Christy lay awake in her bed, wondering if all that had happened was just a dream. Being kidnapped and raped, sold off as a sex slave, her mother showing actual interest in her and concern for her problems. Nothing more so than Sir Alexander becoming her stepfather; it was something that she absolutely couldn't shake the fact that it never happened. It felt too real not to have happened. For the past two years, Christy lay awake at night, not knowing what was real and what was a dream. She tried to talk to her closest friend Dawn, but lately she couldn't keep her hands off John. It's not that their relationship was anything too strange. John had been chasing her since he moved to town back when he was 6. Their relationship had just never gotten so...high school before. A red crow swooped in, tapping impatiently on the window. Christy finally sighed and opened it, the crow flying in and perching on her bed before transforming back into Dennis.
"Look, if you're here for what I think you're here for, you can forget it," she said defiantly. "My mom's asleep and she's gotten a bit more attentive about what I do nowadays."
"I think I should be able to check up on my girlfriend every once in a while," he said, speaking in his exact same tone that made Christy always question that he was trying to talk her into something-or sometimes out of something. "You wanna just talk?"
"About what? At 2 in the morning?"
"You don't seem yourself. In fact, you haven't seemed yourself in a long time."
"Well, call me crazy, but maybe it's because I was raped, drugged, sold, forced into sex, and I don't even know if it was even a dream. I don't even know if any of the people I met there really existed or if my brain just made them up." she sat down on her bed, burying her face in her hands. Dennis edged closer and tried to comfort her as she lifted her head slightly to see him smiling back her. She quickly pushed away. "You don't have anything to worry about. You got to do nothing but have sex with cute girls, only to be sold off and have sex with more girls."
"In my defense, Christy, the Queen wasn't even that beautiful; she was, like, a 7 at best. But, that Princess May..." his voice trailed off when he caught Christy's judgmental glare out of the corner of his eye. "Look, what do I have to do to make it up to you? I have my powers back, which leads to some much more...creative potential ideas, if you know what I mean."
"Dennis, this is serious," Christy said. "I don't know what this is. Something big could be coming, something bad."
"Christy, relax. Things can only get better from here." She thought about it. The worst things that could've happened already did happen. Sir Alexander himself even admitted that all the events that occurred following the administration of the Temptation Pür was all in their heads. But was everything before as well? Before she could think any farther, she felt Dennis's lips against hers, and his tongue in her mouth. Too distracted, she stuck her tongue into his mouth.
"Alright, fine," she said, pulling away. "Just a quick one."
Sir Alexander walked through a long corridor, a boy in a ratty jacket and wool hat leading him. They came to a large oak door with a brass plaque inscribed in a strange text. Charlie knocked.
"It's open," Zander called. The two entered, and Zander turned to them, blowing a long slow stream of smoke from his mouth, before tapping the ash from her cigarette. "Hey Charlie. Al, you finally left the house, huh? What's the occasion?" Sir Alexander pulled out a very large bag and tossed into Zander's hands.
"182 million Kiradors in red-gold, as well as your pick of any red-band or lower sex slave in exchange for a single favor." Zander threw the bag into a large chair near a roaring fireplace, before blowing off more smoke.
"One, I would've done favors for free. I don't have any kind of use for money. Two, I have my own harem of sex slaves. My son has a harem, my niece has a harem, and getting the ladies isn't exactly quantum physics for me. Three, Kiradors are only worth a damn in Seltoria. In the Dream Realm, that's only worth about 56-58 million. What are you looking to get? Drugs? Guns? Women? Cause, I know you have a son and you don't seem like the type who'd play for the same team."
"Power," Sir Alexander said. "Immortality can only go so far. Divine status is something that will prove my true worth above all else." Zander blew a large cloud into the air before casually tossing the rest of the cigarette in the fireplace.
"Listen, broham, I'd love to give you the power to destroy entire planets without even smearing your lipstick, and crush all who oppose you with a hiccup, but not only does giving you of all people that much power kinda scare me, I also don't know if I can even do that." Sir Alexander handed him a very large book.
"Page 681, paragraph 2, subsection D clearly states, and I quote: 'any being may obtain divine status, regardless of species or other similar factors, if divine power is bestowed upon the individual in question with Party B's (i.e. the Divine or Dark Divine in question) full and complete knowledge, consent, and ability providing that the individual is of at least God status or higher.' Unquote; seeing as how you are an Ancient God, I would like to safely say, you would in fact be working within the confides of Divine Law, therefore this is fully justified." Zander scanned over the passage, finally throwing the book down, and muttering a long assortment of foreign and obscene curses.
"Alright, you'll be joining us as a god. You're gonna love it; the aforementioned power, the inability to take shit from anybody, the fact you can own and govern an entire universe all your own. It's awesome; like being Elizabeth II, but being 200-years-old and looking 24."
"I'm a 6400-year-old immortal Magical Being, Mr. Sanchez," Sir Alexander said coldly. Zander pushed a button near his fireplace, and a large chamber emerged and opened from behind the nearby bookcase.
"Yeah, yeah, just watch your step, grandpa." Sir Alexander entered the chamber and emerged just moments later, dropping his cane to the floor with a loud clatter. His clothes had changed from a dark red suit to a dark green, almost black, tuxedo with a long black cape behind him. His frail and feeble physique was replaced by a toned and much more bronzed form, his silver hair now turned a shimmering dark brown. His hands once covered by black gloves were now surging with bright red energy. Zander handed him a pair of white gloves.
"Now, that whole surging energy thing will wear down to a more manageable level in about a week. Right now, you probably won't be able to control the full force of your new power but you'll adapt to it. These gloves will allow you to channel that power until your body transforms naturally. No charge." he slid the gloves on, and the energy around his hands faded under their silk. "Now, because of this, I will call upon you one day for a single favor of my own; no more, no less, no matter what the task is. Have fun with your new power." Sir Alexander grinned slyly.
"Oh, I more than intent to."