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Chapter 2

A shadow lurking in the corner looks on with four red eyes, staring into Nets. “Good, now everyone is here.” It rasps. I look around the room. Nets is across from me, and next to the Trick Master. Other side of Nets are some more street punks. To my left is the planet Ekres Cult, with there hot new member, and to my right is the owner of the ship we’re on. “Now that you’re all here, I suppose you’ll want to know what I want…and who I am.” The red eyed figure starts. “Who I am is not important, but what I want is. You have each been chosen for your ‘talents’,” The figure points at me. “You for instance, Sarah Belsum, Dark Lord of Love, are here to boost morale mostly.” Oh great, now everyone is looking at me. “Cult of planet Ekres,” They shift their gaze. “You are here to cause as much chaos as possible with the Chaos Riders. Mutilation, kidnap, rape, and murder of civilians is allowed. Being of the Satanic background, this should be your specialty. And Chaos Riders, you are to burn as many not supporting ‘anythings’ as possible.” He shifts to the Trick Master. “Trick Master Alena Velna, your job is to seduce then kill the mayor of this sect, and use your magic and power to remove any obstacles.” He now shifts his gaze and starts yammering to the Chaos Riders what not to burn…but I don’t really notice. I’m WAY too distracted with the new member of the Cult…He has Eyes are like host…whoever are host is, he sure must be chums with THE Dark Lord, because I’m taking orders. Anyways, back to the hotty. His gray black skin showing brightly, his horns glistening with a purple sheen, those scarred tattered wings folded ever so neatly, those red piercing eyes scanning around the room, that innocent look…Hey! I recognize him…He’s the ‘renegade’ I saved on my planet…so ******** hot…oops! Shouldn’t think like that. He ran away 7 months ago. What’ he doing with that occultist girl? He’s MY boyfriend you b***h, hands off! Ooooooo, makes me steamed just thinking of what that human has done to my dream boy. The ‘host’ interrupts my ever important jealous thinking “Is everyone clear on their assignments? Move out!”