Jack held onto Emily, as she began to rattle in his arms. This rattling shook Jack from his trance.

He spoke, "Emily... Are you, the one, acting now?"

Emily rattled a bit harder, as she remained silent. She just gave her all for this performance, and she had already been found out... Fear washed over her, as her mother had already told her the consequences of a man catching a lady in her lies.

"No, I really just want to be-"

"I don't believe it." Jack interrupted Emily and said flatly.

"...Why? Can't I be... Can't be your little whore?" Emily finally asked in a smeared voice.

Jack patted the back of Emily for a while, not speaking until Emily stopped shaking and rattling.

Jack, feeling that she had calmed down a bit spoke, "If you were a whore, I would accept you being one, but you're not a whore. If you want to be mine, then I can accept you for who you are now, and what you will become. I meant that I said. I am indebted to you. I've made you my Consort with the promise to marry you for the resources of your Kingdom. It's very unfair to you and wasn't something I had planned to do, to begin with... I am deeply, truly sorry for what I've done."

Being held against Jacks large rib cage, Emily asked up, "But I want to be Queen... So, this works for what I want. You don't have to feel guilty..."

"I feel guilty because you have been caged by your kingdom... Like a caged bird, I took you from their home, and brought you to mine... The cage is still there, but it's just a change in location. If you really do become mine, you will not have freedom. You can't choose who to love or have feelings for, as I am possessive. I've done you wrong."

Emily thought for a moment before speaking, "Can I be of use to you?"

Jack thought it over for a moment, "Yes. Of course, you can be of use."

"Will you do that... with me?"

"I, ummmm... Yes... I can do that... It's not like I don't enjoy that kind of thing."

"Then let's do it now," Emily said immediately and firmly.

"Wait, wait, wait... Don't you want to have some time to think about this?" Jack was startled, he didn't think he would have to rise to the occasion so soon, he had to fix his issues first. He just got out of the frying pan, and into the fire! He didn't want Emily to make him into a 'Want but can't.'

"Why not? You already said you like that kind of thing. I want to be yours. I want to be queen. This serves both my purpose and yours. I've read it's a very pleasurable encounter. Don't you want to? Or did you just tell me some pretty words?"

Jack felt his mind pushed against a corner. This sucked... This really really sucked. [WHY! DAMN IT!] Any other day, Jack would love to swim in feminine souls and drown in the pleasure therein... One day he would figure out how to get burnt offerings and women together, and see if he couldn't surf a high, but why was she so aggressive today!?

Emily hit Jack on his ribs with her bony fist, causing a xylophonic sound, "You don't want to do that kind of thing with me after all..."

Jack gritted his teeth... Should he tell her that he couldn't because of his current God-Soul situation, or should he just risk it!

[JORDAN!!! That fucker Jordan knows all kinds of bullshit about me! If anyone knows it's him!] Jack roared in his mind.

"One moment, let me check something," Jack spoke softly, though it sounded a bit strained.

Emily found this odd but didn't press. If nothing else, she wanted to know what it was checking on, exactly.

Jack reached out with his God-Soul as he called, [Jordan Lightborn!]

After a few moments of pause, causing Jack to want to get to his Golden Throne, and appear again in his God-form to smoke this bastard out, he heard a reply.

[...My God-King. I knew you would call for me one day!] Jordan responded sounding like a humble servant.

[Cut the chit-chat. You know quote-unquote stupid shit about me. I want to know how to Soul Bond with my current soul situation.] Jack spewed out in impatience, with no tact of a king, a pope, or a god.

Jack heard chuckling from Jordan, and just as Jack was actually going to get up to get his Golden Throne Jordan replied again, [God-King reassured, I know your plight. A god without his goddesses... What is the meaning of unlife? What for which the Light darkness and gives birth to shadows, why does the shadows dim in the light?]

[Jordan... If I wanted to hear cryptic crap, I would ask for it. Can you help me or not?] Jack had a pretty little thing in his arms willing and waiting... So, his patience was thinning much faster than usual, and he didn't bother to have any pretenses.

[Of course, God-King. It is a temporary solution. You will have to consolidate your God-Soul, but I can tell you how to make it possible until then.]

Jack was shocked because Jordan called it a God-Soul... He hadn't told him it was what he called it...!

[Al-alright... What do I do?]

[Do not fight your God-Soul. It is an extension of you, even if the voices are too many, it's still a part of you. I do not advise to take their soul into yours... Too many in one place isn't good for them... Go to their soul space, and do... What it is that gods like to do with their goddesses.] Jordan said with a bit of mirth in his voice, though it was strange as it also contained endless respect.

[...Will the God-Soul follow in with me?]

[Remember to not fight your God-Soul. Use your God-Soul to protect you both, as you gain entry to their most sacred of places.]

[This works?]

[Should I lie to the God-King, then may you strike me down.]

[Jordan, my love prophet! I will grant you one favor for this!]

[I will remember that, my God-King.] Jordan said with joy before the mental connection went silent.

[Crap! Should I have just promised him something...] Jack wondered... Then he looked down to see the loli in his arms, before thinking of the last thing he needed to do.

[Leslie...?]

[What?] Leslie responded almost immediately.

[What are you currently doing?]

[Cleaning up the South Eastern Undead Trading Company.]

[...?]

[I can tell by your silence... They were what blew up in Zitergall. All the branches have such things. By the way, sorry but you might have to wait a while before you can lay down.]

[Huh?] Jack wasn't sure about this last line.

[Emily is currently resting in your evening tomb. I had her lock it. I can pop it open when I get back to my body, or when she wakes up.]

[Leslie, I'm currently inside my tomb.]

[?!?!? How did you get in?]

[God...]

[Oh...]

[Yeah... So, you wouldn't believe what this little thing has asked me to do.]

[She wants to reap.]

[That was damn casual of you to say!] Jack said astonished.

[You know, we have been talking a lot recently. I have a pretty good grasp on her.]

[I see... And you're okay with this?]

[I'd be lying if I said yes, but I'm not opposed to it, either.]

[I see...]

[If you have more than one wife, this is a husband's duties... Do me a favor, and if you can answer my question... I expect you to take care of my sister-consort, as you would me.]

Jack braced himself, [Okay.]

[Do you love me the most?] A questioning voice came though the mental message.

[Forever and ever, and a day.] Jack responded without a pause.

[Then please take care of her. I've grown fond of her, and Jack...]

[Hmmm?] Jack wondered.

[Unlike me, don't take her on a three-day tour of reaping the fields... My soul felt like it was going to die... I couldn't talk to my banshees properly for a week.]

[........................]

Jack's mental state could only be expressed with an exceptional amount of ellipsis... Lots of ellipses.

[Love you, bye.] Jack could feel the connection breaking.

[I don't deserve her.] Jack mentally shook his head.

It had been a long time since Jack went silent, and Emily was now starting to regret being so forward. She continued to ask herself was she making the right choice, was this what she wanted, and was her mother really right?

There was a small part of her that was in expectation. This would be her first time. She longed for it... She loved reading romance... She hoped it wouldn't disappoint her.

"Alright. That's everything then." Jack said as he looked down to the loli in his arms.

"What did you check on?" Was the first thing that came from Emily.

"This isn't very romantic talk... Are you sure you really want to know?" Jack asked...

"Yes. It's killing me to know what you have to check on to do... That!" Emily couldn't hold back her curiosity.

"I checked with my prophet if it was okay for me to do... That... You have to remember I might just be a god... Is it okay for a God-Soul and a Mortal-Soul to do...? That? You know, without ripping the Mortal-Soul to shreds."

"Oh... OH!" Emily never thought about that! She was focused on the moment, and it never occurred to her that there might have been problems.

"I also contacted Leslie."

"...Why..."

"Leslie is my first Consort and your Sister-Consort. I don't want to appear to be doing this behind her back." Jack said openly.

"...Would you do that for me?" Emily asked in a whisper.

"Yes, I would."

"Then... Do I need to ask again?" Another tiny whisper floated into the air.

"Nope..." Jack continued to hold the little loli in his arms, as his soul reached to her, guarded by his God-Soul.