Memoirs of Hells King

by Jermaine94

It's been a long road for Ichigo. Finally settling down, he agreed to a request made by an old friend. Now, with his own family by his side, he begins to read his heir stories from his past, which have been turned into a Best-Seller within Hell. The book has been aptly names...Memoirs of Hells King.

5. Chapter 5

I left it at a cliff hanger…and I ended up feeling bad…so I wrote you the next chapter. I will admit…I even wanted to hurry and write the next chapter…I mean…how in the Hell did Giselle get her hands on the corpse of the Former Cardinal General of the South? What happened to Ywach? Stram is in the World of the Living? According to my own story…he isn't supposed to be able to enter the World of the Living…being the Horseman of Death and whatnot…oh well…guess you'll just have to read the chapter to find out…sorry the previous chapter was a little short…this one wont be. Mwhahaha!

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Also…by this point in time…I'm fairly certain that I've seen Avengers: Endgame more than any other movie in my life…even more than Balto…

Here is a question for you…why do I enjoy hurting myself so much?

Previously, on Memoirs of Hells King…

Straightening up, cracking his neck and knuckles, shrouded by a mantle of dark that eroded everything in his path, a large scythe slung across his back, was Stram Fousend, the Horseman of Death, and the Cardinal General of the North. "Now. Who the fuck dares to touch my King so nonchalantly? Come at me, I will show you that I can make even immortals fear Death."

Chapter 5: Gods of Death

Stram took a thundering step forwards, everyone in his path quaking with fear. Looking around, the grizzled titan of Death quickly deduced the situation. "I see. Khaos Brigade. Lowly little fuckers think they can touch my King." Looking back at Samael, who was struggling to free itself from the wooden beam it was impaled on, he started to take long, purposeful strides towards it, the creature snarling and frothing at the mouth, intent on removing itself from its wooden prison.

Snarling slightly at the foul figure of Samael, Stram took one last step, before vanishing from sight and perception, and appeared right in front of the creature, fist cocked back and ready to unleash a powerful strike on the beast.

"Excuse me, don't hurt my trump card thank you." Samael snarled one last time before being enshrouded in shadows, whisked away at the last second. Frowning, Stram turned to face the person who took his enemy away, and he found the battered, broken and extremely beaten form of Ywach.

"Oh? So the Quincy are in league with Khaos Brigade? Now this is old information. Come, Last Emperor. I still have a couple minutes left out in the world of the living, let me enjoy one fight at least." Stram once again shifted his position, moving at preternatural speeds, and appeared before Ywach, scythe already cutting a trail across the Quincy's chest. Gasping in pain, Ywach lashed out with whatever technique he had available, his fight with Ichigo hadn't gone according to his plans, and it turned out the King was far more powerful than anything he could have imagined.

Speaking bluntly, Ichigo had beat him like a Cherokee Drum.

He had multiple fractures, his bones were very broken and he was pretty sure Ichigo broke one of his ribs, ripped it out, and then stabbed him in the shoulder with it.

Bastard was ruthless.

"Forgive me, Horseman, but now is not the time to fight. Lord Hades, assistance would be very much appreciated." Once the words left his mouth, an aura similar to that of Strams descended on the battlefield, before it wrapped itself around Ywach, and whisked him away. Good thing too, since Strams scythe was an inch from taking his head clean off his shoulders. Looking at the remains of the battlefield, Stram turned to face his King.

"Oops, he ran. Don't worry, we'll get him next time. He knows that we can get to him. And Hades rushed their escape. Seems like he can't forget the time that I gave him his scar. Oh well, my times up. See you back home." Waving, Stram opened a Breach and crossed back, the stench of death following him. Sighing, Ichigo just leaned back against a broken wall.

"I'll cover repairs."

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"Oh that was a real shit show wouldn't you say?" Ichigo dropped himself into a chair that had survived the battle, his eyes closing as he relaxed his entire body.

"That sounds like one Hell of an understatement, Lord Shiba." Ichigo cracked open an eye to see the hunched figure of the Captain Commander, standing silently at the remains of a doorway.

"Did you see the palace before it was reduced to rubble?"

"I did, and I agree…it was a shit show."

Ichigo choked on nothing, before looking up at the old man, and he was 100% sure he could see a wry smile underneath the white beard. Regaining his composure, Ichigo stood. "Ywach has become more of a problem now that he is allied with Hades. We need to find a way to counter Samael that doesn't involve Stram coming out to the Living Realm." Genryūsai looked at Ichigo.

"Who is that man anyway? His power was something that shook the very foundations of Soul Society and he wasn't even in the dimension." Genryūsai watched as Ichigo straightened and then leaned back into his chair with a tired look on his face.

"Come with me. It's better if he tells you himself. And he can't come back here even if his life depended on it…not for another 40 days." Standing, Ichigo clicked his fingers, a Hell Breach opening on command, the dark walls of Horizons Reach visible through the tear in dimensions. "Mind yourself there. There are 5 people on the other side of this that are far more powerful than you."

"The Cardinal Generals, as you called them?"

"No, the Yondai Maō. The 4 Great Satans. Sirzechs Lucifer, Ajuka Beelzebub, Serafall Leviathan and Falbium Asmodeus. Plus Stram, that makes 5. I'm not your enemy and won't ever be. But they are different."

"Why?"

"Because they only know the sins you have committed."

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"So you're telling me that Ichigo is bringing the Head Captain of Soul Society to Hell?"

"Yup."

"And they haven't tried killing each other?"

"Nope."

"Do you think they will? I heard the Old Man is powerful, maybe even to rival us, well, back when he was at his prime."

"No, I don't think they will. And do not underestimate the Head Captain. Aizen did all those years ago and almost paid a terrible price. Plus, Ichigo isn't someone who would bring a threat into our home."

"Wow, you really trust the guy don't you…Ulqiuorra."

"…yes. Now, can we not question Ichigo's decision anymore, Mordred."

"Fine, fine. But I bet you a months worth of my wages that they will be fighting by the end of the day."

"Mordred. Don't make that bet with Ulqiuorra, you'll lose…badly."

"I have to agree with Akroma, that's a dumb bet Mordred."

"Bah. You just don't want to see the newbie without cash for the month."

"No…we don't want to see YOU without cash for the month." Stram leaned back against the bench in their 'secret' bar, watching his juniors compete and make stupid bets.

"I'll take that bet, Mordred." Ulqiuorra spoke up after taking a swig of his drink, savouring the taste of alcohol for the first time in a long time. As a Hollow, he could get drunk, but he could never taste what he ate or drank, that's why he was never adverse to drinking tea back in Las Noches.

"Aww yeah! Sorry Ulqiuorra, but you're gonna lose this one hehe." Mordred stuck her hand out and the former Hollow shook it, cementing the bet. "You two are my witnesses for today. Make sure he pays up!" Mordred skipped off out a doorway, headed to her room to make sure the preparations for her victory and months' worth of extra pay were ready.

Akroma just looked blankly at Ulqiuorra. "Don't be mean dear."

"If she wishes to fight me…me…then she will lose."

"This isn't a fight."

"You're right…it's war." Unbeknownst to the arguing couple, Stram looked up and raised an eyebrow at the comment from their newest member.

"Hm…he would fit War to a glove."

"Did you say something Stram?"

"Yeah…just apologising to Mordred in advance. I gotta go meet Ichigo and Genryūsai-dono. Excuse me." Stram walked off, his mind grinding gears that had long been dormant.

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"Stram, welcome, please, sit." Nodding, the Cardinal General of the North sat opposite the Old Head Captain, who was gazing at him intently.

"Is something the matter, Genryūsai-dono?" The man huffed, before he started to stroke his long beard.

"Yes, back in the Living Realm, you had this aura of death around you, and Ywach called you a Horseman. Am I correct in assuming that you have…Biblical origins?"

"That's correct. There were only two people who knew my real identity, but now it seems that it's going to be common knowledge by weeks end. I am formerly the Horseman of Death. I was recruited by Ichigo at the end of the Great War 1000 years ago to become the pillar of his new vision. He wanted me to be something more than just the Pale Rider, the Horseman of Death, he wanted me to be a Cardinal General. I've never been offered such a position before, so when he offered me it for the first time, I laughed, quite loud, then Ichigo threw me through a wall. Granted he was just coming off the death of Lucifer and the end of the Great War, which was something that had ended up changing all of us." Stram paused, took a deep breath, and continued. "He also promised me comrades, people who wouldn't die by being in my presence, and also how to control my vast and dangerous power. Surprisingly, Shinigami techniques work extremely well for me. I can't use Kido or any other techniques, but I can use Flash Step." Stram laughed at the memory of learning the high-speed movement technique for the first time, and the resulting chaos. Ichigo just sighed.

"Stram…you went through 5 walls. Laughing doesn't pay for repairs." Stram laughed and looked the other way.

"Sorry Boss."

"And don't forget that you still owe me for the chicken coop and the kitten nursery." Stram rubbed the back of his head and laughed nervously. "But…the kitten nursery was all Akroma's idea…"

"But you were the one who endorsed her. Henceforth…you pay. Akroma has to deal with all the shit that comes out of that place on a daily basis…even I do…there is no chance in Hell that I'm going to let Ana go in there to clean it out." Genryūsai stifled a laugh under his beard.

"Are you that protective of your Queen, Lord Shiba?"

"Hell no, Ana can most definitely take care of herself. I'm more worried about losing my wife to that damned nursery for the next thousand years. Have you seen those little monsters? They are too cute and adorable and fluffy and did I say cute?" Ichigo crossed his arms, shaking his head in the process. "Sorry. Kinda getting off track here."

Nodding, Genryūsai leaned forwards. "Ywach. How much of a threat is he to you?"

"Zero. I'm far stronger than he can ever be…even if he succeeds in absorbing the power of the Soul King and his eyes are open, there is no way he could ever see me, let alone move fast enough to catch me." Leaning back, Ichigo motioned for Stram to come over, and the man did so.

"Stram, can you actually go and begin the repair process on Yasaka's Palace? I don't want her to be without a home for too long. Especially now that I know she has both Kunou and Bambi."

"Right away Boss. Is there anything you want Mordred and Akroma to pick up from the world of the Living when I send them there?"

"Hmm. Actually, now that you mention it, we are running out of tea, coffee and hot chocolate and mocha. Get them to pick some up whilst they're out."

"Right away. By your leave." Bowing to both Ichigo and Genryūsai, Stram made his way out of the room, gently closing the door behind him.

"There is one more thing I would like to ask you." Looking up, Ichigo raised an orange brow.

"Shoot."

"Where are the other Horseman?" Chuckling, Ichigo smiled rather sinisterly.

"I know where they are, but they haven't awoken as the Horsemen yet. There has to be a certain process according to Stram, who awoke after slaughtering an entire continent a millennia ago. Currently, Ulqiuorra Cifer* is the most promising recruit to take the mantle of Horseman of War. Akroma Yamamoto is to take Famine due to Ragnarök, and Mordred Pendragon is to take Pestilence because of her burning desire for vengeance. There are rumours of someone in Hell trying to hasten the process and forcefully create artificial Horsemen, a process that ended up with me having to crater half of Lucifaad in order to rid the Underworld of them. It took a while to restore it, but we got it right in the end." Leaning back, Ichigo waved away the concerns of the Head Captain. "I know what you're thinking. If these things were to make their way to either the World of the Living or Soul Society, then they would be virtually unstoppable due to the strife they could cause. I tell you now not to worry because the only thing that can kill a Horseman…is a Horseman. With Stram on our side, there is no way they can escape."

"What about the ones that you had to crater the city for? If only a Horseman can kill a Horseman, then how did you kill them?"

"I only cratered half the city, Genryūsai, Stram killed them." Nodding in understanding, Genryūsai tapped his cane on the floor.

"I see. My worries have been placated for now. Thank you, Lord Shiba, for having this faith in me considering everything that has happened to you under my reign in Soul Society."

"Please, far worse things could have happened. Let's just hope to Lucifer that things only get better from here. Now, I have to go introduce my children to their Grandfather and their Aunts. Let me escort you out first." Clicking his fingers, he created a Breach in the meeting room, one that led directly to the Captain Commanders office in Soul Society.

"Now that we know your Breaches can bypass the Shakonmaku, I can most definitely count on your support should Ywach try anything within the walls of the Seireitei?"

"Of course. My idiot father lives there with my sisters. There is no way that I would abandon them. Never again."

"I see. Thank you for the conversation Lord Shiba. If only we could have avoided the conflict at the beginning of our meetings then this would have ended much faster and we would have made some semblance of peace much sooner." Bowing his head slightly, Genryūsai stepped through the Breach, turned, and watched it close from his office.

That meeting had gone far better than he could have ever predicted. Shiba Ichigo was still alive, and he ruled Hell, and he is now on amicable terms again with Soul Society. Granted he couldn't call them allies as of yet, he would slowly work his way to that.

But, currently, as things stood, they were looking at each other in a far better light. Smiling softly under his white beard, Genryūsai Yamamoto summoned a Hell Butterfly, calling a Captains meeting to order. He had many things to discuss with them.

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"Ichigo." Turning his head, Ichigo saw his father standing by the door, a gentle smile on his face.

"Oya-ji" Ichigo made his way back to the couch he sat on for his conversation with Genryūsai, and dropped back into it, letting out a deep sigh. "This is all five ways from fucked up wouldn't you say?"

"I completely agree, also, don't let your sisters ever hear you using that language."

"Didn't stop you much all those years ago." Isshin looked at him.

"You remember? That far back, you still remember?"

Smiling sadly, Ichigo looked at his father. "As if it were yesterday. Defeating Aizen, losing my powers, only to find out they were holding something far more sinister at bay. But…" He stopped and looked away, his gaze falling on the bustling city that lay far beneath them. "I wouldn't give any of it up. Ever."

"Good man." Ichigo looked at his father once again, his eyes softening. "So, Mugetsu form. Wanna talk about it?"

"Ha. Yeah. Mugetsu. While I'm in this form, my power is just slightly easier to control. I know I've never really had control over my powers, you don't need to remind me of it. But this form…it feels…whole. Like I'm using all the parts of my power." He leaned back in his chair. "Enough about me, have you met my girls?"

"If you're talking about Yasaka…she has already refused to call me Grandfather Dearest about 15 times now." Ichigo laughed.

"I think you'll have better luck with Senna. She adores Mom, so I bet she'll be happy to meet you." Isshin smiled at Ichigo.

"I'll bring Yuzu and Karin. Bring Yasaka as well."

"Can't. She needs to be connected to the Ley-Lines in Kyoto. So if you want to them to meet, it's gotta either be in Soul Society, which falls loosely under Amaterasu's domain, or back in Kyoto, which is being reconstructed."

"Hm, how about the Shiba Mansion in Soul Society?"

"It got rebuilt?"

"Of course it did. Once the Old Man took over, he ordered that the Shiba and Shihoin families be reinstated to Noble Status and all their assets returned. That includes the original Shiba Mansion in District 1 of Rukongai."

"Hm, interesting. Alright then. I'll bring Senna and the others, and you bring everyone else. I'll also bring Kisuke and Yoruichi."

"Heh? Kisuke and Yoruichi? You know where they are?"

"Of course I do. Kisuke has been with me in Hell since close to the beginning of my time there, and Yoruichi, for some reason we are still trying to deduce, wound up in Hell after being killed in Soul Society. There are others, but they are a surprise that I'm sure you'd enjoy." Isshin frowned, but let the topic slide as he glanced at the clock on the wall.

"It's getting late, I gotta go back. Hey, just quickly. Is there some sort of time limit that a person from Hell can stay in the World of the Living?"

"Sinners, bound by the Chains, yes. A citizen of Hell, like Mom and myself, no. There is no time limit. We aren't bound by the chains. Hell does not own us. Therefore, we can come and go as we please."

"I see. That's good to know. That means Masaki doesn't have to stay in Hell?"

"Exactly. And from what she has told me, Mom want's to return to the World of the Living, something that I completely agree with. I want her here with you guys so there is an extra set of hands defending the place. She's strong, and her Blut can withstand a Getsuga from me." Isshin froze, before looking back at Ichigo as he was walking out the door.

"What do you mean, Ichigo? How do you know that she can take a Getsuga? How do you know about Blut? How did you know about Ywach?"

"There are reasons that I know what I know. Reasons I will tell you about, just not now and not here. After everything settles for the lull in the fighting, I'll come get you and bring you to a wicked bar we got here in the Castle. It's one of the handful of locations that is 100% secure since not many people know of its existence. Just the Cardinal Generals, Ana and myself." Standing, Ichigo walked over to his dad, who stood at his full height.

"It's good seeing you again, Ichigo. I hope that we can become a family again, but when you're ready."

"I'll be waiting, Dad. I'm tired of out family being broken. Now that Ana, Yasaka and Senna are part of the family, there is no way in Hell that I'm letting them live without knowing their whole family." Clicking his fingers, Ichigo opened a Hell Breach back to the clinic in the World of the Living. "Head to Soul Society in a couple days, bring Yuzu and Karin with you. I'll take Ana and Senna with me to pick up Yasaka, Bambi and Kunou and then head to Soul Society from there. Can you ask the Old Man to get me authorization to use the main gate? I mean…I can get around it, but if there is to be some semblance of amity between us then I guess we gotta use the main gate." Chuckling, Isshin placed a hand on Ichigo's shoulder.

"Of course, I'll call him once I get inside. I'll ask Masaki if she remembers how to make that curry you love so we have something to bring to the Mansion."

"Oh please do. That curry was fucking delicious."

"I know right. I've tried to recreate it, but I always fail." Ichigo crossed his arms.

"You as well? I've been trying for the better part of 200 years, and I am still no closer to making that curry. Yuzu can make it, but me? Nope…every time I try it comes out differently."

"You see, the same thing happens to me…I tried three times in the same day and got 4 different flavours." Ichigo looked at him with suspicion leaking from every part of him. "I know…it freaked me the fuck out as well, but I tried it once and got one flavour, and the next spoon had another flavour. The next two were completely different as well."

"I have no idea how Yuzu figured it out. Guess we'll have to get the answers from her."

"She won't give it up. I've tried everything, from bribes to fake kidnappings. Nothing. She refuses to relinquish the details. She even stabbed me with an arrow to keep her secrets."

"You're kidding? An arrow? IS she using her Quincy heritage?"

"Both of them are. Karin has a better grasp of the movement techniques and has more combat ability, whilst Yuzu is smarter, understands the more difficult theories and applies them excellently in battle. She used a class 8 Quincy technique to manipulate the arrow into my leg to get away that day."

"She made you stab yourself in the leg with and arrow using Ransotengai didn't she?"

"…shut up."

"Thought so."

"I hate you so much right now Ichigo."

"Love you too…Goat-Chin."

"Edge-lord Beansprout."

"What the actual fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"You wear black and you're super tall and lanky." Sighing, Ichigo just rubbed his forehead.

"Whatever. I'll see you soon right?"

"Of course, Son. Of course."

"Right, laters then, Old Man." Waving as he walked through the Breach, Isshin went to take a quick jab at Ichigo, but a hand reached out, grabbed him and threw him through the clinic wall and onto a hospital bed, great placement since he was now broken.

"Whyyyyyy…?"

"Sorry…Father-in-law!" Isshin sprung from the bed, his broken everything temporarily forgotten. He glimpsed a yellow eyed, violet haired woman just as the Breach closed, leaving Isshin to ponder the many things he had spoken about with his son.

"This is gonna be fun. Family reunions are gonna be the greatest now. Oh yeah…blragfh." Isshin collapsed as his body suddenly remembered it basically was a pile of jelly.

"Someone…help…please…"

His whispers fell on an empty house.

He was found a day later in a room flooded with his own tears, a poster of Masaki being used to keep his head afloat.

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"I think it's time for me to get some shuteye. It's been a long few days, and I think everyone needs to take a day off tomorrow." Turning, Ichigo began making his way to the Throne Room, the place he's been sleeping ever since Senna was conceived.

"Ichigo." He stopped, turning his head so he could look at the speaker. "I want you to stay with me from now on." Ana walked up to him, gently placing a hand on his arm, and resting her head on his shoulder. "I miss my husband, and the bed is awfully large and cold for me to be using it alone."

"Ana…I don't think that's a good idea."

"I think…you should move on. What's happened has happened Ichigo. It's time we both took a step forwards and accepted what occurred."

"But..."

"But nothing. The light of our lives came from that ritual. I wouldn't have it any other way. If I was forced to chose between denying the ritual and having the ritual, with everything that I know now, I would choose to have it a thousand times over. Senna is the best thing that could have ever happened to us." She kissed him on the cheek, then reached down and entwined her fingers in his. "And now, there is another little ball of energy on her way, so I believe that…" She kissed his cheek again. "We deserve some…alone time…" She pulled him into their bedroom, a place Ichigo hadn't stepped foot into for quite some time.

Even though he every part of him was telling him that she was working her magic against him, manipulating him with her eyes, her lips, her hair, the sway of her hips, Ichigo 'Kurosaki' Shiba…wholeheartedly gave himself to the woman he loves.

She was the only one whom he would let get away with this. He leaned down and kissed her.

"I agree."

Using his foot, Ichigo closed the door, and clicked his fingers, making sure to add a few barriers…just in case.

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The rustling of the sheets stirred him from his slumber, coupled with a weight on his chest that seemed to be perfect. Blinking the sleep away from his eyes, Ichigo slowly looked around, his eyes finding the worst damage in seconds.

The bedpost were broken, the mirror smashed, the dresser was broken as well, the curtains had been ripped off their hinges and were currently being used as bed sheets because the actual bedsheets were no where to be seen. Looking down, he found a violet haired Demon Queen lying peacefully on his chest.

Smiling at the serene expression on her face, Ichigo let his head rest back on the pillow and closed his eyes, feeling the sensation of sleep pulling him under.

*Knock Knock* "Lord Ichigo? Are you in there?"

Groaning, Ichigo gently lifted Ana off him, to which she responded to by waking up. "Someone's knocking aren't they?"

"Yup, I'm going to kill them. Hey! Person at the door! Who are you?"

"It's Akroma."

"Nope, can't kill her. Ulqiuorra might kill me. He's far more powerful now. It's actually a little scary." He laughed as Ana sat up, the curtains falling off her shoulders, revealing her body to him. He just sat there, staring, for a full minute before he made up his mind.

"Akroma! Still there?"

"Yes my Lord, do you require something?"

"Yes, for you to leave and inform everyone to not disturb Ana or me for the rest of the day. Everyone can take a day off. Bye!"

Akroma heard a soft snap come from within the room before all sound just vanished. Sighing, Akroma walked off, calling a maid over. "Lord Ichigo is not to be disturbed for the remainder of the day. Understood?"

"Yes milady." The maid curtsied and scurried off to deliver the news to the rest of the castle.

"Might as well visit Ulqi, see how the South is faring under his command." Skipping off, Akroma now had a destination in mind.

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"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Akroma skidded to a halt as the scream echoed throughout the castle. She knew the voice, she had heard it many times before. She darted off towards the Throne Room, her heart pounding as her mind came up with reasons as to why she would scream.

Slamming the doors open, she was greeted by a rather…strange…scene. On her hands and knees was Mordred, tears falling from her eyes, fists clenched as she slammed them into the ground. Standing above her, at the top of the small steps that led to the Throne, was Ulqiuorra and Stram, the latter looking rather amused.

"What is sweet Lucifer is going on here?" Ulqiuorra and Stram looked at her. The former, in his usual monotone, with an underlying hint of amusement, pointed his finger at Mordred.

"She owes me a months pay from the bet."

"I refuse to acknowledge that they didn't fight! Perhaps they fought in their minds!" Mordred shouted out rather smugly, and it was then that it finally hit Akroma.

"Mordred…are you broke?"

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"MORDRED!"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

I know its been a while, and I apologize. I had a shoulder reconstruction and that has put me off from writing, driving, working and all that for about 4 months now.

Hope you enjoy the chapter!

Jermaine94 signing off!