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In a small apartment in a small town with a fat woman and a genie: "This is stupid, YOU'RE stupid!" "Now you are the one that made the wish." "No, no we are NOT doing that whole "Careful what you wish for" BS! My wish was so stupidly simple and straightforward!" "'I wish I was the fattest woman in the world' were your exact words and I have done just that!" "By turning every other woman skinny! That SUCKS, I'm only 200 pounds!" "I'd say that is a huge accomplishment for health across the world." “So many reasons that’s just wrong, including the fact that there are people like me who WANT to be fat!” “Then why not just ask for food you pig?! What benefit do you see in being so horridly huge, that you have to ask THE ALL POWERFUL WISH GRANTER to make you fatter than the natural bounds?!” “Oh shut up, it’s not like you care what wish I make anyway! I'm sure with another wish you'd find a way to just straight up kill humanity or something!" "Hey now I understand you're

The three girls, Rin, Valeria, and April walked (waddling for Valeria) together on their way back to the meeting point. It was only a few minutes after they had started their journey that the group had heard a rustling sound coming from a bush next to them, "Did you guys hear that?" April was scared. "It's probably nothing April, just keep *HUFF* walking." Valeria replied. And so they did just that. Nobody had realised that a little Squibby had popped out of the bushes and began following behind them, with it's eyes on one person. "So, what do you think the next room is gonna be Val? I'm hoping it's a gummy room! Or- or maybe an ice cream room!" April started salivating. "Ooo I don't know! Maybe a marshmallow room? I guess we'll have to just wait and see." Valeria had to admit, she really wanted to see what the next room had in store for them. "God I fucking hate this, can you guys just- OUCH!" Rin was cut off by a huge slap to her cream-filled ass cheeks! "What the fuck?" Rin questioned with a hand on her ass, still wobbling from the slap. The cream inside her only made her ass jiggle and wobble ten times more. "S- something just slapped my fucking ass!" April and Valeria looked around but saw nothing, they only heard more rustling coming from the bushes. "Well it couldn't have fucking disappeared!" Rin shouted, "Was it one of you fat fucks?!" "No, it wasn't us, I swear! I was watching April and she had her hands on her hair cause she was putting it into a bun. And- and I was assisting her so my hands were occupied too." Valeria said, wanting to say something about how Rin called her a fat fuck while being somewhat chubby herself, but Valeria knew that wouldn't go down well while Rin was angry. From inside the bushes the Squibbies talked to one another, "My turn next! Let me smack that chubby goth bitches fat ass! After what she said about us I'm not letting her off that easily. I'm going to smack that bitches ass so hard it will leave a red mark on those pale butt cheeks of hers." one Squibby devised. The group just carried on walking back to where Squibb said to meet them, right next to the chocolate river, when again, they heard some rustling coming from the bushes. Since they had been hearing these noises throughout their traveling, they took no notice of it. However, just like before, one little Squibby had hopped out and was sneaking up behind Rin... "Ugh, this walk is taking forever." Rin groaned. "Welcome to our world, chubby." April commented. "What did you just say to me?! Are you calling me chubby?!" "Uhhh, no shit? What would you say you are then?" "Oh I'm gonna- Nghhhh!!!!?" Rin was cut off yet again by an even larger smack to her slowly fattening bottom, unsettling the cream floating around in there. "What the fuck?! It happened again!" Rin moaned, still in pain from the smack. "Something keeps fucking smacking my ass!" "Oh hey, look! Squibb's right over there!" April screeched. "You're right! Finally!" Valeria cried. "Oh yeah that's sooo great... Just forget about the fact that my ass keeps getting fucking smacked why don't you..." Rin sarcastically said, still confused about who could've been slapping her fat butt. Squibb noticed them in the distance and told the boys to get ready, "Here we go boys, act natural. Forget I said anything." As the girls were approaching, Jacob and Derek noticed Rin's new appearance and couldn't be happier, "Dude! He was right! Rin has really packed on the pounds!" Jacob giddily whispered to Derek. "I don't believe it..." Derek said, "She might become even sexier than Valeria by the end of this tour if she keeps that up!" "Welcome back ladies! Did you have a splendid time?" Squibb asked with a slight tone of sarcasm in his voice that everyone just mistakenly took as whimsicality. Rin was of course the first one to speak, "No, we didn't have a splendid fucking time!" Rin shouted, "One of your freaks pushed me into a cream river and made me fat!" Rin grabbed an inch of her belly flab to prove it. "And on top of that, something or someone kept on smacking my ass on the way over here!" Rin continued her shouting, "So no, we did NOT have a splendid time!" "Wow, that was a lot." Squibb breathed heavily, "First things first, you called my Squibbies not real earlier. Then I told you they wouldn't like it, so that one is on you, chubby." Squibb poked her gut. "Hey!-" "Ah, ah, ah, I'm not finished my little creampuff." Squibb brought his tone higher as if he was speaking to a little girl, "secondly, the thing smacking that lovely ass of yours was none other than one of my Squibbies. Again proving my point that you should not call them names or do anything to anger them." "What did you call me?" "A creampuff my dear." "But why?" "Well that's what you're slowly becoming of course! You fell into a river of cream and have been ballooning up ever since, what else did you think was causing it?" "I don't fucking know! I just thought it was fattening!" "Oh, it is. Very much so. It's about 50/50 fat and cream inside of you right now. The cream steadily multiplies itself and then simultaneously gets converted into fat." "W- well make it stop! Surely you have a device or something somewhere!" "Haha, of course I do, Rin. But you've been so rude to the others on this tour and rude about my tour itself. I think this should serve as a bit of a lesson for you, don't you think?" "Turn me back! I- I won't be rude to anyone, okay? Just please, I don't want to be fat!" Rin stomped her foot like a little girl having a temper tantrum, this made the cream in her body slosh around, particularly in her belly. She hated being next to someone who made her feel completely and utterly powerless, there was nothing she could do. But more than anything, she despised having to say please to someone, begging someone for forgiveness, "I- I don't deserve this! L- listen, Squibb, I'm- I'm s-" she could barely bring herself to say the word, "I'm sor- I'm sorry." "Tough titties, chubby!" Squibb ran up to Rin and squeezed her cream-filled breasts, eliciting an involuntary moan from Rin as a bit of cream shot out of her tits. "Mmmnngg!!" The others just watched in awe, "D- don't you think that's a little harsh Mr. Squibb?" April began, "I mean, yeah, she was a total dick throughout the tour so far, but did she really deserve all this?" "Oh, trust me girls, when someone acts like this, they deserve everything that happens to them. But don't worry, the torturing is over, unless of course she talks down on my Squibbies again..." "I won't say a thing about them! They- they're real! I get that now!" Rin was truly terrified of Squibb now, and what he could do. "Wonderful! Just wonderful!" Squibb instantly switched back to his bubbly and whimsical self as if nothing happened, "A boat shall be on its way any minute to take us to the next magical room!" Trying to brush off what had just happened, April was getting excited about the next room again. And strangely, Rin was too. This was because she was going to try and find any way possible to get her body back. "Oh, and remember girls, don't eat or drink anything unless I say it's okay, okay?" "Okay." They all said in unison. "We don't want another Bebe situation on our hands now do we?" He spoke while looking over and grinning evilly at Rin and her still growing midsection. She must have put on close to 60 pounds now, and you could easily see it, her belly hanging even further down her thighs while standing, her tits so full with the cream but also fat. Bringing them from a size K to a double K. Her thighs squishing together as a result of simply blowing up too much, that thigh gap Rin obsessed so much over, completely gone. At her tall height of 5 foot 10 inches, she carried the weight quite differently to someone like April for example, whom is 5 foot 1. Yet her ass had became so round and wobbly, much like Bebe's before she- well... yeah... Squibb let out an ear-piercing whistle and after a few seconds of silence, a large wooden boat appeared, floating towards them on the chocolate river.  "Alrighty everybody, hop in!" Rin was hesitant at first, and for good reason. So April actually decided to jump in first and sit at the front, "Ooo, this is gonna be fun!" she said rather loudly as she took her seat in the front. "Be careful now, we don't want anyone falling in the river..." Squibb had his eyes locked on Valeria Alcala, as if, nevermind. Alcala waddled up to the boat and lifted one huge leg up and onto it, causing the boat and therefore April to shake madly, "Uh. . . Mr. Squibb, h-how much weight can this boat hold?" Valeria grimaced as she asked that. "Oh don't worry dear, I spent a lot of time and money perfecting this design, especially for people of your immense size." She then lifted her other fatty leg onto the wooden floor, the boat shaking once more as her full 250 pound weight made itself present. "Jesus, thought that fatass was gonna sink the fucking thing." Rin said under her breath, though Squibb somehow heard her, "Well if you're so skinny Rin, go ahead, see what happens when YOU get on the boat." Rin sheepishly walked towards it. She was a good 60 pounds heavier now than when she arrived. "Here goes nothing. Eh, who am I kidding? I'm perfect, nothing's gonna hap- w- WOAH!-" Rin was interrupted by an immense shaking of the boat once she stepped onto it, it was starting to struggle a little to hold the combined weight of the three fatties. "I- I can't be that big." Rin thought to herself. "My GOD you've REALLY become quite the chubster haven't you Rin?" Squibb chuckled loudly, "Your tummy is so round you're starting to resemble a ferris wheel my dear!" Squibb couldn't hold back his laughter and arousal, "you arrived here an hourglass shape, but look at you now!" Squibb grabbed his cane and poked Rin in her sloshy belly, making her moan once more out of pain and embarrassment. But no words came from her. Rin, for the first time, had no response. She knew she'd put on so much weight that she can no longer deny that she's a chubby girl. Her pale belly spread across her thick thighs once she took her seat near the back of the large struggling boat. Her ass was starting to almost spill off the sides of her seat. Rin was disgusted at how floppy and fat her once modest but perky tits have become, now just drooping onto her still fattening belly. This was nothing however compared to Valeria Alcala of course. Upon taking her seat, her enormous bottom made the wooden bench crack and creek as it made contact with her bulbous ass. "God, I'm so fucking fat." She moaned as she bent over a little to sit down fully, this in turn squeezed her flabby belly rolls together to make it easier for her thighs and ass to be fully seated. Once that tough task was completed, her titanic tummy spread out across her squishy lap like a balloon being inflated, it was that wide. Her ample breasts just sat upon her jiggly belly similar to Rin, though Rin's breasts had far surpassed Valeria's. "Well... I must say, I truly thought I had accounted for some big ones on my tour, but you girls REALLY put this boat to the test!" Squibb was astounded, "This does mean one unfortunate thing for the boys though, as the boat can only hold two more people. That means me, and one other, and since you're both so muscular, you must weigh quite a bit." Squibb continued, the boys starting to worry now, "I'm afraid you'll both have to leave the tour here." he shot them a sly wink. "N- no! You can't do this to us! We won the tickets just like everyone else!" Derek shouted, wavering his golden ticket around. "Yeah! How is that fair?" Jacob asked. "You are simply a health hazard gentlemen. I'm very sorry." Squibb almost sounded sincere for a moment, "SQUIBBIES! Come escort these two boys out of my factory, ensure they are given a gift bag each and some nicer clothing." "On it boss." the Squibbies all said at the same time. Squibb turned back to the contestants with a smile and began explaining where they'll be going, "So, this boat ride-" "BOSS!" a Squibby shouted, interrupting Squibb's speech. "What now?" "There's- there's a girl outside. She's... claiming to have a golden ticket." "Wait. . . the redhead?" "Yep. That's her." "Petite body?" "Uh huh..." "Massive tits?" "Jesus christ, yes! It's her!" "I can't believe I forgot! I was just so enthralled with these wonderful young piggies." Squibb was actually truly shocked this time, "bring her in, bring her in. I know how you and your friends won't like her dress code, so please do not hurt her or anything. Just simply explain to her the clothing rule and escort her here." *~*~*~* Ruby was just now arriving to the tour, she had been held back by HEAVY traffic as everyone had been rushing to see the grand opening of the factory. Ruby can be described as cunning, or evil, as she always speaks in an exaggerated high pitched voice to lure people in. As she arrived, a few small orange skinned men walked towards her and grabbed her by the arm. "Woah- hey! What. . . are you?" she asked, never having seen someone like them before. "Squibbies. Long story, just come with us." They escorted Ruby into the same waiting room the others had been in at the start of the tour, Ruby, much like the others too, had noticed the same window. "Oh my goodness! Is- is that where you're gonna be taking me?!" Ruby faked her surprise as she looked through the window showing a small preview of the gigantic room everyone had been exploring. "Yep! But first, we just have to make sure you understand the dress code for this room." a Squibby started, "I assume you've read the rules?" "N- no, I haven't. I didn't get much time, I only won my ticket yesterday." "Ohhh boy." "What, am I not allowed in or something?" "Well, you're allowed in. But me and my kind absolutely fucking hate your clothes and anything that doesn't look like how we do." "Oh, w- well I'm very sorry. If I had known-" "No, no, it's not too much of an issue. You see, nobody on this tour had read the rules either. You just have to take off all your clothes and you're ready to go!" "You're- you're joking right?" "Deadly serious I'm afraid." "I- everything?" "Yup, every last bit of clothing, please." "So, the others are also completely naked too?" "Ugh, yes! Just hurry up, Mr. Squibb is awaiting your presence." "I can't believe I'm doing this." Ruby started with her tight pink belly shirt, unlike April, Ruby had a flat stomach so she could really rock that look. "You- you're just gonna watch?" "Oh, sorry." Darn, the Squibby almost got away with it! "Thank you." She brought the top up and over her round, fat breasts, just like Rin, her nipples were still very hard from the cold. Before her top was fully off, she heard some noise, almost like... talking? Through another room, Derek and Jacob were being escorted and had a vantage point on Ruby as she was undressing, "No fucking way." Derek said to Jacob. "Way." He replied. They couldn't believe their eyes, they may have been into chubby girls with bottom-heavy figures but seeing a classic redhead with massive jugs was still irresistible. "We- we could have seen her fucking naked too?!?! Squibb is an absolute genius!" Derek tried to quietly scream, so that Ruby wouldn't hear. "I know, man. Seeing those melons would've been a dream. I mean, they're not Rin level big or anything, but the fact that Rin became a little porker meant that having big tits was kinda a given. But this girl, she's tiny! And look at those things!" Derek was feeling a growth down below again as he watched the top fully come off of Ruby's huge milk makers.  They quickly hid away as Ruby's eyes became uncovered by her shirt being taken off. Her tits jiggled a little but were still constricted by her large bra. "M- my bra too?" she worriedly asked, her fake facade falling apart as she knew deep down what the answer was. "Rules are rules." She just groaned and began taking off her size double G bra. Undoing the clip made her mounds quickly push out and wobble freely. To avoid too much embarrassment, she quickly finished the rest of her undressing, luckily she was only wearing some yoga pants and loose panties. "Alright, I'm done. You can look now. Wait, why did I even make you look away when I'm going to be naked in the end anyway?" "Habit. Most people tend to do that too, don't worry." Ruby and the Squibby made their way into the chocolate room, Ruby immediately snapped into her fake bubbly excitement. "Oh my god! This is SO awesome!" "Mr. Squibb is just over there by that big boat." "You're telling me I don't get to explore this wonderful room? C'mon!" "You were too late. Go to Squibb." Ruby was secretly very happy to go straight to the group, she can start 'making friends' with them right away. "Hey everybody! I'm Ruby!" she jumped with joy, "Nice to meet you all!" Rin whispered to the others, "Wow, the tits on her. Almost as big as mine are." "Oh, no that's not very true now is it, Rin? Yours are large because you're a fat fuck filling with cream, remember?" Squibb brought her back to her humiliating reality. April stuck out her chubby hand, "Hey Ruby! I'm April!" "Pleasure to meet you April!" Ruby hated her already, why was everyone so happy? They're all naked on a boring tour. Valeria just stayed put on her bench, it would be too much effort to heave her massive form up and out of the chair just to shake someone's hand, "I'm Valeria Alcala, sorry we're meeting under these... circumstances." she looked down at her fat gut as she said that. "Holy shit! What a fucking porker! She's got the widest ass I've ever seen!" Ruby said in her head as she looked at Valeria. "N- nice to meet you too Val! Can I call you that? I just LOVE cute little nicknames!" "Sure, that's fine with me I guess." Valeria replied, something seemed off about this girl. She was almost TOO happy. "Wasn't there supposed to be another girl Mr. Squibb?" Ruby asked, wondering where Bebe was, she had done her research on the contestants before-hand. "Well. . . she's kinda... gone." Valeria replied. "Gone? Like exited the tour?" "No she's still in the factory, just... not able to finish the tour." "But what about her shows? Her career? Her life, even? She's a freaking celebrity you know?" Rin stood up, feeling the cream inside her slosh about from the sudden movement, "Listen, Bebe Rexha said Mr. Squibb's workers weren't a real species then she picked one up and threw him like a ragdoll across the grass. Then a bunch of them ganged up on her and pinned her down. One grabbed a cup of chocolate from the river and forced it down her throat. She then, uh... became a sort of. . . fat chocolate ball person? She basically blew up like a balloon with chocolate and fat." "What the fuck. Squibb is this true?" Ruby was truly surprised, she hadn't expected this level of insanity from the tour. She could barely hold her act together anymore. "Yes, but I warned her. So it's her fault really." "Okay, how about you babe?" Ruby pointed at the goth, "How come I could hear your belly gurgling and sloshing about as if there's something liquid in there when you stood up? And how come your face and arms are so slender but your stomach and ass are so fat? That shouldn't be possible right?" "Same thing as Bebe basically. I spoke badly about Squibb's workers so one pushed me into a river full of heavy cream and in my attempts of trying not to fucking drown, I swallowed quite a bit of the creamy and delicious stuff. In fact, I can still taste it in my mouth right now." "T- that's not going to happen to me, right Squibb?" "Oh I hope not my dear. As long as you follow the rules you should be okay!" "Should?" Squibb gave no response, just a slight grin towards her. He quickly moved back onto the others, "Okie dokie then! Let's finally have this boat ride, shall we?" Squibb looked at Ruby and motioned towards the boat, "Come on, don't be shy now." Ruby stepped lightly on the boat, her petite size not adding much strain to it unlike the others. She chose to sit next to Rin, as she was the smallest in size and most like her in terms of personality. Obviously if possible she'd sit next to somebody skinny and healthy, but everyone on the tour is just so large! "Wow, we can finally get the wonder boat going! How exciting!" Squibb happily cried. "Wonder boat? "Just another one of my fun little names for things, wouldn't want to be a boring billy now would we?" The boat started off slow, despite the fact that it's made out of wood, it's completely operated by mechanics Squibb had installed. "W- woah! This boat goes pretty fast!" April said as she had to hold on for balance. "My dear, this is just the starting speed, an airplane on the beginning of a runway if you may." Squibb revealed. "But won't we get splashed with the chocolate from the river?" Valeria worriedly asked. "Oh most certainly my plump dear." Valeria was almost too scared to ask her next question, "W- what happens if the chocolate touches our bare skin..." "Ohhhhh, I hadn't thought about that. . . oops! Your naked skin will absorb the chocolate drops and convert them into calories. I think about one single drop is like, a hundred calories? Yeah that sounds about right." "One? One single fucking drop is one hundred calories? If we get splashed that's like," April paused to do her calculations, she is not the brightest of the bunch, "ten thousand drops! We're gonna be huge! Oh Mr. Squibb you can't let this happen to us, you just can't!" "I'm afraid I couldn't even stop it if I wanted to, it's all automated my chubby darling." As the boat's speed began steadily increasing, it started to shake throughout the whole thing, everyone terrified of gaining any more weight. Especially Ruby, as she still has her incredible body at 130 pounds and 5 foot 6. April noticed something up ahead in the chocolate, a small but noticeable rock in their path. Hitting this rock would inevitably cause some water to make it's way onto the boat. "Mr. Squibb! There's- there's a rock up ahead! What are we going to do?" April worried. "There's nothing we CAN do. I'm terribly sorry." he said with no sincerity at all. They traveled closer and closer to the obstacle, until. . . *BWOOOSHH* the boat made contact with the rock and suddenly a great big wave of chocolate flew into the air, splattering nearly everyone on the boat! April got it the worst however, the majority of the chocolate landed on her pudgy belly. Immediately being absorbed and causing her to gain ten pounds just like that. As she was naked everyone watched her belly slowly push out, her face even caught a drop and making it soften all over. "Oh my god! I- I'm fatter!" April screamed as she finished watching her belly's growth. "Squibb, you have to stop the boat! This is crazy!" Valeria screamed in terror as the ride felt like it was becoming increasingly bumpy. "As I mentioned twice already. It is automated, nothing I can do. Maybe just try to sit back and enjoy the scenery." "How the fuck do you expect me to- oh. oh no-" Valeria was cut off by a small splash of chocolate landing directly on the sides of her ass. Her ass began making strange gurgling sounds, then just seconds later, *GURGLEEE!* her ass let out a huge gurgle and surged outwards, her flabby flesh spilling off the large bench. "My ass!" she cried, watching her fattest asset blow up even further than she thought possible. Squibb had to conceal his largest boner yet as he watched Valeria's naked wobbling bottom increase in size. "This is by far the best tour ever." he spoke to himself, proud of his contestant choices. Yes, he obviously rigged the golden tickets. She only gained about 10 pounds also, but with genetics like hers, it all went straight to her rear, making it most noticeable. Now nearly everyone was jiggling madly as the boat was shaking vigorously through the journey. The boat then came up to a very sharp and sketchy right hand turn, this scared the girls a lot. "Please not me please not me!' April cried. *BOOOSHH!* the boat splashed as it nearly toppled over, the fattening chocolate spraying basically only on one person, Ruby. "For fucks sake." her bubbly high voice nowhere to be found. The chocolate unfortunately had found it's way all over her naked body.  She could feel her stomach and body rumble, like something was getting…added to her. “N- no way I'm ACTUALLY going to get fat right? Th- that can't be possible.” she gasped as she heard her stomach groan, before suddenly, *BWOOOOMPP!* She shrieked as she felt and saw her ass, stomach, and bust, suddenly grow several, if not tens of inches bigger. Her already large G cups swelled up to an I cup, her butt once toned and flat now stuck out like a pair of squishy bowling balls, and her petite, trim abdominals, once the pride of her body, along with her tits, was instantly replaced by a large chocolate-filled belly that actually looked almost bigger than the belly that lay in Rin's fat lap. It wasn't only those parts though, her pretty face looked a little rounder, her arms a little softer too. "I'm- I'm fat!" Ruby loudly screeched at the top of her lungs, looking and feeling over her new flab. "What have you done to me?!" she screamed at Squibb. "Oh come on Ruby, don't act so innocent. I know who you are and what you're here for." what? There's no way Squibb knew about Ruby's actual personality and plan to fake her way into winning the factory so fast. "W- what do you mean?" She acted confused. "You're here to eat candy and explore my factory of course, Ruby Redding!" that was very strange of Squibb to say those things like that, but everyone just shook it off as 'just another Squibb thing'. "PHEW!" Ruby was relieved, she really thought he had caught her out already. "That plumping redhead has no idea! Oh goodie, this is going to be so much fun!" Squibb plotted to himself. Now the only girl who hadn't had much chocolate land on her yet, was Rin. She'd gained a couple pounds from the odd drops here and there. But nothing to really make a big change to her figure. The chocolate may have not made much of a difference by itself, but it started to combine with the cream inside her. This very combination caused Rin to blimp up 30 pounds over the course of the ride, bringing her extremely close to April's hefty weight. Sadly due to her height, Rin wasn't quite as... visually massive as April. But with this new combination happening behind the scenes, she was well on her way there. "Hey, Mr. Squibb, barely any chocolate even touched me, how come I'm so much fucking fatter?" Rin sobbed while looking down at her cream and chocolate filled gut as it shook around due to the boats incredible speed. "You see Rin, the fattening cream inside you has begun combining with the highly fattening chocolate your body just greedily gobbled up. Causing you to gain even more weight." Squibb explained to the filling goth, "Gosh, fatties are just so stupid." He said to himself. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the unbelievably fast boat started to slow down. "Is it finally over Mr Squibb?" All the fatties asked in unison. "Yes, yes, my large ladies, the thrilling boat ride is over." Squibb announced, standing up and looking out at the room they had just arrived in, "Here we are girls! The Perplexing Pear Room! It might sound rather boring, I mean, does anyone really love pears that much? But-"  "I do!" Valeria interrupted. "Ah, really now?" Squibb contemplated for a moment, then upon looking at Valeria's tremendous figure he said, "now that I think about it, that does make sense!" Squibb felt another growth forming in his pants after focusing on Valeria's naked body for too long, "Anyway, as I was saying, this room may not sound like much, but I promise there are plenty of wonders to be found in this humongous room!" He pointed off the boat and at the ramp that was at the ready for each plumper to walk (or waddle) down.  As each girl got up from their seats, a slight chuckle could be heard coming from Squibb. Rin was first, her belly sloshing about and needing to be picked up by her in order to fully stand up. The wooden seat was relieved to have Rin's weight lifted off of it. She slowly walked over to the ramp, and by slow, I mean very slow. Rin was not accustomed to being so. . . fat. Her larger thighs squished against one another as her precious thigh gap had disappeared. Love handles had sprouted at each of her sides and her behind had REALLY ballooned up over the full duration of the boat ride. As Rin had finished walking down the ramp, it was now time for April to get up. Fortunately, she hadn't quite gained as much as Rin on that trip, although her flabby belly still grew bigger. As she stood up, chocolate dripped off her large gut as there was too much of it to be sucked up by her skin. As she slowly waddled to the ramp, April's thighs did the same as Rin's. Just not as loudly due to the cream and chocolate inside of Rin. Next was the great big and fat pear shaped Valeria Alcala. Her bench on the verge of literally snapping. As she put all her might into picking up her heavy body, the bench began creaking extra loudly. Luckily it didn't give way as Valeria managed to somehow get to a standing position, her weight being thrown off from all directions as her belly and ass were simply too heavy for her. In order for Valeria to waddle towards the ramp, she had to hold her protruding gut in her chubby hands as her enormous and wide tree-trunk thighs smashed together. Her voluptuous fat ass jiggling all the way as the entire boat shook from each heavy step. Valeria's gigantic butt cheeks gobbled up the chocolate that was sprayed on them like it was nothing! Only increasing it's insane size. Though her belly was still a force to be reckoned with, "Mmmfff!!" she groaned while still attempting to hold her flabby belly up as she waddled like a penguin down the steep metal ramp. The metal being so cold in contrast to the heating they'd had the luxury of was a surprise. And last, but most certainly not least, the new girl, Ruby. Who had already fallen victim to a pretty big weight increase of 50 pounds in one go. As she stood up, she had a noticeably easier time than the other, having arrived so skinny. Her fat tits gave her a few issues but nothing major. The biggest issue she faced was her once petite belly dripping chocolate all over her already chocolate-dripping thighs! Not only that, chocolate was smeared all over her face as if she'd been gobbling down bar after bar of Squibb's famous 'Squibb Nibs'. She walked over to the ramp, chocolate spilling all over the boats wooden surface, and quite easily walked down it. The other girls were quite envious of how easy it was. Although one thing they were happy about was not being absolutely drenched in chocolate, there was simply too much of it for her skin to absorb. "There we are! Wow, you porkers do take quite some time to walk now don't you girls?" Squibb laughed and the girls just stared at him with their chubby cheeks on display. Ruby's face still covered in chocolate. "Now, let's move on with the tour! Welcome once again to The Perplexing Pear Room!" Squibb happily announced.

Location: Fortress Gori, Hidden Bunker, Union of Evaland. "Hey!" Neya jumped a little when she saw Theo turn a corner in the corridors of the fortress. "Helloooo... It's me, Theodora." Theo greeted her. Right away Neya was suspicious. She too knew well of the Shapeshifters and this Theo was both taller and greeted Neya too differently. But ever the patient tactician, Neya played the long game to her benefit. "I am surprised to see you here." "Shh..." Theo hushed her. "In here." The room which Theo, or at least who Neya suspected to be Theo's copy, had gestured to was another one of a series of many labs where weapons systems were tested. Neya read the sign indicating such, and she obliged the copy by entering first, fully prepared to immediately pounce upon the fake Theo once the door closed shut. Neya entered first, allowing the door to close behind the obvious Theo clone before turning with her hand at the ready to strike, only to have been bested. When Neya turned, she saw the Theo imposter holding her at gunpoint. It was a standard sidearm pistol that the guards carried, and it was aimed at Neya's groin. "A Shapeshifter." Neya muttered when she realized that she was beaten for the time being. "I'm curious as to how you guess it." Theo's copy said. "It's Theo, not Theodora. And you're at least four inches taller than she is. We know eachothers' heights and boob sizes since we're always growing." Neya explained. "I can't seem to get heights right." Admitted YeldoGan who distanced herself from Neya. "You're Neya the Shiqaw." "And you're the cheap dime store knock-off of Theo." Neya mocked her. "And know that I have you caught, where are the children?" Asked YeldoGan. "Children?" Neya repeated. "What children?" "Come now, don't play the fool. The little buggers whom you stole from us. Where are they?" YeldoGan demanded to know as Neya continued to stare blankly at her with her huge blue eyes. "And quit leering at me with those big Shiqaw eyes." Neya did nothing to cooperate, she hadn't even put up her hands while her body was a target for the handgun being pointed at her. In essence, she was pulling a Shamid and refusing to play the game. "No " She said. "What?" YeldGan grunted as she didn't believe that she heard Neya right. "I said no." Neya repeated herself while still staring at the fake Theo. "Wh- What the hell? What's wrong with you?? I can shoot you!!" YeldoGan argued as she hadn't realized that by arguing, she showed herself to be weak and indecisive, a trait that the Shiqaw were skilled at combatting. "So? Are you going to shoot me?" Neya asked her. That was when YeldoGan understood that shooting Neya was not going to win. Better still, Neya had the bright idea to hide the children until she had an escape plan set up. Nothing scared Neya at this point and she was practically daring the imposter to try her. The situation against Neya was looking bleek. "Tell me where the children are!" "I don't think so." Neya calmly rejected the request. "Tell me!" Yelled YeldoGan. "Nope." Neya again refused. A simple strip search was the most basic next step for the embattled fake Theo to take. "Why not search me?" Neya teased her. It was an obvious trap so that Neya could wrest the gun from her. "You stole our sacri- I mean, children. You've hidden them and now you're caught. It's hopeless for you, give it up! You can walk out of here if you just tell me!" YeldoGan tried to offer a settlement to Neya who just continued to stare at her, which was disturbing the imposter. "Okayyy, you can stop fucking staring at me!!" "No and no." Neya refused again. "Fine... You want to play games, Shiqaw... I have a game of my own." YeldoGan snapped as she turned to fixate upon a large Micrazor in the back of the lab that was fixed to the ceiling on a turret, which she intended to shrink Neya down in size with. "A little present from our leader! You'll-" She stopped before reaching the huge gun. The door that led out of the lab was closing shut, Neya had slipped out quietly when YeldoGan had her eyes off of Neya. "Scouts..." Groaned YeldoGan. On the outside, Neya hurried to slip away from the fake Theo until she stumbled upon the real Theo and with tiny Nila perched upon her shoulder grumbling on and on about something irrelevant to her. "Theo?" "Neya! Hey, hey! We finally caught up with you! That's great, I'll let HQ know!" Theo rejoiced before Neya stopped her. "Micrazor?" Neya asked her. "Just me and the little lass, here." Theo pointed to Nila who disliked the moniker. "Nila? Is that you?" Neya inquired when she couldn't believe that she was looking at her former adversary on a mission with Theo and with fairy wings. "Long story." Nila grumbled. "Very long!" Theo agreed. "Problem. I need a gun." Neya said. "Why, what's up?" Asked Theo. "There's a Shapeshifter who looks like you, she has a gun. And she's through the door behind me." Neya explained. "This place is too quiet. If I were in charge I'd have it crawling with guards." Nila mentioned as she bemoaned the lack of patrols, something that Theo couldn't resist countering. "If you were in charge, we would have already beaten you by now." Theo retorted. "Fuck you, Theo!" Was Nila's usual response. "Shall we?" Theo said to Neya. "Let's." Neya answered her. Together the two walked back to the room where YeldoGan attempted to capture Neya. A door to Neya's left slid open and out stepped one of the guards who spotted them. Neya easily slid her hand down onto the holstered handgun and stole it from the guard who immediately shouted in protest. Theo dispatched the guard by reducing her down to size before they disappeared into the lab to face YeldoGan who was seated upon the giant shrunk ray as if it were a vehicle. It did have a seat, impressively. YeldoGan didn't notice the women enter the lab. Theo had very much suspected that it was a ray gun and was in all likelihood a shrink ray. "Micrazor?" She asked Neya. "I wouldn't bet against it." Neya said as she and Theo both held up their guns and pointed them at YeldoGan who had fired up her ray gun. "Now you get your hands up!" "My god, am I that fat?!" Theo questioned Neya when she saw herself sitting at the ray gun. "Just shoot her already!" Nila exclaimed a half second before YeldoGan fired her gun. In an unsurprising outcome, YeldoGan fired a shrinking ray toward Theo and it missed her, but instead it managed to hit Nila who was shrunk to the size of a speck, angered by her misfortune. "Great!! The entire fucking world to hit and she hits me!!" Nila wasn't audible and Theo didn't realize that Nila had been shrunk. She thought it was a miss and when she shifted her position along with Neya, micro-sized Nila fell off of Theo's shoulder and caught herself a few inches above the tiled floor in flight. "That stupid cunt can't even aim a gun and she still hit me!!" She complained. "How about another?!" YeldoGan teased the women before shooting at them with another bean, missing them thanks to the delay between the trigger pull and expulsion of the plasma. The second shot was the last, for Neya shot at her and not only destroyed the machine which was anything but bullet-proof, but also shot the fake Theo several times, killing her in a matter of seconds. "Good going, Neya!" At that time, Theo noticed that Nila was no longer on her shoulder. She could have flown off to a safe spot or attempted to flank the Shapeshifter. But the worst fear on Theo's mind was that the first shrink ray actually struck Nila and now she was perilously small and lost. All the while they tried to find her, Nila had landed on the tile and was disoriented by how massive her new world was. She was far smaller than any bug she knew of, and each step that Theo and Neya took shook the ground so much that it caused Nila to fall over in a loss of balance. "Nila to Theo! Nila to Theo! Watch your step!" Nila called to her through the communicator. "You've been hit?" Theo asked. "I was hit and now I'm in deep shit! I'm by the door!" Nila tried to guide Theo into the right direction. "By the door." Theo said to Neya who followed her. "Hey!! Watch out!! I'm down below!!" Nila called out over the communicator as Theo nearly stepped on her as Nila flew under Theo's boot. "Oh! Sorry!" Theo apologized when she retracted her foot and tried to spot Nila. "Can you see me?! I'll land on the tile by your foot!!" Nila said. "Theo heard the conversation through her communicator and did everything stall for time as the guards held them at gunpoint, deliberately not moving her legs or feet. Finally she heard Nila transmit her success over the air. "Okay, I've reached the lace! I think I can hold on from here!" Nila has launched over the edge of the boot and hurried to reach the lace where she could tuck herself underneath on and hold onto its fibers. Now with Nila secured, Theo and Neya followed the guards at gunpoint. They were aggravated with Theo dragging her feet, however, for she did it to make the ride go easier for Nila. "Pick up those feet!" A guard ordered Theo. "I have a tendon problem." Theo lied. "Nila to Theo, I'm good. Just go with the flow. I completely forgot that I have a Micrazor of my own now, and when it's a good time, I'll just zap myself back and get you out of a bind!" Nila discreetly advised Theo. "Good plan." Wessi responded.

“Forest to a forest, summons to a summons. Even in a life of eternity, I see the patterns of my own habit and behavior like a circle that continues to spiral into familiarity. A serpent eating its own tail.  I might have seen this in my jungle hut before Kueng came with the summons from Hades on behalf of the Lightbringer. But I had spent so many centuries there, forcing my mind to forget all patterns and all memories of my own past. Attempting to starve the flames of rage by which the old god Tezcatlipoca sought to control me. Forgetting all I raged against. Until I was nothing but a hermit buying and collecting my plants and meeting nobody but the occasional indigenous humans who traded for my wares.  But as in the time before, when I was a young angel keeping to myself, Kueng brought word from the Lightbringer—yet again. Only this time, many millennia later, it was not the madness of the Creator that was the direct threat to our people. This time, it was the madness of my former partner and friend, Ammon.  I flew up to enter Heaven by way of cutting through the water in the clouds with my soul. I meandered slowly up the beach while angels watched from overhead. And I placed my hand onto the cool stone of their wall to remember all the pain and the tragedy over again.  The storms, the war, the fall, the imprisonment, and the torture at the hands of the old god. All the while, I barely held onto the sanity I’d painstakingly regained. It took everything within me to know what had happened without reigniting my rage.  Once it was done, I was able to see the circle, the spiral, the self-consuming serpent for what it was as I again descended into Hell.”  –Dufaii “On Heaven’s Champion Volume I” page 3. -O- Dufaii took his hand from the cold stone. It no longer seemed to possess the same power as when he had first touched it to regain all the memories he’d buried. There was no electric tension, no emotion, and no struggle to maintain his composure. Then again … there never had been. It was just rock. All else had taken place inside of him as his mind had flooded with memories. Now, it was all settled. This place … the sunny sky, the pebbled beaches, the infinite ocean, the towering wall … they had no power over him. “Why have you come here?” spoke a familiar voice from behind him. It was the Archangel Michael. “To remember,” Dufaii replied breathlessly, fighting to keep his tears at bay as he turned to face the man he’d once loved. The Archangel Michael was there, only a foot away. He stood straight, with his hand on his weapon. It wasn’t an aggressive stance, just a prepared one. His hair, pale skin, and brown falcon-patterned wings were all just as they had been so many lifetimes ago. Of course, he still stood taller and broader than any other angel. As with Ammon, there were a few cracks in his steel armor, doubtlessly left because they were somehow significant to him. He also had a few more wrinkles around his gold eyes.  Dufaii understood this … he had wrinkles of his own and perhaps looked even older between his wrinkles and the gray streaks in his hair and goatee. He said, “It was necessary, and irrelevant to you or your own. I won’t disturb your paradise any longer.” “It’s Ammon,” Michael said with a harsh undertone. He folded his arms. “Don’t be surprised, we aren’t as blind to the problems of the Earth as you seem to think we are. Nor are we apathetic to their struggles. We are simply limited; the Creator has worked hard to resolve the situation so that it does not end in the starvation or slaughter of your people.” While Dufaii might have once countered with a scathing retort about the loyalists’ apathy and their blindness, he found that he no longer felt the need. The truth was that he had other concerns that paled anything he could have said back. And perhaps … perhaps there was a part of him that still didn’t want to hurt Michael in any way, no matter what. If anything, the only thing left to resist was placing his hand on Michael’s cheek to say goodbye, as he turned and began to walk to the edge of the water.  “You need to leave this matter to the Creator,” said Michael said as Dufaii walked away. “Gabriel and Raphael have a plan laid out to the smallest details to resolve all this with minimal pain to demonkind. And you … you are in no shape to take Ammon on.” Dufaii sighed and turned back around to face the Archangel. “What do you really want to say? You must know by now that I will do what I think best for my people. “I …” the Archangel Michael said, his tone becoming a note quieter when he did. “I know that you will interfere. Every time there’s a perfect plan in place, you throw yourself into the mix and make it far more than it needs to be. Not because you are malicious or stupid, but because you just can’t leave things the hell alone. Believe it or not, don’t hate you anymore. You now know the wound of madness and betrayal as well as I do.” “Maybe … but I kept mine from consuming me,” Dufaii said and shook his head pitifully. “You say that Gabriel and Raphael have a plan. I notice that you aren’t included in it. I suppose I don’t have room to say much, given my own history of excluding you from plans, but I always believed that you deserved better. One day, I hope you feel worthy enough to know the truth … and to be able to meddle inside of matters that very much concern you.” Michael shook his head and turned away. Anger and hurt poured off him like a fountain. It was almost reassuring to know that the Archangel had never found the reason to hide his aura from others.  Dufaii gave one last, longing glance before he too turned and continued along the pebble beach to the surf. From there, he waded into the water until it reached his knees. Then he drew his black sward from its sheath and cut a silvery line into the water. Before it consumed him again in a pocket of light and warmth, he whispered, “Even as I know I would do it all over again, I’m still so sorry I ever hurt you, my dearest Michael.” He was then consumed by the silvery light, the warmth engulfing him.  Quickly, the warmth of the portal was replaced by engulfment in a cold, inky blackness.  Dufaii opened his eyes in the water and saw mostly dark except for a few orange lights far in the distance. Had he not known which one to go to, there was not telling where he would end up. But, as he had traversed this space many times before, he knew immediately the light to aim for and swam to it with his arms, legs, and wings. It was a matter of minutes before he was close enough that the light finally looked large enough to pass through—at which point, he did. Dufaii emerged, launching straight up from the water. He grasped a rock lip and pulled himself out of a small pool, not much bigger than a large tub. When he did so, the water that soaked into his wings, his hair, and his clothing began to rise off him in the form of steam. This steam did not go upward like it would have in the mortal realm; rather, it returned to the pool from which he’d arrived.  It wasn’t long before Dufaii’s skin began to tingle and itch, and for his eyes to dry until it was better not to blink. The old whispers of guilt, shame, fear, and insecurity try to worm their way into his head, until he forced them out with a mental fortitude that had taken many centuries to perfect. Yes, this was the prison to which his kind remained sentenced … this was Hell.  Around him was a cavern that was not much bigger than the interior of a small house. The floor, walls, and ceiling were made of the same featureless gray stone. There were two exits, both deliberately carved to be large enough for a single demon to pass through at a time. It was from one of these that a light shone, illuminating the room so that Dufaii could see. But as he looked at the room that produced the light, he noticed the silhouettes of two winged figures.  The larger of the two saluted the smaller one before the smaller one walked into the cave where Dufaii stood. It was then that he recognized her—General Hades. Her jet-black hair wasn’t long like it had been. Rather it was short with a slight curl that made the ends stand up; her skin, however, was as paper white as it had always been. She stood in shining black armor that bore no imperfections. The main piece was a cuirass with a square design that made her look more solid and perhaps even imposing. Apart from it, individual pieces of thick metal were strapped around her body sparsely to allow for maximum movement. Though it seemed heavy, she gave no indication that it was. Dufaii gave a deep nod, acknowledging her with the utmost respect he still felt towards her.  Hades ignored this and rushed to embrace him tightly. After several moments, she released him and said, “You came back.” “You summoned me,” Dufaii replied. Then, feeling like this was insufficient, he said. “You have my loyalty and my support … always.” “I know, old friend,” Hades replied. She traced his jaw with her hand for just a moment. Then she stood straight, let the warmth vanish from her eyes, and adopted a more official demeanor. “Matters have been increasingly unstable in the years since you went into exile.” “Ammon,” Dufaii said. And though he had to make efforts not to scowl or react emotionally when he said that name, he was able to do so. This seemed a good sign, as it would have been impossible before.  Hades sighed and furrowed her brow. “Ammon is a force which is making the rising dangers an exponentially greater threat. But there’s more. The souls of demons are growing less able to withstand this place. They’re literally crumbling apart, and we don’t know why. It’s like the madness, but those affected just become more withdrawn. Meanwhile, their … progenies—creatures who spawn for the shattered fragments of their souls—are twisted and unintelligent pests that have scattered throughout Hell.” Dufaii’s eyes widened. He thought about this for a moment … it could have only been a matter of time before something like this happened. Demons were not meant for this place. And while drinking the blood of the damned had, no doubt, staved off some of the more dire consequences of imprisonment, they were inevitable. What was more, he didn’t even need to guess how his former partner had used this situation to his strategical advantage. He said, “Ammon … he’s rallying Hell with it, isn’t he? Convincing them that this is part of his apocalypse.”  Hades nodded. “Our people are getting desperate. I truly believe that Ammon would have all of Hell on his side by now, except for the fact that he does not have the support of the Lightbringer—who many demons still perceive as the only chance at winning a war against Heaven.” “So, you haven’t considered joining Ammon?” Dufaii asked with and effort to make his tone free from any sort of judgment.  Hades gave a slow shake of her head. “I would like to be free of this place. I have been hard at work toward the same goal for centuries, rotating every demon suited to fighting into training regiments. Our spies have provided us with the combat techniques and practices used by the guard, and we’re now better … if outnumbered. We even arranged it so that the so-called loyalist now tasked with guarding Hell’s gate on behalf of Heaven is actually one of the young angels who escaped during the rebellion. After so long and after working with the previous incarnation of the Lightbringer, everything is ready for escape. But killing the Creator is simply not possible. We don’t have the numbers; we don’t have the strength.” “My thoughts as well,” Dufaii said, calculating the situation in his head. “And letting half our ranks go on the attack the second we try to leave would be allowing them to be imprisoned here again, this time permanently.” “Which would mean the numbers we would need to defend ourselves after escaping, leaving us at the mercy of Heaven,” Hades said. “What’s more, Heaven is currently not united on its opposition to our freedom. However, a direct attack would rally more loyalists to fight us than just the guard. I have scouts patrolling the abandoned dwellings of the old gods for an ideal fortress to take—far from human eyes. But we need the demons united under the banner of escape and not the delusion of killing the Creator if any of it will have a chance to work.” “You’ve working hard on this,” Dufaii said.  “We only get one chance,” Hades replied and walked to the small pool of black water with orange specks within. She looked at it longingly as she said, “Everything must be perfect. And Ammon’s desperation and his insistence on attacking the Creator will destroy the one and only chance we’ve got. And neither Ammon nor I will compromise on this matter, and I cannot incapacitate him without bringing a civil war to Hell that would destroy us. What makes it even more difficult is that the current incarnation of the Lightbringer is trying to get involved, even from his self-imposed imprisonment.” Dufaii cocked his head slightly. “He hasn’t told you what he’s planning?” Hades shook her head. “No, but whatever the Lightbringer has done and said was enough to bring to Creator down here for an audience with him. It seems that they’ve come to an arrangement—one that Ammon has agreed to honor as well. And, of course, none of them have involved me in any of this. I was hoping to count on you to bring back word, as well as to act as my ambassador.” “As I said, you have my loyalty,” Dufaii said, furrowing his brow. “But … why would they allow for my input and not yours?” Hades shook her head. “I don’t know … and I don’t like it. A meeting between three maddened ones and you … someone they no doubt count on still being under the influence of Tezcatlipoca. According to my spies, not even the Archangels have been brought in on this.  Dufaii shook his head. “As you said … this doesn’t feel right.” “I fear the motions of madness,” Hades said. “Maddened ones bargaining with maddened ones. But I don’t have many options. I need information and all the time I can get to prepare for a war, if it comes. I know that I can count on your loyalty in dealing with this matter.” “Of course,” Dufaii said with another slow nod. He felt undeserving of the trust she had in him but felt its significance, none the less. Hades nodded back, knowing what he meant by the gesture. She then reached into a small satchel strapped to her leg and pulled out a bundled leather parchment, which she handed to him. Dufaii opened the parchment and immediately recognized the map inside. It was not a full map of Hell, but it was a detailed look at the chamber where he now stood, the endless series of tunnels and mazes that had recently been dug to imprison the Lightbringer. One exit led to the city of demons while the other led to the Lightbringer’s prison. And the tunnels truly were endless … it was only by making a sort of mental grid and counting the junction points that Dufaii would be able to navigate himself, even with the map.  Dufaii looked up and said, “It will take a few hours for me to commit all this to memory.” “Abhayananda will take it when you are finished,” Hades said and pointed at the tunnel with light from which she’d originally arrived.  Standing there was a very large male angel with rich brown skin, which black eyebrows, and no hair on his head. He wore heavy plated disc armor, the likes of which Dufaii had not seen since his days of war in the east. It was comprised of four circular plates, each on top of the other, as the center of a heavy cuirass. The metal all had a golden hue to it, as did his massive khanda sword with its very rectangular design. His legs were also covered in heavy armor, but his arms were completely bare. His wings were a muted gold as well. What was most odd was the second weapon on his other hip, a gold covered and very large revolver.  This angel named Abhayananda was the one of the escaped younger members of the rebellion, so technically a demon. So it was odd to see him as he was, without black eyes or the demeanor of one of their own. Abhayananda gave a wave and flashed a warm smile. The way he looked at Dufaii was with … undeniable awe, which the demon did not feel comfortable with.  “Kueng will be in contact as you carry out whatever duties lie ahead of you,” Hades said. She looked toward the darker exit from the small cavern they were in. “For now, act at your own discretion and do everything you can to keep Ammon from taking that final plunge into doom for our kind.” Dufaii gave a sharp nod. He tried to speak but his throat seemed to close whenever he opened his mouth. This wasn’t the powers of this cursed realm at work, but rather his own nervousness. His shame at all the unanswered and unsent letters between them. How was it that after so many millennia, he was seeing both his former lovers in just the span of a couple hours? The pain of this coincidence felt somehow deserved.  Hades shook her head, approached him again, and put her hand on his neck. “I shouldn’t say anything, but your letters to me were … found by anonymous sources. That you didn’t send them voluntarily, I understand. At first, of course, I felt perhaps you were disgusted by my drinking the blood of mortals … that you were ashamed of me.” “Never,” Dufaii forced through his throat. Were it not for the realm he was in, he knew his eyes would have been watering all over again. As it was, they only stung dryly. “I know,” Hades replied with a small smile. “It was this place … the memories of it … and the work we both had to put in for the future of our people. I hope there will be time ahead for us to talk about it all. To rebuild all that was taken away from us. But we must fight a little longer.” Dufaii nodded several times before letting his head go slack. He placed a hand on hers and closed his eyes. He felt so grateful and so underserving of her understanding. Part of him wanted to end his mission here—to just stay with one of the few people he’d ever shared a connection with. His heart burned for that … like his eyes burned for moisture. However, he knew that neither of them could do that until this was all over.  Finally, Hades pulled her hand away, gave one last parting look, and walked briskly into the nearby tunnel to the other parts of Hell. Dufaii waited for a few moments to compose himself, and then returned his attention to the map. He studied for a while, making mental markers and using a degree of memorization he hadn’t employed in many years. It wasn’t all that long ago, he noted, that he could have fully memorized the map in a matter of seconds. Though his mind was still active, it had been long devoted to focus on meticulous procedures which he followed in his chemical studies. In all that, quick memorization was not a priority. After several hours, however, he had devoted enough time to feel like he knew the map so that he could both navigate and course correct if he got lost.  Dufaii walked to the … demon … who was writing on a long parchment in the back room, which looked like a history. This did not surprise him … with millennia of time to spare, it was rare to find an angel or demon who had not written such volumes.  “Ah, all finished?” Abhayananda asked and extended his hand so that the map could be placed in it whenever ready. Dufaii nodded, hesitated a moment, and then handed him the parchment.  “It’s odd, I understand,” Abhayananda said with soft smile and understanding nod. “I’ve even thought about changing these eyes and everything else, at least when I am alone with my demon friends. I know most demons wouldn’t mind, as I was an ally in the rebellion. But I could not stomach the idea of taking a form like all of you. It would feel like I was … not respecting what really happened … like I was stealing your honor.” “There is … no shame in your escaping all this,” Dufaii said, trying his best to speak to him with the respect he would show any other demon. Though it he knew it must have come off as forced for how he struggled to look the angel in his gold eyes without feeling a sense of animosity. “For many, it was only the knowledge that some of the rebellion had escaped and survived the threat of the Storms that kept them going. Especially when it did not seem we would ever find a way out. You are one of us.”  “I thank you for your generous spirit of inclusion, especially in light of the effort you must make to offer it,” Abhayananda said with a small and gracious bow. “However, I have spent a great many years in coming to terms with being a creature that is neither loyalist nor demon, in appreciating my identity in that place of the in-between. I once sought the comfort of common identity with the brave demons I admired. Now I understand that I can simply be with them. That is sufficient.” Dufaii was unsure about how he felt about Abhayananda’s philosophy, but he could at least respect the being’s inner fortitude. He nodded and said, “I’m sure we will speak again.” Then he turned to leave. “I look forward to it, my friend,” Abhayananda said with a cheery tone. Dufaii went through the same doorway that Hades had left through. It was significantly darker than the chamber with the pool, enough that it would have taken most eyes an hour or so to adjust. But like most of his kind, Dufaii had learned to make his eyes adjust more quickly and to a greater degree. He concentrated on moving specific layers of his meta-physical shape, specifically in his retina. It felt a bit like flexing a muscle, if that muscle were made of something liquid without physical constraints. It took him a minute to shape a multi-layered tapetum lucidum, an amplified version of the organ which allowed nocturnal animals to see at night. The darkness became like perfect light, if robbed of color. With a mental grid of the maze in mind, Dufaii began to walk down the tunnels. So tight was his focus on his sense of direction that everything else dimmed by comparison. Time, feelings, and inner thoughts all became background noise as he walked, turned, walked, counted pathways, and planned his next turn. This went on until the light was gone completely, even to his specialized eyes.  At this point, Dufaii engaged his secondary senses. He began to take heavier steps and listened to the echoes as the sound of his steps bounced and carried around him. Along with that, he extended his psychic senses, the same ones he used to sense auras from other beings. Though these were not mystical abilities that could grant him all sight, he could tell a difference between pockets of open air immediately around himself and solid stone. With these two abilities together, he knew when he passed the tunnels he was looking for, without having to drag his hand along the wall of the cave.  Dufaii travelled like this for several miles, noting the endless dead-ends and turns that, if not taken in perfects sequence, would lead any wanderer to becoming inevitably and irredeemably lost. It was in the last hour of his walk that his modified eyes again picked up a trace of light. At that point, he no longer had to rely on his map, only to follow the light. Until he found himself in the great and familiar expanse that was the prison of the Lightbringer.  -O- “What is a demon who is afraid of Hell?  While Dufaii had spent several millennia in that cursed realm all his kind had been banished to, he feared it. Upon even thinking of cutting a portal to the realms below, his stomach became queasy and his muscles tightened. While he was there, he frequently found himself in bouts of dizziness. He did not fly more than a dozen feet in the air, and he dared not close his eyes while alone. Nobody else would have guessed this out of the Godkiller. As always, he kept his aura and his feelings occluded. He exuded an air of cold confidence, an illusion which he reinforced with his undeniable competence.  Inside, however, Dufaii felt the like he was the least capable demon he knew. His guilt and shame were matched only by his terror of the place that every other demon lived in and called home.  Ironically … and in a way I don’t think he could have ever understood … it was what most made him demon.” -General Hades, Private Journal 345 -O- Dufaii looked around at the sole dwelling of the Lightbringer and a handful of his loyal servants. Where once it had been a dark realm with demons blindly scattering to find some hope of escape, the torches far above not made visible the great mountain ranges and large valleys between the cliffs. The cliffs and the mountains stretched high into the air and eventually touched the ceiling—for it was still a cave. But this fact was easy to forget, especially for how distant it seemed … especially as the human torches glowed like orange stars.  Of course, the air here was as dry as everywhere else, and Dufaii’s skin was already beginning to crack. Spreading his wings in the air, Dufaii flapped them once and took flight. He did not go high, for a trauma-derived habit that was probably moot at this point. He also caught himself listening out for the impossible rumbles of thunder. Dufaii glided slowly over the expanse for about an hour, he estimated. When he saw the familiar mountain where the torch had beckoned him so many lifetimes ago, he came in for a gradual landing. Once on solid ground, he saw the great white doorway that had been constructed directly into the face of a cliff—Hell’s first dwelling. Dufaii ascended a short stone stairway and then walked through a grand bone-carved archway tall enough for the largest of gods to pass through comfortably.  Armed guards with wrinkled faces—visibly hardened by many lifetimes of enduring this place—met him at the steps. Each of them was covered in heavy black armor, with the trident insignia of the Lightbringer etched over the hearts of their breastplates. Each still carried their angelic form, if presumably more muscular to better serve their post.  Dufaii nodded at them. The soldiers nodded back and then proceeded to escort him inside without saying a word.  Dufaii followed into the great hall of the fortress prison, remembering the first time he entered with a shiver that he suppressed. The fortress no longer looked like a connected series of small caverns like it had all those years ago. It was more like the hallways of a palace. Everything around him—doorways, tables, chairs, banisters, wall trimmings, fountains, and more—had been carefully sculpted from both bone and stone. Living torches lined the walls, elevated several feet so that they were just high enough to be out of eye-level. Rooms lined both sides of the long chamber; each was closed off by a large white door.  Dufaii did not know what was in each of room and suspected that the Lightbringer didn't remember either. One of his incarnations could have used it for painting, followed by another who wanted one as a torture chamber, followed by another who collect mythical monsters, followed by another who wanted a swimming pool. There was no knowing unless one had such a personal disregard for their own health as to investigate. Dufaii was led by the two guards to where the hall ended at a stone staircase and massive double doors. The guards opened these double doors at the top of the stairs from both sides. He entered and found himself standing in front of an unmanned but cluttered reception desk. Past the desk, there was only one white door, chiseled with modern and quite intricate trim. Standing there did not give Dufaii the impression that he was about to have an audience with the second most powerful being in the universe. It felt like he was in a replicated model of a western human’s business, where contracts would be signed to exchange wealth. One of the guards cleared his throat and then said, “You should know that … he's been Mr. Green.” Dufaii nodded in understanding. It was a heads-up for how this incarnation wished to be addressed. This title did not give him high hopes.  Dufaii pulled open the door and stepped into the final room. It was dimly lit, but all was plainly visible. A massive white desk stood in the center of the room, with three chairs surrounding it. Several varied paintings were hung on the far wall, while the rest of the walls were lined with white shelves. Each shelf contained numerous books and artifacts. On the ground was a carpet—the finest that he had ever seen, with thin fibers dyed and patterned into a zigzagging pattern of yellow on gray. Human head-hair, of course. The Lightbringer stood behind the desk, on the far side of the room. His back was turned as he faced a painting of clouds as one might look out a window. His chosen shape and form were noticeably shorter than those that the Lightbringer had taken before, and human as opposed to demon, animal, deity, or angel. The human shape would have been considered somewhat small and short, especially for a modern mortal. He wore a black, pin-striped business suit, and had no wings. His hair was silvery, somewhat thin, and combed back. And when he looked over his shoulder, he revealed a warm and charismatic face. “Welcome, Dufaii.” “Lightbringer,” Dufaii replied. He realized that he was not using the pseudonym for this incarnation. He didn't really know why he didn’t want to use the other name … except that ‘Mr. Green’ didn’t carry the appropriate weight, no matter how little this incarnation deserved its true name.  Mr. Green chuckled and said, “Oh, I've not heard that title in so many years. I do believe that you're the only one who still uses it. Please, call me Mr. Green.” “Why have you summoned me?” Dufaii asked, ignoring the oddly uncomfortable pleasantries that made his skin itch more than it had already been.  Mr. Green smiled and shook his head. “Right to the point I see. Won't you even have a drink? I know your distaste for our local wines, but this one is quite aged. It doesn't even bear the original taste of … well … you know. Amazing what four thousand years of distillation will do.” He slid a glass across the desk and swallowed what remained in his own white cup.  Nausea hit Dufaii as soon as the drink passed under his nose. The blood looked like brandy but smelled sweeter. He slid it back across the desk and shook his head.   Mr. Green used it to chase his first glass, gave a satisfied sigh, and said, “To business, then. Tell me, how much do you know about Ammon's current activities?”  Dufaii forced himself to keep the muscles in his neck and jaw loose before he replied. He drew a slow breath and said, “Last I heard, he was doing everything in his power to convince you to join his war against the Creator. I believe some of these artifacts he collected to try to convince you that victory could be realistically achieved.”  Upon the shelves to his left, numerous artifacts rested. These included a firing weapon prototype stolen from Heaven, the magic scepter of a human that had used its power to split seas and call down fire, and the sandals of Hermes that had allowed the god to speed along his messages faster than any other god or demon. These were only the three artifacts of several dozen that Dufaii happened to recognize. Most of these artifacts were objects of power made by the gods, but some were made by humans of eras long passed. In those days, the occasional human sorcerer could rise in power to even rival demons. Of course, Dufaii himself had brought enough artifacts in earlier years to fill many more rooms than this, but he’d sent these to Hades. “Indeed, he was trying to convince me to kill the Creator,” Mr. Green replied with a droll tone. “Ammon has continued in this obsession of his, so much so that I can no longer ignore his threat to the Balance. War upon the earth, the extinction of humanity, and a new imprisonment of our people to a place that we'll never escape—these are all things that I cannot allow.” “Yes,” Dufaii said, trying to keep his voice from betraying his doubt in this incarnation’s sincerity. “However, we cannot destroy Ammon, especially now that his followers outnumber those of Hades. Civil war, even if we were victorious, would leave demons in a weakened state that the Archangels might not be able to ignore.”  Mr. Green nodded. “I would like to say that I have come up with a plan for dealing with Ammon. However, it is the Creator who has finally seen fit to directly intervene in our affairs.” “What do they want?” Dufaii asked as he clenched his jaw ever so much. Mr. Green lifted and hand a gave a soft nod. “I understand your distrust, believe me, but this actually plays into our favor. By working with the Creator, we minimize our chances of an attack by the Archangels if civil war should come.” “We do not give in to their tyrannous demands and we do not sell out our own kind; that’s the entire reason we fought” Dufaii said, having to strain him muscles and focus on breathing so that too much rage did not boil up from within him.  “Nobody is siding with the Creator,” Mr. Green said, lifting both hands in an attempt at a calming gesture. “But they have proposed an interesting idea … one that would keep us from any kind of war or betrayal.” Dufaii only glared in return. Mr. Green smiled and said, “Trust me, this is all good news. A battle of champions—Ammon versus a champion of the Creator’s choosing. If he loses, Ammon will join Hades and withdraw our kind from this realm and the Earth with the Creator’s blessing. And if he should win, he has been promised a fight against the Creator, which he must take up alone. All other demons will be free to go their own way.” “I wouldn’t underestimate him,” Dufaii said with a shake of his head. “There’s always more to it than that. And he can overcome almost any challenge. I wouldn’t put it past him to have a plan for how to fight the Creator, as well. You risk a lot in assuming that he will lose.” “I’ve … noticed,” Mr. Green said and wrinkled his brow. “He’s already discovered who the Champion is.” “Do you know who the champion is?” Dufaii asked. Naturally, his own first guess was Michael … the greatest fighter in heaven. Though … it was possible that the Creator had chosen someone whose fighting style might come as more of a surprise to Ammon. “It’s a human,” Mr. Green said and looked down at his desk with a ponderous expression.  A … human?” Dufaii asked. Had the Creator recently endured another bout of madness? With all the warriors at their disposal, to choose a human seemed ludicrous. “You heard correctly,” Mr. Green said, looking at his desk as he continued to think intently about the matter. “And this human is no hero or saint … it’s a child. One that Heaven plans to train and prepare just for this challenge. It had been a closely guarded secret that only a handful of angels could have known. Heaven must have a leak who is allied with Ammon … or using him. I personally suspect an angel who wanted the excuse to go to war if Ammon had been stupid enough to assassinate the baby in its crib. Regardless, the mystery of the Creator’s choice confounds me. What I do know is that Ammon claims to know the identity and location of this human.” Dufaii thought about this for a moment, genuinely not knowing what his apprentice would do in a situation like this. All their lives, they had fought against beings more powerful than themselves, some infinitely so. What would he do now that the tables were turned? One thing that was certain was that Ammon would not take his victory for granted. To destroy the Creator was the center of his obsession. He would chance nothing to get his opportunity at it.  Dufaii shook his head. “What could the Creator possibly be thinking?” “That, I still don't know,” Mr. Green replied. “But this distraction does mean that Ammon will have a target to distract his energies whiles Hades can do what she needs to unite our people and prepare them for escape.” Dufaii raised an eyebrow. Mr. Green poured himself another drink and continued, “Which brings me to you. Given your history, I thought it best for you to keep his attention completely focused on the Challenge. We don’t necessarily need the human champion to win. It will just make things easier if Ammon has to invest as much of his attention on this matter as possible. Nobody knows him like you do, and I think you could make this more challenging for him at every turn. A little sabotage here, a little misdirection there. And Bob’s your uncle, oops, I didn’t have time for any of my loyal supporters! I guess it’s just my own fault that Hades won them over.” He laughed at his own little role play, pouring himself yet another drink. Dufaii, however, was neither convinced nor amused. “You want me to work on behalf of the Creator? To help this … human … defeat my former partner?” Mr. Green seemed to completely miss Dufaii’s disgust. He replied, “Make no mistake; we don’t expect you to change the tide of battle or anything. My guess is that Heaven has a trick up their sleeve when it comes to this human champion. Either that, or the Creator wants a clean chance to eliminate the head of an assassination plot against them without causing a war. Either way, we just want to create a counterbalance to whatever fool in Heaven is pulling strings in Ammon’s favor. That … and constant eyes on the situation until we have a better idea of what Heaven is up to.” He took a sip of the drink this time, as he waited for an answer. Dufaii crossed his arm as he considered what was being proposed. The idea of siding with the Lightbringer as well as the Creator filled him with revulsion, no matter how logical it seemed. Had Hades not asked him to become her eyes and ears in this matter, he would have outright refused immediately for his distrust of them alone. The Lightbringer and the Creator, despite whatever they had once been, were now two sides of the same coin—poisoned by madness and their own desperate desire for self-preservation.  Seeming to sense something in the uncomfortable silence, Mr. Green said, “We can't give Ammon a chance to throw Hell into civil war. If loyalists are helping Ammon, they're likely just waiting for Hell to fall apart and become easy pickings. I know the disgust you must feel at siding against your own people. But the only way that demons will be free is if they are united. Also, no matter what the Creator promises, we both know that Heaven will not sit idly by if Ammon succeeds in the challenge and then in killing the Creator. Win or lose in this challenge, we need the time to form a united Hell. And preferably one where we have already resolved the issue of these … crumbing demon souls.” As little as Dufaii liked it, and as little as he trusted Mr. Green, he had promised to be the ambassador of Hades in this matter. And while he had no intention of just blindly sabotaging his former partner, agreeing now meant that he could send word of all this back to Hades and allow demon leadership to decide on what was best. Regardless of his distaste for working indirectly on behalf of the Creator, Dufaii would serve his people as he always had. This time, he would just listen and allow himself to be a pawn on their behalf. He’d … cause enough harm. Like Michael had said … he always interfered and made things harder … out of his sense of honor. Maybe it was time to just let go.  The Lightbringer finished off his drink, set the empty white cup back on the table, and with a self-aggrandized smile said, “I take it we are in agreement.” -O- “Dufaii … no … Dear Dufaii … no … Esteemed Godkiller … no … My Love … not anymore. I hate what seeing you does to me, but more than that I hate seeing what it has all done to you. You stand there, in my home after so many millennia, and it’s like you never left. Just like then, you carry the weight of the world on your shoulders. I can tell it pains you … and yet it is why I fell in love with you. I don’t know what to say and I don’t know what to feel. After all this time, I still feel used. Like everything we had was part of your elaborate rebellion against the Creator. But … I also know you … and that you don’t have the ability to manipulate in such a way. You just kept a secret, an enormous secret that affected me. One that would have made me choose between you and the Creator … both of whom I loved.  Maybe it was my fault. If I could have helped you see the Creator as I see them, I’m sure you would have had faith. Or maybe I should have taken you away, until you felt safe to return to what was our home.  You were right when you told me that I am … not included … in managing the affairs of Heaven. I am the warrior, the single-minded blade of the Creator. You were the only one to think that there was more to me.  Maybe you were wrong about that too.” -Letter 3 from the Archangel Michael to the Godkiller. Recovered unsent, tucked into a private journal. 

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