(Astarot) Anyway, I am going to town. About fucking time, I have grown tired of being cooped up all day. This scenery through the window is something else though, the huge luscious plant variety here makes you want to pause to take it in. Shit…I maybe going soft

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Nah! Seriously though, this environment is slick breathtaking!

As the carriage is traveling down the path that leads out of the estate, my peripheral vision glimpses people swimming in the pond beside the path.

Why is there people swimming in the pond that is apart of “me” and my family’s estate? I try turning my head to see, but it is kind of hard to do that with my mother trying to force-feed me. Anyway, after some (a lot of) wiggling and squirming, I finally manage to turn my head to get a clear view of the peasants that are freeloading in my pond to see that they have…well tails. Oh, they must be mer-people. That must be what Raynar was talking about when she said that the mythological creatures of my world will be denizens of this world. Whatever, they need to take their leeching behinds to the sea before I find some chlorophyll.

Anyway, my parents little fiasco must have made us kind of late, since the sun appears to be setting. Father and mother keep sticking their hands out the window to wave to the peas…citizens of our dukedom. My parents must think of themselves as celebrities…hmm, I am spending too much time thinking about irrelevant shit. Oh well, I will just save those thoughts for later on.

By the way, it seems the carriage has come to a stop. The sun is meagerly spreading light over the horizon, so I guess it is getting late (nah, it is getting early…I really need to stop saying these sarcastic side comments to myself).

Anyway, my mother passes me to Mary, while the servants help escort my mother and father out of the carriage. My mother motions for me, I guess so that Mary can get out. I am back in my mother arms, but I slick felt like they were playing hot potato with me…

(Mary) I just had the young master in my grasp, but she took him from me! Ugh! I am getting too stressed out…the young master will eventually belong to the clan, but I need to coerce him while he is young, since Vance parents are also coming to the coming of age ceremony! Sheesh! I only have slightly less than five years. Well, I am not going stress myself into a seizure, but I wonder what the purity of his blood is? Look at Astaroth and Vance fawning over him, the young master is the only substantial accomplishment he has ever had in his life…disgusting half-breed! My thoughts are unbecoming, I should be able to control myself better than this. After all, he is my dear cousin’s husband, I should not think of him like this…

(Astaroth) “Mary are you coming with us or going shopping? You will not have to worry about helping out until after we get finished at the Registrar, so go enjoy yourself.”

(Vance) “Right Mary, you should go enjoy yourself! I know you get tired of being around us (burst out in laughter)!”

(Mary looks at Vance with disgust plastered on her face) “I better get going then, since I am not needed. Oh! Astaroth, I have already sent notification to your father about you finally having a baby, therefore he said based on the agreement between him and Vance’s parents, your father stated he cannot see the young master until the coming of age ceremony.” I can’t wait to go to the spa to get away from that…

(Astaroth) I feel a headache coming on! Mary could at least have told me before she notified my father! Ugh!

(Vance has his hand on his chin like he is pondering) Should I or not… “Astar, I have to notify my mother and father also, since this matter is of great importance to the noble lineages. So, I will have to leave you with the servants as you all go to the Registrar for I can send a mirror message. I completely forgot to notify them, but knowing them, they most likely already received news of this matter. Later Astar!”

(Vance gives Astaroth a quick peck on her cheek as he hurries off)

(Astaroth looks down affectionately at Astarot) “I guess it is just me and you…sigh. Well little one, let’s go ahead and get you registered for you can be a citizen of this kingdom”

(Astarot in his thoughts) Just me and her? Is she fucking blind to the servants and guards following us? And why does my family seem to have so many secrets?

Anyway, my mother and I are headed down a broad black bricked road toward what I assume to be the business district with our entourage closely following behind us. On the sides of the road, there are emaciated beggars in disheveled clothing gazing at us with pleading and wolfish eyes. You can hear boisterous laughter and the sound of fighting in the several buildings that we past by. We are about to past a guard post, but I noticed a rather strange setting...

When we walked past the guard post, it was like we stepped into a whole new world. You can see women wearing long satin dresses and men dressed in formal casual medieval attire. There are vender on the side of the street with an array of different shops.

(Guard) “Halt, what business do you have?”

I turn my head to see what all the commotion is about, while I am in my mother arms (Yes, I am slick nosy). There is a plain face woman wearing dirtied red dress with tears riddled all over it and carrying a dirtied white cloth bundle in her arms, which I assume to be a baby.

(Plain Face Woman) “Your Honor, I am going to the Registrar to register my little one”

(Guard looks down at the woman with a condescending gaze) “Alright hoar, try not to cause trouble in the business district and do not let your presence remain here too long or you will be prosecuted for prostitution.”

(Plain Face Woman) “Yes your Honor”

She scampers off hurriedly past us and I can hear whispers and gossip of the people in the area say “Ugh, there is another commoner coming to dirty our area. Don’t these filth know how to keep their legs closed! This hoar! Giving birth to the riffraff of the street, all that twerp is going to do when he grows up is just to become a common criminal…” Several people throw coins at her and some of the nobles children throw the candy in their hand at her, rocks, or just spit, while the parents of the twerps are roaring with laughter.

Sheesh! And I thought I was cruel! I can see tears streaming out of the plain face woman eyes as she hurriedly scampers off toward a yellow brick building. I actually feel pity towards her…well, it is not any of my business.

Some of the nobles come toward my mother to gossip and to also look at “me”. I notice that some of these people have pointed ears and followed by slaves with some type of metal collar around their neck. Some of the slaves would appear to be what I would call beast-men. The slaves are carrying bags or different articles for the different nobles whom they serve…I am slick getting tired of all these pudgy women stretching and pulling my cheek. My mother is steady running her mouth talking to these harassers.

Luckily, we finally made it to the Registrar, even though we are surrounded by a “mob”. By the way, my mother is still talking to the even “bigger” entourage surrounding us (mouth running a mile a minute).

Anyway, the Registrar building is quite interesting (at least to me). The overlay color of the building is white, but it has a circular dome shape top with an octagonal prism body…yet, the interesting thing is that it has the word Registrar fancily etched onto the building with the words gold and the area the word is surrounding red. Under the etched word Registrar shows a depiction of a man holding the heavens in one hand and the mortal realm (I presume) in his other hand. At his feet, depictions of war and peace with a blazing fire enshrouding it. So, I will just assume this is the symbol of the kingdom…it slick looks pretty cool.

I shift my attention and notice that there are two entrances to the Registrar building. The entrance on the left has guards stationed, whom are surrounding area and administering the commoners and checking (patting them down and stripping some of them…) to see if they have a baby or carrying any illegal items, I presume. There is a huge basin located beside the guard that has slaves bathing the commoners before the commoners are allowed to go into the building. There is a tiger beast-man handing out clean clothing to the commoners that have already bathed. I can see that plain face woman that had the fiasco at the guard post toward the end of the line. She is a sight for poor eyes…let’s just say that she has a lot of miscellaneous fluids and grotesque things scattered sporadically all over her body. Sheesh! She must did not scamper off fast enough…

The other entrance, which we are moving toward has a hostess and two higher tiered guards (the guards are wearing better armor than the others), I guess.

We go through the entrance to follow a red and gold embroidered carpet that leads to several stations that accommodate different things, such as a registering station, request/sustain nobility station, passport station, and licenses station. Of course our “starting” entourage, mother, and I head toward the registering station. There are a lot of commoners and nobles already in line, so we head toward the end; however, one of the male host comes to lead us to the front the line. I can hear grunts and mutters of dissatisfaction from the line.

(Smiling Male Host) “How are you doing today Madame Duchess? Madame Mary has already told us about you finally having a baby of your own, so we have already starting the procedure of the passports, licenses, and identification for the young master due to him being born a young duke of the Samsara Kingdom; however, due to procedure, I have to go over a few guidelines and protocols with you Madame Duchess. So please do not blame me…”

(Astaroth with a smile beaming on her face) “I will not blame you at all! Chuckles!” I have been waiting for this moment a long time! Finally Vance has a child by me! Now, I can rub it in those pricks faces…

(Astarot) My mother just squeezed me tightly…is something wrong her? I hope she is not one of those people that succumb to pressure or nerves…

(Smiling Male Host) “Thank you Madame Duchess for being understanding. Now, I will go ahead and proceed with procedure (shuffles paper around the desk)…

Edicts for Registration of a Baby

Ø For the naming process, you have the following choices

1. The person who is case handling your registration can name the newborn child if the guardian of the newborn permits it. This process is free of charge. Name cannot be changed.

2. The guardian can have one of the Gods or Goddesses grant the newborn a name; however, the fee is one gold coin for commoners and one amethyst coin for nobles. The process of contact of Gods and Goddesses is dependent on if the Gods and Goddesses choose to answer. No refunds.

3. The guardian can choose a name for his or her newborn; however, the fee one thousand amethyst coins. No refunds.

Keep in mind once the newborn’s name is registered, the name cannot be changed.

Ø For the identification process, the criteria is as follows

· A sample of the newborn’s blood is required for the registering of the identification card. If the newborn is a child of a diplomatic ambassador, duke, or royal family, the newborn’s blood sample is not required, instead the spirit imprint of the newborn will be sent into the identification card for the registration process.

· A customized designed identification card is ten amethyst coins. A grand detailed customized card is one thousand amethyst coins. No refunds.

· If an identification card is lost, the guardian or the individual over the age of twenty-one that is requesting will pay ten gold coins and will have to give his or her signature of consent if a commoner and one hundred amethyst coins if a noble, duke, or diplomatic ambassador.

· The identification card cannot once obtained be customized again, thrown away, destroyed, or used for identity theft. If any of these infractions are found to be broken, the individual who is found guilty shall be put to death if a commoner and if a noble, duke, or diplomatic ambassador, the individual will have to pay a fee of fifty thousand amethyst coins.

Ø For the registration of a slave

· Owner is required to pay ten gold for registration of the slave.

· Owner is required to pay ten gold for tracking collar of the slave. If owner wants a customized tracking collar, the fee is one amethyst coin.

· The slave will be tested for diseases, racial origins, spirit checked for demonic entities.

· The identification card for the slave is one gold coin. If owner wants the slave identification card customized, the fee is one hundred gold coins.

If there is any questions or disagreements with the regulation, the person will be charged with an infraction and will have to pay a fine or condemned to death which is based by severity of the action committed.

So Madame Duchess, how may I serve you on this visit?”

(Astarot) What type of fucked up rules are these! These strict ass money grubbers…

(Astaroth smiling gleefully) “I have been waiting to hear that forever (giggling gleefully), for the identification the card should be gold and diamonds set throughout the border in the gold. The background of the card shall be ivory with Iliad manuscript (fancy writing basically, I think) and these images shall be included in the background in the order depicted on the emblem I brought with me.

(Smiling Male Host) “Yes Ma’am Madame Duchess, we will get started rite away. Now, Madame Duchess how would you like to name him?

(Astaroth) This day will be forever memorable and I do not want Vance or his egotistical parents to blame me for choosing a name. I also do not want this lowly official to choose a name, his smile is irking me… “I would like to try the Gods and Goddesses approach for this miraculous moment!”

(Smiling Male Host) “That will be one amethyst coin please.”

(Takes the amethyst coin, while his face lights up in satisfaction)

(Smiling Male Host) Thank you for your patronage, however, let me tell you a secret since I care deeply for what Madame Duchess and the Duke do for this city…

(Astarot) This idiot must think we are stuck on stupid. If he really cares, why the hell did this smiling bastard to accept the money before telling us whatever this secret is. When I get older I will make sure to carve a permanent smile on his fucking face for no one can fall to this conniving bastard schemes.

(Smiling Bas…Male Host) When we contact the Gods and Goddesses, we put a spiritual transmittal device on the newborn’s head to send an invitation to the higher beings. Therefore, it is never guaranteed who will answer… the entity that answers could be any higher level being from a minor deity to a Devil or God. However for the young master has special circumstances due to his body from Madame Duchess and the Duke. I can vouch that the entity that answer will be at least a higher level God or Devil.

(Astaroth) “That is fine, my little one is special”

(Astarot) My mother is slick an idiot…

(The Smiling Male Host puts a weird contraption on Astarot’s head and the contraption starts emanating a spectrum of different colors)

(Astarot) A wonderful fragrance starts to draft to my nostrils…these are fragrances? Multiple Goddesses. I peek through the annoying contraption that is covering most of my head. (I guess it was not built for premature babies).

There is Raynar, my god she is beautiful…oh! She is a god! Anyway I have grown attached to her, after all she put herself in that horrible ordeal for me, plus her looks and figure adds a little to it. Who are those three giant people standing with her

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I apologize for the late chapters. To be blunt about the issue, my mouth got me in trouble with some hooligans in my old neighborhood I was visiting and I was jumped. I was hospitalized and was not able to type or do anything rather at all. I am out and on medical leave from work. Lukily as an engineer, I am on a contract or would be really down in the dumps right now with out money to pay for bills. Anyway, the chapters will not be coming out that fast until I recovered and caught back up on work. I apologize to you all for my blunder.