Don’t they get tired!

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(Moans and grunts sounds are made in the back ground)

Even while I am here! Have some freaking forbearance, at least some decency for yourselves! I am too freaking tired to be dealing with this, plus according to my mother I get named and have to go through some procedures tomorrow…I should “Yawn”…go to sleep.

Later on that night while everyone has fallen asleep, Mary sneaks into the duke and duchess room and takes the baby back to his room and places him in the crib. She lays down on the sofa beside it and gets comfortable for she can fall asleep. Astarot sniffs the air and makes some inaudible noises, while he is in a deep slumber having a rather strange dream…

"Where am I

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This is kind of strange, I thought was on the path of reincarnation in that cultivation world Raynar sent me to…what a strange place. It is surrounded by different elements and various aspects of nature…the sky is meeting it while one part is clear and the other is stormy, a volcano is erupting beneath it while the magma branches out and forms earth with luscious plant growth and wildlife, murky darkness is corroding some of the wildlife, light is being shined in its full brilliance from the wildlife that is being born, and wind is flowing everywhere offering surreal comfort to all. Yet the most strange thing of all, is the palace that all of these wonders seem to be embracing, a palace. Something from the palace is beckoning me…I have an overwhelming want to go to it

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I want to see this enigma that has the gall to treat me like a freaking dog somebody sends to fetch and tells it to fucking come back! The nerve! Putting me in this surreal atmosphere that is affecting my mentality and personality, hmph! Huh, it’s a sword that looks like one of the twin royal swords stabbed inside a huge being clad in darkness and it is another huge being clad in red and gold beside it that has another sword stabbed in it which looks like the other twin royal sword…huh! As I get closer to the two huge beings, I seem to see something that is on a much smaller (my scale) between them…it’s sitting on the ground while burying its face in a turquoise singed cloth. The creature looks otherworldly! It has four wings; one is scaled gold, another is a luminescent white feathered wing, the other is silver scaled, and the last one is a myriad of colors since it seems to be constantly changing while I am looking at it. It also has a spear like tail that I see as I am walking closer…I think this is what was beckoning me, I feel a deep connection with it…my arrogance and personality seems to be fading. Shit! I stepped on something that makes a noise which sounds like a person jumping in a murky muddy puddle. Plop!

Ugh…what is this shit?

It is a golden color with a turquoise tint to it and is dense…I think this is blood.

Uh oh! I seemed have disturbed it from being in its feelings, its gaze falls upon me and my body falls under huge pressure. I feel as if I am submerged under water and will never see the light of day again. This pressure makes death feel as though, it is just a meager flower petal floating away and forgotten by the wind…it has three eyes! One of its pupils is gold, another is silver, and the one on its forehead seems to be constantly changing by showing a myriad of different colors while you can see images of natural disasters of nature. Shit, it is standing up…what is it going to do to me…

It’s gently putting down the singed turquoise cloth on top of the golden tinted turquoise blood by its feet and sighs. Once it removes the singed cloth from its body, you can see its figure that is streamlined caramel body of muscle, but not overly muscled…wait, it has a gaping hole in its chest that is dripping blood that is constantly changing into different myriad of colors…its hurt?"

(It sighs) …So weak, those days where my innocence was bliss. I was arrogant fledgling that did not….sigh. "You seem confused, why? You have an intelligent mind, so you should be able to figure out who I am and this environment.”

(Astarot eyes are blinking incessantly, while his mind seems to be in a muddled state) It said I should know this place and it…this place seems to be in my memories, yet not in my memories. That cloth is Raynar’s dress, the swords stabbed into those massive beings are the twin royal swords, this it should be me from another time period, and this place should be my abode…

(Mysterious Astarot) “Good, very good…it seems my intelligence was not for naught. I am indeed you from a different time. This abode that you called ours, is almost correct; however, I share it with Raynar our wife…sighs. Cast your gaze to the ground beneath us…”

(Astarot) The ground? What so special…it seems to be a caramel color with gashes in several parts of it that is leaking the golden tinted turquoise blood? Wait blood…only beings possess that, the ground is a being that is even more massive than the other two! The being that is clad in darkness seem to biting an outline of a neck, while as the being clad in red and gold is in a massive hand that is bleeding profusely…I see a platinum anklet almost corroded by darkness. It is Raynar! How did it happen? Who had enough power to do this? Even I, did not have the power to stop this!

(Sovereign Astarot) “Yes your thoughts are correct…we were too arrogant and also unaware of several existences and circumstances. A last, you…I have found how weak and a pathetic existence we are. Our wife fought the pets of the entity that sent them because I was too weak except the mantle…and she was too, but she did not want me to die. (golden tears start rolling down his cheeks) Our wife is in comatose state and she can only keep living due to transfusion of the sacred blood that flows from this wound on my chest. So, we are stuck here, while as death comes for us and looms over our dimensions we were debited of…fucking pets caused this, do you know how

FUCKING DEMEANING THIS SHIT IS! WE LACK THE POWER TO DO ANYTHING AND ALL BECAUSE Of

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Our meaningless personality…if we had devoted ourselves to strength, if we had paid attention to those several occurrences, and fuck…if we even had allies! (He says exasperatedly) The only thing I had the meager ability to do, was to speed up the fucking death and reincarnation of us (laughs weakly), what a wretched fellow we are… Yet, this a chance for us to shed the weakness and blossom into what we were meant to be… You, the young Astarot, possess the ability to change this and cascade this reality into a forgotten realm outside of time. Wisdom falls to absolute power; however, wisdom is necessary to receive absolute power! Arrogance begets authority, yet dissipates before those with higher strength! Ignorance is a pastime of those who are the servants of reality, but presents possibilities of change and growth! Astarot we were presented the chance to start anew by me altering time, I am glad you discarded that cultivation method that Raynar offered because it will not present us with the power we are in dire need of…you possess more tenacity than I did and for that I am glad. Yet your personality of thinking and treating those you think are beneath you is absolute fucking

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STUPIDITY!

DO NOT BURN YOUR FUCKING BRIDGES, YOU MIGHT HAVE TO MOTHERFUCKING CROSS/DEPEND ON THEM SOME DAY!

Astarot, the young me, I know it feels as though I am tossing you a heavy burden, but if you fail...our impending death may not be as simple and graceful as you wish for…

BOOM!!!

Shit! The watcher is returning…I cannot tell you everything due to the edict of the ancient that does not permit be to, nor does the time permits it…

BOOM!!! (Several booms thunders toward this direction, something is coming in this direction)

Young Astarot, remember what I have said! I barely have anytime left due to that bitch, watcher. I will give you a mark that will shield you from the eyes of the existences that we need to wary of and it will allow you to possess greater wisdom…also more; however, I am not allowed…

BOOM!!!

Young Astarot, do not be hard on Raynar when you find out about her body…and circumstances, she loves us greatly…”

BOOM!!! (Thunders right inside of the palace compound, while a colossal sandaled ivory colored foot falls beside Young Astarot and throws him in the air, but the Sovereign Astarot catches him.)

(Watcher bellows in a feminine voice) Hmm…what are you doing? Did you miss me…?

(Sovereign Astarot) You have overstepped your authority Watcher…

DID THIS MOMENT OF WEAKNESS MAKE YOU FORGET WHO THE FUCK I AM!

LET ME REMIND YOU

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I AM PRINCE OF ALL CREATION, I AM THE SOVEREIGN OF GODS AND GODDESES, I AM THE BRINGER OF DEATH AND DESTRUCTI…”

While the Sovereign Astarot is speaking, an orb of a multitude of color condenses in one hand to form a symbol that looks like a strange beast and it flies to attach itself to the caramel skin sheltering Young Astarot's heart (Young Astarot's heart and body pulses); the Sovereign’s other hand is making a similar orb that is cascading toward the Watcher.

(Sovereign Astarot coughs up blood) “The rest… (More blood sputters) is up to you, protect the one we hold dear and our assets. (His gaze casts upward to meet the watcher) I will give you a show before I go… (hoarsely coughs) DOMAIN!”

An overwhelming pressure envelops everything, while the Sovereign Astarot spreads his beautiful wings and takes off toward the ivory skinned giant that is wearing a black dress on her voluptuous body. A giant spear appears in the Watchers hand which stabs toward the Sovereign Astarot and he swings one of his hands toward it, which knocks the giant spear out of her hand and it sails beyond the horizon. The Watcher loses her balance and starts falling backwards, then ruby scaled wings are sprouting from her back as she starts morphing into a beast. Sovereign Astarot taps the eye on his forehead and a multicolored beam comes out to broil the beast. Sovereign Astarot turns toward the Young Astarot and says, “You are too weak an existence for me to show you our true forms…more of these beings are coming, I have so much I want to tell you…but so little time. Grow strong and wise! Cherish what you have! Pay attention to your surroundings! Also do not trust…

(Astarot) What happened? Why am I back in the crib as a baby? Do not trust who???

Ahh! My chest hurts! The mark the Sovereign me gave to me is on my chest and a multicolored vapor rises from it… (Sniffs the air) What’s that smell

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Thump! (Mary’s huge sleeping foot lands on top of the crib bars above Astarot’s head)

Not again!!!