactly so. And finally the Uranus Archon is in charge of the conduits between this universe and others. Except, of course for those conduits to the Monster universe, that I'm in charge of, and those to the Fey universe that Neptune controls.”

“Are these conduits opening up all the time?” Mike asked.

It cocked it's head to the side and said, “Often enough that he has more Magic Girls than do any of the rest of us, to close them all.”

“Why Magic Girls? Why not Magic Boys?” Beth prodded.

“Well they could be Magic Puppies, if puppies were smart enough to take directions, think for themselves and whatever. But for some reason, with your race, girls are better at handling the power we dish out. Not perfect, there are always problems, but any given human girl with our Magic, is probably 50 times more likely to survive any given year than any given human boy with our Magic. And adults, well adult female humans with our gift are only a bit better than human boys, and adult human males are just ridiculous.”

“So there are no Magic Boys, or Magic Women?” Beth asked.

“Oh actually there are, but only a Magic Girl that's learned how to control her Magic very well can perhaps make herself grow up, or turn into a boy, and there are even those who have done both, becoming Magic Men. But the vast majority are girls.”

It looked from Beth to Amy to Mike, then said, “Well now if we're done with questions for now, I'd like to return to the bargain I'm offering you.” It paused for a moment and then continued, “So, I'm bound by my contract to your wife to ensure you spend eternity together, so let's talk about your wife.

“You know her old physical body was destroyed, so I constructed this new one for her, and her mind or her soul if you like, was trapped in my crystal until you let her body die this morning. At which point I could animate her body. But 2 years as a disembodied mind or soul in a crystal with no ability to see or interact with the universe, is stressful, as you might guess. She was just coming around when you shot her.” Amy watched Mike wince strongly.

“So her mind,” it continued, “detached from the body it was only beginning to accept, flew back to my crystal. Now, one way to fulfill my promise to her is for me to kill you Mike, and suck your soul into the same crystal. That's the easy way. Following the letter of the contract, and eliminating problems. But then despite your thoughts otherwise, I'm not really a monster, and I do find that option highly distasteful. I'd rather fulfill the spirit of the contract. So, I have one means at my disposal to keep you alive for eternity, and that is to let you bet turned into a incubus by a Monster. But that's hardly a simple thing.

“You see my Magic Girls must fight off dangerous Monsters in our realm, and close the Monster universe conduits. But they also have the power to tame Monsters so they aren't so strongly affected by their Monster nature. If you choose this option, when SHE wakes up,” it said, indicating Pete's corpse, “I'll spawn a monster portal and I'll summon 3 or possibly 4 powerful monsters and let you bid with them. The monster world has significantly complicated politics, and having a liaison with me in this world is a tasty treat. So, they will make you offers for the type of monster your wife will be, and you choose. The monster will convert your wife, and in due time you'll become an incubus with her, dedicated to representing their cause to me. But she, he said indicating Pete, can save your wife from going full monster, and ... it would be a good lesson for her.” The beast stopped talking.

“What if I don't like that option?” Mike asked, Amy feared the only alternative was for her brother-in-law to live as a disembodied soul in the crystal. And then she heard herself thinking and did a mental double take.

“As I said before, there is the soul crystal option, but I'd loath that. The only other option I can imagine would be for me to beg one of the other Planet Archons to make you into a Magic Girl, but they aren't likely to make a deal with me, particularly weak as I am just now. And if they don't I will be forced to either go behind your back and convert Cindy into a Monster Girl, or kill you and store your soul in that jar forever.”

“Ok, fine. But what is an 'incubus'?”

“A man, usually slowly modified by the magic mana energy inside a Monster Girl,” it said, “You'll gain health and stamina, immortality and youth, not to mention some magical power.”

“And my wife?”

“Why she'll be a Monster Girl of some type, and you will be able to spend eternity together.”

“What kind of monster?”

“I cannot say, there are some possibilities I might venture, but I can't speak for the Monster world representatives, it depends on which powers answer my summons and what their current status is in their world happens to be. And then you'll have to pick from their offers.”

Amy asked, “Are you sure they'll make offers?”

“I'm positive,” it said, “They've been asking for liasons for quite some time now.”

Beth asked, “Will they be tricky?”

“It's in their nature to be tricky, but they will need to bargin with you in good faith.”

Mike groaned a little, “It doesn't seem like I have much of a choice.”

“No, but you did shoot your wife, and put me in the bind of putting you in this bind.”

“Ok, I agree, I'll go with your Monster portal plan.”

“Good,” it said then it lowered the rifle onto couch, no longer threatening the three of them, then it said, “However, you ladies need to make your choice. And sadly that's just as mortal a choice for you. You see, I can't allow you to leave my presence alive and sane as humans. So you can either choose to die, or allow me to make you insane, or take your chances with the Monster forces we will summon here tonight.”

“What?” Beth asked.

“Monsters,” said Amy, “No way I'm going nuts anymore than I am now, and truth be told, life seems way more interesting with Magic Girls and Monsters.”

Beth looked at Amy, and there was some communication carried out with subtle micro gestures and flickering eyes, that no one else understood, then Beth said, “Ok, Monsters.”

“Ok, but understand that in the highly unlikely chance that none of them turn you into Monsters, you will need to either die by my hand, or insanity, or pass through the portal and take even greater chances in the Monster universe.”

Beth took her hand. “Ok,” Amy said for them both.

“We will need a token of your good will. Please, all of you, hold out your hands and I'll poke your finger with the tip of my claw, your blood will be your bond that we will go by our agreement, so far, laid out.”

It now released the gun entirely and stood. Amy saw Mark tensing, and imagined that he was toying with the idea of shooting it again, but clearly this thing was more powerful than a bullet, and Mark clearly figured that out. She saw him relax and he held out his hand and closed his eyes, “Come on girls, let's get the grisly part done.”

Amy put out her left hand and saw Beth put out her right. They turned toward each other and Amy closed her eyes. And then she heard a whooosh and two painful pricks on her index and pinky fingers. “Ouch!” Amy and Beth both said. Mark took it like a man.

“Very well,” the thing said, “Now it took several hours to coax your wife's soul into her new body there but SHE will be far easier. Please step back a bit.”

The now tiny horned rabbit reached into the sheet and pulled out the blue gem. He held it in front of him and then a shard of it seemed to separate and grow and soon became about the size of a very fancy wedding ring. Then suddenly it formed a tiara of silver and almost as fast, a faint outline seemed to coalesce beneath the tiara. After a few moments, it was clearly a naked but fuzzy like out of focus human kid and looked younger than her sister had looked. She guessed four or five years old. Then with a pop, she was there material, her eyes closed.

Amy recognized the face as that of her first and only boyfriend Pete, with the same longish cropped shoulder length blond hair he'd had when they were little. But he, she was missing her, little penis. Finally a thin see-through blue-tinged dress seemed to drop out of nothing above and form itself around his/her body. It looked a little like the genie's dress from the old TV show I dream of genie, but with much less mystery, since Amy could still see Pete's little girl parts through the fabric.

“I name you Peadora,” said the rabbit thing. Pete looked up at it, fear in his/her eyes.

“Don't kill me,” Pete said, in the most adorable scared little girl voice. Which caused him to start and then look around and then down at his dress and then to physically jump back, and fall on her butt.

He/she was alive and the cutest thing, Amy couldn't resist declaring, “How cute!”

Pete looked … up at Amy and then back at herself, and said, “Holy shit, I'm a girl?” Again in a cute little girl voice.

“You're a Magic Girl, you're My Magic Girl, Peadora,” declared the rabbit thing. Amy looked at it. It had one of it's hand on the blue crystal and the other was behind it's back, like it was touching Pete's old dead body. The thing continued, “And you are now very strong compared to what you used to be. You could lift any of your friends over your head easily. You also can't die unless you break that crystal in your tiara, and get physically killed at the same time.”

Mike said, “Wait! I shot Magic Girl Cindy in the side, not in her head, how did she die?”

“Her name was Magic Girl Chasta, and she'd taken off her tiara and was holding it at her side while she slept.”

Pete scampered back to his/her feet and said, “Cindy? – Shit, I'm still a girl.” She started pinching her arm while saying, “Wake-up-wake-up-wake-up.”

“You're wide awake Peadora, now Pay attention,” it commanded … and she did. He did.

“Wait, how come I have to pay attention like that. You controlled me!”

“You're My Magic Girl Peadora, and I can get your attention easily, but I can only really command you for simple things like that. You're your own powerful person now, ready to fight Monsters. And close Monster portals and maybe make friends with a few Monsters that you like.”

Mike spoke up, “Just listen to the thing, Pete, he'll help us bring back Cindy.”

“Peadora!” it said.

“Cindy?” cute she-Pete asked.

“Yeah, listen, I shot where you told me, but what I shot was Cindy returned from the dead, but sleeping.” He turned and pointed out her body lying there.

“Oh no,” she-Pete said with the most adorable face as she rushed up to Cindy, “She looks just like when we were kids.” Then she was crying.

“I think it'll be ok,” Amy said touching she-Pete on the shoulder.

She looked up with watery confused eyes, then rolled them crying stopped. She sniffed once more then turned to look up at Mike, “How can we save her?”

“Ok, so like he's saying, he's some sort of Magic entity that makes people into little magic girls to fight monsters. But some how to pay you for risk of fighting monsters, he gives you a wish, and he gave Cindy a wish too, and she wished to spend forever with me. So the one way he can do it is kill me and stuff my soul in that blue crystal he's carrying which is where Cindy's soul is now.”

“Damn, that's not fair, and that's not saving either of you,” she-Pete said and Amy just felt she was too damn cute.

“Right, so he's got another plan. Which is he's going to open a special door to the Monster world, and Invite several big-wig's up so that they will get the chance to suggest what monster they want to turn Cindy into, and some of these mucky-muck monsters will hopefully turn Amy and Beth into Monsters too, and then you'll use your Magic Girl powers to make Cindy Amy and Beth into friendly Monsters, and then Cindy will turn me into an Incubus, and the Monster guests will return home and you'll use your Magic Girl powers to shut the door.”

“Riiiight,” she-Pete said, then she cocked her head a bit. “I guess that's better than being a disembodied soul in a gem.”

“Plus,” the horned-bunny said, “You get your wish Peadora, that I will never force you to leave.”

Amy shot a glance at the thing, but it was clearly a wasted effort. Then she noticed it was definitely bigger. Maybe 3 feet tall? Doubled in size while Mike was explaining?

“You got bigger.”

“I did, and I will continue to do so before I invoke the summoning, because should I appear at all weak, you will get the worst of offers from the Monster lords.”

“Ok, what the fuck is this about you all turning into monsters?” she-Pete asked, “And you,” she said pointing her cute finger at Mike, “Into an Ink-Cube?”

“Peadora, your friend Mike explained fairly succinctly, but the essentials are all there, Mike's wife will become a monster so that she can turn Mike into an … incubus … a powerful magic mana man who will be as immortal as she. And because Beth and Amy have seen too much, they either become Monsters, because the Monster Lords choose it, or return to the Monster Universe, or I must kill them or make them insane.”

“Da-fuck?” she-Pete said, looking adorable swearing in her youth.

Amy chuckled, “That thing over there is actually on our side, and so are you now, a protector against monsters.”

The thing said, “Please, my name is Dyeti.”

“Ok, Dyeti,” Amy said, repeating the name in her head, something about seeing Magic-Girl Pete was make her trust the Rabbit – Dyeti more. “Anyway, don't you worry. You'll just have 3 Monster friends and we'll have wonderful adventures.”

“You know I'm not really a five-year-old kid, Amy. Don't patronize me.”

“You are indeed a girl child now, Peadora,” said Dyeti, “But your age is relative. And above all what starts tonight will surely be a grand series of adventures.”

Beth spoke up, “What do we have to do, Dyeti, to prepare for your Monster doorway?”

“Nothing I'll be ready whenever Peadora is ready.”

“My name is Pete.”

“WRONG.” Dyeti yelled. “Come over here Peadora, and look at Pete.” She-Pete took obviously unwilling steps toward Dyeti. When by his side she gasped. Dyeti continued, “He died under my claw and I've used his flesh to restore myself since your friend shot me. You are Peadora. You are My Magic Girl. And you are a tiny girl human form for the foreseeable future.”

Everyone was quite, but Pete … Peadora had gone pale looking at her … his old corpse.

“Now, I appreciate a good joke, any old regular time, but this time is not a time for your sarcasm. You are about to be faced with 3 or 4 of the most powerful beings in the Monster Universe. They will be here under truce, they won't attack you tonight, but if you act like anything other than a powerful Magic Girl, you will make yourself a target to them.

“Tonight, you would be wise, to be very quite, and say little, or nothing at all while our guests are here. The deal we're working on will impact all of us for much of our up coming lives. It is as important as the rest of this day has been. So please, accept that you are Peadora, you are My cute Magic Girl for now, but with my help, perhaps in around 40 or 50 years, you'll understand your magic enough to change your form more to your liking. So tell me, what is your name?”

Chapter 3; Peadora (Magic Girl)

Chapter 3: All's flair in love and war.



Everyone stayed quiet. Pete's body was in front of her, somewhat skeletal now looking like something half devoured by scavengers and rats. The parts of her that had been Pete was still in her, but she wasn't that man anymore. Peadora turned and faced her friends, she knew that thing Dyeti was right, her life was completely changed and not only wasn't she a man anymore, but she was the same girl self she'd imagined herself to be while masturbating, more times than she'd ever admit to anyone when she had been a man. She felt a resolve form in her mind, and she stated loudly, “My name is Peadora, Monster Guarder Extraordinaire!” She put her right hand up and her left hand to the left and lifted her left leg in front of her and she saw and felt bright light coalesced around her hands.

Beth gasped, and Mikes eyes were wide. She didn't know where the 'monster guarder' bit came from, and the light had been pure accidental magic, but it felt good. It felt powerful.

“Good, now you must choose a weapon from these.” Dyeti opened his smock and out flew 5 tiny items glowing with sparkles, each looking like toys about the size of a Rubik Cube or a bit bigger. Her friends moved forward, closer, to see. A tiny cute pink Hammer, a powdered blue colored slightly curved wide Sword, a yellow and green flowery Pistol, two tiny brown Boots with metal sparkle flanges, and a long gray Staff with a crook at the end.

“They're tiny?” she asked.

“Easier for me to carry them around. You pick one and it will grow to be what you imagine it to be.”

“Boots?” Peadora half asked.

Mike said, “Maybe you kick Monsters with them?”

“Exactly,” said Dyeti, “If you choose that weapon.”

“Are there any other choices?”

“Well, a few more.” Out floated a feathery Bow and quiver of Arrows, a bright white Spear, a purple Flail that had heart star and moon shaped protrusions instead of simple spikes, a pair of tiny Daggers one yellow the other red, and a magic wand with a big heart on the top that glowed pink.

“Should I try to be cute? Or dangerous? Or what?”

“If you can't decide,” Dyeti said, “close your eyes and reach out with both of your hands for the items. The two you grab will be the best suited for you, then you only need to decide which.”

“Ok,” Peadora said. She closed her eyes and reached out her hands and her left hand grabbed the boots and her right hand grabbed the heart wand. “Oh!” she said, as the boots got bigger to just her size, their color changing to match the light blue of her dress, while the metallic tassels became shorter but still around an inch long dangling from the top edge of the boots and alternating silver and gold. And then the rod of the wand also changed to a pastel blue with several gold and silver circular bands going around and the pink heart at the top grew to hold two perfectly fitted stones one a pretty light red and the other a light blue stone.

“These Boots kick ass, and the wand has Pink and Blue for my sexual confusion.” She saw everyone staring at her, but she wanted both. “Can I have both?”

“If you can wield them both, than you can name them and they're yours.”

She knew what to do, somehow it was in her, “This is my heart wand Love-All,” she said holding up the wand. It gleamed as if in response, two brilliant beams of light emerging from the lobes of the heart and forming a spiral shooting upwards. She took one more look at the boots and the right one turned pink, then she proclaimed “And these are my boots Gender-Storm.” As she said it she floated in the air and the boots slipped from her fingers and onto her feet. Feet that had been bare all this time, and she hadn't noticed, were now just so comfortably covered. And they were pretty little boots too.

“Very good, Peadora. You have great potential if you can wield 2 of my items within the first hour of your creation. Now because I have promised not to take you away, there are several gifts I will give you. The first is that Pete will be forgotten by your family, by your friends not in this house and by society.” Dyeti paused and looked at the rest of them, “I will provide the same benefit to to all of you who survive this night.”

“That's a gift?” Peadora asked, it sounded cursey to her.

“Can you imagine trying to explain to your brother, or your parents, your coworks, how you are suddenly a young girl?”

She tried, imagining walking up to her brother, her dad, her boss … yeah that would be a problem. “No way... So, Ok, gift happily accepted.”

“Next, I will have this house turned over in ownership completely to your friend Mike, and provide you with a small amount of money enough to run the house reasonably well.”

“Ok, that's nice.”

“Next, touch the gem on your forehead and try to think of being normal.”

Peadora did so. Her wand turned immaterial as did her boots and the see through dress pealed up past her body leaving her completely naked and finally the tiara turned immaterial as well. “Ok,” she felt the sarcasm rising, but she managed to keep it mostly at bay, “fastest way to strip ever.”

“You'll need to have regular clothes on but your transformation will allow you to pass as a regular human girl. To return to Magic Girl status, simply touch your forehead and think of being special.”

She started to lift her hand up to her forehead and paused a bit away from it and looked over at her friends. Peadora saw a funny look in Mike's eyes.

When they'd been boys together about this age, Peadora (then Pete) had figured out how to feel good by rubbing his little boy penis. Sleeping over at Mike's house, he'd started having homo boy-dick against boy-dick sex with Mike. For about 2 months, through the summer, nearly every night or every other night either he was sleeping at Mike's house or vice versa. So every night and many times during unsupervised afternoons or even mornings, they were rubbing their penis against each other. It continued until one day when Mike had told him 'If you were a girl, instead of a boy, we could do it some more.'

That ended their homo sex play. But the words sank in. And that night he'd gone to his bed, and imagined that he was a little girl and that Mike was his little boy self, and Mike was rubbing on him. Pete, at that time didn't know the difference between a boy and a girl, but he imagined that little girls just had different clothes, it was the best he could. Later that same summer, he learned what little girls looked like with Amy. But that fantasy, modified by knowing what little girls actually looked like down there, was his principal masturbation fantasy ever since.

All the way from a boy in kindergarten and later even through to adulthood, even last night. It was always Pete as a little girl with Mike fucking her. In his fantasies, Pete as a little girl was always the same little girl she was right now, but Mike had grown, in his fantasies, aging with reality. So, he'd actually pictured Mike like that fucking her like this.

A smile crept onto her face. Peadora just knew she'd get her fantasy sometime soon. And with that she felt very special, and she finished reaching for her forehead. As before lights and colors dropped around her forming first her tiara, then ribbons sliding down to make her dress, then pop the wand and the boots.

“Excellent Peadora,” Dyeti said, he was now grown to the size of Mike, about 6 feet tall, “that's all the gifts I have for you now. Is everyone ready for me to do the summoning?”

The whole room stared at Dyeti, and then he said, “Very well, let's remove the sheet of Mike, Peadora.”

Peadora came to the sheet, there was only dust left. She scooped it up and half ran it over to the laundry closet, reveling in how cool it felt to be little. So much energy!

She returned and saw her friends looking at her, “What, it's cleaned up.” Amy smiled, Beth looked concerned and Mike looked confused.

“If you please, you three,” Dyeti said, waving at the adults in the room, “Please stay right beside Chasta, and do not speak unless spoken to, your very lives and futures depend on it. Now stand at my side Peadora.”

She moved over to stand beside Dyeti, summoning a tiny glow from inside her wand.

The blue crystal formed another shard, this was a green shard. The shard opened up into an outline of green in the shape of a small diamond, inside the colors flowed. Dyeti said, “Look at this and recognize how it feels.” Peadora realized she was looking through a tiny window to the Monster universe. Then she could sense something wrong about it, it was as if something sound was being pulled apart and that door was the remainder left behind. The door got larger, and she could sense the energy radiating from inside. It was writhing, sexual ... it was horny? And then Dyeti, as if reading her thoughts said, “Yes, exactly, that is the Monster nature now.”

The doorway portal was now perhaps a foot per side, there was all kinds of sexiness beaming out of the hole, and she thought she could tell some was perfectly appropriate. “It's not all bad?”

“No, but the monster nature of that drive is the dangerous part. The extent of that drive here would be unstoppable without your help at diverting or ending it.”

“Ok.”

“You'll know the difference between the good and the bad based on that emerald flow, as in the edges of the portal, your friends can't see it, to them the portal has no border, but you have the sense of that wrongness, to you it will always appear that sickly green glow.”

“I feel it, and see it.”

“You'll be able to sense it at great distances too. Ok, I've opened up to the only slightly Monster touched from this world first.”

The doorway expanded to reach floor and ceiling changing from diamond shape, to hexagonal as the top and bottom points were flattened against the ceiling and the floor. The colors showed they were clearing up, showing the portal moving through the other dimension, now in a cloudy place and then buildings of marble with gold trim. “Heaven?”

“Yes, the Monster world was once more balanced then ours is now, but something happened that upset the balance of power. Their chief God who designed the system has been working hard to fix it, but the flaw was built into the beginning of his system based on an assumption that his/her son would always be able to conquer the daughter of evil. This, though, was not true some 970 years ago.

“And that Green Monster glow took on a more dangerous meaning for their world, and hence for ours. The Gods there had no idea of the extent of the damage until their new Demon Lord managed to corrupt the very fundament of Heaven. But their world had a pantheon of Gods, who still exist, though in a weakened state. We now approach the weakened realm of their gods. One moment.”

Peadora could sense something moving from her master Dyeti into the portal, it felt like a message, but she couldn't understand it's content. But before she had much time to think of it, the portal was suddenly in front of a well endowed woman in white robes, with golden trim with gorgeous blond hair full of twirls and twists that flowed about, and behind her a faint outline of ethereal wings. She was clearly well shaped under her robes, and in other situations might be called beautiful, but she wore her face like a Halloween mask of terror, grimacing. She looked war-worn, beleaguered and not at all in the mood for a nice chat. Still she stepped through the portal and was in front of them.



“Serancia, Arch-angel of Ares.” As soon as he said this, the portal seemed to be moving again, away from Heaven.

The woman Angel's eyes bore into Peadora, “Dyeti, I see your new girl here, is she the one?” Peadora could see the green emerald glow on her like muck trying to mar the pretty white robes. Even as she looked it thinned and disipated.

“No Serancia, but she is nearly as powerful, or possibly more so, and she was under my nose for several years. How is your heavenly host maintaining?”

“Since last we spoke, weakening by chips and dings regularly, only the power of prayers keeps many of the weakest of us from succumbing to the desire. I love visiting your world where simply existence is enough.” Peadora saw that the greenish malice was almost gone from her.

“Our old agreement may be improved upon,” Dyeti said teasingly, “It will require your power as an oath-binder and truth seer, and perhaps you'll need to provide a bit of revelation.” The archangel nodded, her demeanor looked better as the green was mostly gone. Dyeti continued, “Sadly, the day has come that I have to build a liaison with one of the factions from your world that can honestly provide a few monsters in this world, and allow her an incubus.”

Serancia turned and directly looked at Mike and the girls. It was not a kind look, and Dyeti continued, “In your capacity as an archangel, you can make an offer that would allow representation here, so in addition to your honesty, you would be representing both Ares and Eros versus the other Monster factions.”

“Who will you invite?”

“I have a one way channel open to 18 majors from your world, the only other non-monster supporting would be from the Fey, Yelsia, of Brolock.”

“She is a good choice, one of the few Fairy who has lived long enough to build a real personality,” Serencia said. “I imagine the rest are various factions of Posiden, the fallen god, or the Demon lord.”

“Indeed, I will open the offer for a permanent embassador to them costing the controlled monsterization of a willing person, on our side, but requiring the approval of a human male to become incubus, to represent them here to me. I can only accpet 3 or 4 of them, before the tenacity of my connection would violate Sigma.”

Serencia nodded, as if she knew what 'Sigma' was. Peadora knew she'd ask about it soon. “I understand what you would do, but you said you would improve our agreement?”

“In addition to your personal guarantee of 1 week per year here, I will offer you up to a week at a time additional here, in local garb, every month. You will have the option to send another in your place, provided, that Peadora here can clean them once they arrive --”

“Done,” she said fiercely.

“Very well, to begin tomorrow.”

“I know just who to send.”

“Very well, I will send my invitations now, you might take on your divine aspect Serencia.” And she did, she glowed white and pure, the last of the emerald was gone from her, her face was cowled by the glow, so her features were undiscernible.

Again Peadora felt the communications flying out into the portal which now seemed to be hovering over a strange forest. Then zooming down to an area near a small brook with mossy rocks and grasses and … fairies. One woman stood there, looking out at them and she nodded, then stepped through the portal.

A Voluptuous but vapid eyed woman with a large bosom, and flowers in her hair. Her pointed ears were not like Tolkien elves going up, or Spock ears, rather they were pointing straight out almost 4 inches from her head. Brilliantly colored fairy wings grew from behind her back and two green tinged horns just peaking out of the locks of her golden hair. “Yelsia, Titania of the Fairy Kingdom of the Western Lombard forest.”

She said nothing, but anyone who was watching her carefully would notice how her eyes traveled around the room. Peadora saw the emerald in her, it was deep in her, but it was controlled, contained somewhat by what seemed to be a gray or pastel blue energy, Peadora knew it instantly as the energy of the Fey. She decided to ask after all this, how she knew it was fairy energy.

Yelsia said, “Who?”

“The one you will convert lies there,” pointing at Cindy's child body, “but her soul is safe here,” Dyeti said indicating his blue crystal.

“And the man to be the incubus?” Dyeti nodded, and then Yelsia did too.

Again the portal had been moving, it seemed Dyeti could control many things at once. The portal was flying high and fast over the land and was now lowering down towards a fantastic looking castle, painted in red and white and black. Then on a high parpet of the castle, where there stood a little girl in a red and white dress. She seemed to be eight or nine years old. Her fairly long red hair swooped back and forth as she walked through the portal. The emerald nature of her was shocking, it hammered at Peadora enough that her wand glowed slightly in response. The creature was clearly not human, though it masqueraded as such, carrying a fairly large red heart shaped pillow in front of her with both hands.

“Queen of Hearts, representing the Demon Realm of Wonderland,” Dyeti said as introduction. Then as she curtsied slightly to Dyeti, she moved her pillow away from in front of her and exposed a section of her dress that was curiously missing anything around her crotch. Which gave all in the room a view of her childish charms.

Peadora then understood that Lewis Carroll might have been writing about this wonderland in the Monster world.

The girl returned to standing with a giggle and said, “Of course, Dyeti Philistine. You know I have a thing for rabbits.”

She then looked over the room, “I like your new girl, and I like your offer.”

“It will not be for me to decide, but for him.”

“Handsome man,” she giggled. Peadora felt the monster queen's emerald nature surging, and stepped forward, the glow in her wand increasing. “All-right, all right I'll play by the rules this time,” she said.

The portal was now over a darkened ruin of a village, where weeds and saplings were growing through out the abandoned streets. And then over a line of people in the otherwise abandoned village which lined up to a house that stood pristine, lanterns lit and filled with what seemed to be all the village people. And then inside and to a room where a Man was fucking a young fourteen or fifteen year old girl. The girl pushed the man aside and stood, her white clothes materializing around her. Another young girl about the same age, all but naked but floating over a black amorphous sphere of power floated behind her as they walked toward the door.

They crossed through the portal, the young teen girl looking immaculate as if she hadn't just been in the middle of fucking. But her clothes were only a wide brim hat and the shere summer dress she had on. She had no shoes on, but she was a beautiful she-demon with blue-white wings, horns, tail and hair. Briliant piercing red eyes seemed to draw more attention then the rest of her. Peadora looked her body over, she had a very slightly gangly look and the smallish breasts of a young teen, far from the gigantic fairy lady's style, but they were visible enough. And the floating thing followed her on its black sphere. The blackness contuously growing and shrinking away tentacles of darkness. The growing writhing tentacles, which moved about sexually against the floating girl, seemed to take on a bluish tinge as the approached the clothed demon-girl. As if the blue-whiteness of the girl wouldn't let them stay black. Dyeti announced, “ Agatha Lateria, Illim commander of the Demon Lords Army in the High Plains .”

A sublime smile graced her lips, as she said, “I knew your invitation would include me.” She turned to look at the Queen of hearts and said, “Elder sister.”

The Queen of Hearts said, “Younger sister.”

Peadora could feel the level of power, clearly the Queen of Hearts was the most corrupted and powerful force of Emerald, but she also contained other types of powers in her. The new commander teen girl was the same, though less Emerald in her. Below both of them was the floating girl on the black blob, she had less power but everything of her was Emerald. In fact Peadora could feel the universe pushing against that thing. Far down the scale was the Fairy lady.

The teen then took a look at everyone in the room, some how, Peadora felt her reaching into her mind, and then she said “I understand everything about the situation.”

The portal was over the sea, and then in the sea and then it was showing a Mermaid of sorts, wearing clothes over her top, she swam to the gate and out, a small deformation formed a small container of water for her like a swimming tank, this had blue power and was clearly being provided by Dyeti, who then announced, “Caly Sea Bishop of Poseidon.”

“Dyeti, Archon of this realm,” the mermaid said. She had the Emerald in her but also a wild dark blue that seemed to weaken and strengthen when stronger, it dampened the Emerald and vice-versa. “The child body?” she asked.

“Indeed, and the Man will decide.”

“Understood.”

“Very well None other has accepted my offer in time. The five of you represent six powers of the Monster realm. All of which have asked for liaisons and ambassadors in the past. You are now all going to compete for the chance at this now in the form of this man. You shall each offer to convert this man's dead wife, Chasta, into a Monster within your power to create. Her soul is safe here in my crystal, so our magics combined will both reanimate her, and on your part, convert her to a Monster from your universe.

“Peadora, my powerful magic girl will repress much of the monster nature in her, preventing an outbreak here. In due course, she will still convert her husband to an incubus, and once converted, he will be able to travel to your realm and back as proxy to direct meetings between us. However, you will need to provide your best offers because he will be the one choosing amongst your offers and you'll want him happy.

“As a consolation for those who are not picked, with my blessing, you may convert one of these two women to Monsters. While they won't be full ambassadors, they will be able to help represent your faction to me, and should thing work out with this, I may grant them their own incubus, though that is not guaranteed.

“The form of bidding, will be thus, each of you will go in turn, until you have quit bidding, or until you have made 3 offers. At which point, this man will choose from the offers. Serancia, archangel of Ares is here representing both Ares and Eros, and she will be binding you to Oath of honest presentation, and providing the human Mike with revelation to show each choice 3 years out, and 10 years out.”

As she watched the women or girls nodding, Peadora just noticed that every one of the monsters were female. Then Serancia spoke, “I invoke the Oath of honesty, to your following presentations this night, none may will fully lie, or even obscure important information for the making of decisions and should they do so they will smack their own faces, agree to this, all present.”

“Agreed,” said Agatha, the teen demon girl.

“So quick sister, Agreed as well,” said the Queen of hearts.

“I too agree,” said Serancia.

“I agree,” said Caly.

With a sigh, Yelsia said, “Oh alright, I agree.”

Then Serancia said, “and you and your girl as well, Dyeti.”

Then Agatha said, “Them too” pointing at the humans.

Mike, Amy and Beth quickly agreed.

Serancia then raised her arms and a yellow glow flooded the room quickly then dissipated.