The Theocracy of Lightning
Chapter IV
The City of Smack Downs!
"Lightning"
"Ginny, hun-hun!" I chirped playfully as I hugged her from behind after we stowed our trunks away on the scarlet steam train: Destination Hogwarts. "A little faster babe, or the freaking trains going to leave without us, and then I'll have to fly us to school or something!"
She leaned back into me, smiling up, amused. "Keep it together, Light or I might be the one spanking you next time," she said cheekily, making sure to keep her voice down.
Her mother had started watching us closer. It was probably on the old man Dumbledore's orders, especially if that wand thing with that phoenix feather was a part of his plans that I ruined. Then the stealing our wands thing, though I did technically buy them, and I did feel a little bad about that, as I knew the old man was no more perverted than a normal person, which was why I left the money.
It was more amusing because I believe Dumbledore had discovered the bank going after him for the money he had wrongfully taken, or some such. I can't get over that the bastard stole from an infant, and some of the goblins showed their corruption. At least the goblin bastards involved would meet their maker for it, and they had dishonoured their bloodlines and oafs to the bank. When the truth finally got out, only the fact the Manager himself got involved and made sure to reimburse me would hold trust with the wizards who used their service, and funnily, after my complaint, Mr. Manager was setting up some customer service retreats for his staff, as he was sick of all the complaining about terrible service, and thought that they would do well, improving their front desk services.
I'll have to get Dumbledore myself. He has to repay me for all of his crimes against me. The greedy prick.
Though, I have to say, even if only inside my own head. I doubt they would have refunded or cared without me showing to have the strength to carry out my threats, but possibly in-part because of my name, and what I could have done to their trust. Also, I would have robbed those greedy bastard's blind if I had too. It looked like I would only need to enchant a lot of muggle gadgets and it wouldn't be too hard, or use a giant drill.
The drill sounds more fun!
Shaking those thoughts away. I pulled back from my cuddle, and started pushing my Ginny until we were on the train. "We would have been here ages ago if your idiot family knew how to get ready the day before. Honestly. I never knew people could be that retarded!"
Ginny blushed as she looked at me as we walked through the train together looking for the perfect place to sit. It was already crowded with students and I had to shove many of them out of my way, some to the floor as they annoyingly didn't care about letting us pass even when we were polite enough to ask.
"I guess. They've always been like that," she replied with a shrug. "None of them have any organisational skills. I swear sometimes it feels like they're happy being so ridiculously close to time," she said right as the last boarding call whistle blew.
I rolled my eyes. "Yeah. Stupid if you ask me," I said as I stopped her by a compartment with three girls within, all already in uniform, so likely used a fireplace to get to the station.
The first I knew. Blaise Zabini. The smoking hot black chick. She sat next to a girl with long blonde hair to her waist, tied back with a black headband keeping it pulled tight out of her eyes. Her cool grey eyes flashed up, looking at us in disdain through the window on the door.
Sitting opposite was a smaller girl with ruffled brown hair, in a long-style pixy cut, or whatever girls were calling it these days. She was the smallest of the three, but not by much with brown eyes, and brown skin. She was an Arab, if I were to guess.
I smirked as I checked out my blue skirt, hanging halfway down my thighs and black top hugging my body with my blue coat, and I wore blue half boots, and baggy black shin-high socks. I looked good, but had to frown looking at Ginny in her school uniform with Gryffindor patch hiding away her goodness, as she was a stubborn cutie, and wouldn't let me lavage her in gifts of clothes, even though it would be me enjoying them most.
Barging into the compartment seemed like the sort of thing I would do, and it was, as I did. The three girls looked to us, and though the blonde and the pixy loving Arab cuties glared, Blaise showed both caution and respect as she stood to her friends' shock, and bowed in submission, as she waited for me and Ginny.
I sat next to Pixie while Ginny sat opposite. It was only after we sat that Blaise took her seat too, glaring at the other two, which seemed to confuse them further.
"T-this is Mistress Lightning Arcanum! Goddess of the Theocracy of Lightning," Blaise was quick to say to her two friends, surprising me she did her research. "These are friends of mine," she added, gesturing the two other girls, both wearing Slytherin patches. "Daphne Greengrass," she said pointing out the hot blonde, before gesturing the cute Arab girl. "And Tracey Davis!" she introduced me.
"You don't look like much!" Tracey said before Blaise could stop her, pushing up her glasses in worry. "Blaise said you're some kind of dangerous bad-arse, goddess or something, but you're nothing but another girl-."
She didn't say any-more as I grabbed her wrist and with little effort pulled her onto my lap. Her cheeks went red, and eyes wide as white power flowed, arching up around my eyes, over my nose, around my ears, and arching through my hair without making it frizzy.
My nose was touching hers as she went still, my grip too tight for her, our lips near touching as my demonstration stopped. "Be a good girl, or I'm going to have to spank that beautiful tight little brown arse of yours. But if you're into that sort of thing, I'll do it anyway," I told her in a husky voice while my hands wandered behind her, to feel her tight butt through her robe, squeezing it, she whimpered.
I felt the train finally moving as I watched her cute little whimper as I gently kissed her lips, nibbling them softly before speaking. "But give me your-everything, and we can take this world from the incompetent morons, and rule in their stead!"
Pulling her into my arms, she practically curled up in my lap, burying her face in my neck and breathing deeply, as it went to show that protection, warmth, and love was something so many girls wanted and needed. Her arms wrapped around me and held me, cuddled me around my neck, content.
"Yes, my Goddess, Lightning!" she was quick to agree, shivering as she melted further into my embrace.
I looked to Daphne to see her watching in awe before she nodded. "Master," she agreed, her pale cheeks flushed with rose. "I-I will follow you, of course," she readily agreed, no longer with coldness in her eyes, but uncertainty and surprisingly, relief and hope.
Offer people an alternative to serving morons and they are easily the most loyal people you could have by your side. "Good," I said with a grin, offering my hand, she took it and I brought her fingers to my lips before kissing them and letting go as my grin brightened with her cheeks, lightening the mood and not letting Tracey go, not that she tried to leave me, as she snuggled, content while I ran my fingers through her soft shirt hair. "Gin-baby said you girls have been hanging around some filthy tart because she is 'higher' up than you. That stops now!"
"It's not that easy, our Goddess!" Blaise said while Daphne nodded in agreement, and they both looked a little jealous that Tracey got so much of my love, but they would have their time with me soon enough.
"To Slytherin house it's an honour thing!" Daphne continued to elaborate. "A muggle-born witch… goddess or not with a… Weasley girl aren't going to cut it no matter what you can do! It will be trying, but…" she trailed off as said Weasley was snickering. "What?" she asked while I held my humour in.
Ginny grinned at her. "So, Parkinson out ranks the 'Girl'-Who-Lived?" she asked, amused as they all looked at me, shocked, even Tracey pulled back to stare with wide eyes, "let alone a goddess."
"I… I heard about… but yes, t-the Potter name is a different matter," Daphne said while I settled Tracey to lie on me again, though this time she used my chest for a pillow so she could interact too while I cuddled her, and she could enjoy the softness of my boobs. "It outranks Parkinson by a long way, but unless you were in Slytherin it doesn't matter. They're big on crap like that or we would have broader options! And if you were in Slytherin. It wouldn't be pretty."
I made a noise of amusement. "If your fellow house mates want to fight! Their little twigs couldn't help them. Foolish bullies and haters like them. They don't know what a real fight is! Look into muggle fighting, whether with weapons or without and you will see them do things without magic that could turn your stomach, as they are the most dangerous species on this planet.
"If this girl, and her pullocks don't get the message. I'll put the bitch on a leash!" I said causing them to grimace, as they knew I meant a real leash to keep her as a pet.
Then in a flash of purple light, a deep purple thundercloud coloured bird appeared, shifting and morphing to land on Tracey with a letter in her mouth, as she was now a cute storm coloured kitten offering up mail.
"Thank you, Sparkler!" I said smiling as I took her delivery and she was proudly wearing her blue collar with platinum tag with her name on it, and a warning for anyone who even thought of trying to take my beloved familiars. She let Tracey pet her while she padded away between us to get comfortable and lay down with a cute little yawn.
"You have a mail carrying lightning travelling shape shifting bird-cat?" Daphne blurted out looking as if she felt silly asking all of that as she saw it with her own eyes.
"Storm spirit!" Blaise surprisingly answered. "But I suppose it shouldn't be surprising given our goddesses power set."
"Oh, what do we have here…? Huh?" I asked as I looked down at the kitten as she looked at me with smiling blue eyes, and a tiny purple spark along her whiskers. "Very funny," I told her, rolling my eyes. "I can see it's a letter from Gringotts," I told her while Tracey stroked her under the chin and she was soon purring away in total bliss.
Shaking my head, I open the letter and read over some things. "Let's see, yep, yep, and yep. Heh, would you look at that. I now own that watering hole. The Leaky Cauldron! I think I'll turn it into a candy store and juice bar or something."
"Y-you own the… and you want to turn it into a sweet shop?" Blaise asked, scandalised. "It's been there for… well a long time. It's the first-place muggle-born's see and-."
"I'll accept muggle money too, as well as magic people cash, only advertise it better," I interrupt her rant. "You made my point for me. Amaze with all of the goodies, not a dirty old medieval theme bar!"
"Well, that does kind of make sense," Daphne agreed with me. "I mean, if it can turn over a profit and… fast access, nearly first access to the first-year muggle-born's. What would no pure-blood ever think of-?"
"Muggle-born's going 'dark'," Tracey said with a cheeky smirk, and I kissed her soft cheek before she blushingly continued. "It's genius. Even if they suspect, their own arrogance will hold them back until it's too late."
I grinned, shrugging. "That's the thing with people stuffing their own heads up their arses. They don't have time for somebody else's!" I said but frowned as that just sounded like I wanted my butt cleaned by a cute girl's tongue rather than a metaphor.
I internally shrug, as that would feel nice too, as my new friends looked so very sexy, and it would be fun for both me, Ginny, and even Tracey to get to play with Daphne and Blaise's much larger, and plump tits than either of us (meaning me, Ginny, and Tracey especially).
But most of all, I wondered how far up their tongues could-. No! Naughty Lightning. Not yet. You have more pressing evils to think about. Not to mention games you could be playing. You'll just turn yourself on and have to take the girls to the bathroom in turn all journey, or maybe they could blank out the windows, seal and silence the compartment, and no, I quickly shook that off.
We settled in after that, and after a short while when we got out some games we brought between us, Tracey climbed off my lap, and we played some odd magical card games. Ginny couldn't really teach me much about before as two wasn't an optimum number for a lot of the games, just exploding snap and witches' chess. I refused to call it wizards anything after I found an all-female piece set that was ridiculously adorable, even if it was rather expensive – it should be called Mages Chess if anything since the normal set had 'male' and 'female' pieces.
The snack woman came wheeling her trolley and we got some odd snacks. I still have to wonder about every flavour beans. Why the heck do people keep buying them when they contain flavours like snot, puke, and even poop and pee flavoured beans? It was ridiculous that some moron even thought it was a great idea to make them, let alone sell them in packets to school kids!
We were just settling down after we finished our snacks, all huddled around a magazine. It wasn't anything girly, but it was a broom magazine as Blaise followed broom races, surprisingly, which was adorable.
It looked like lots of fun, and I got to cuddle with all of my new friends.
The magazine had many moving pictures showing race highlights. However, we were looking over some of the new broom stats to brooms just out or coming out soon like the Nimbus Sidewinder, and the Firebolt Omega, or Arrow Wildcard, among some of the coolest.
However, all good things come to a quick end when idiots interrupt. The door was harshly torn open and there he was. The idiot of idiots wearing mismatched 'muggle' clothes standing with a girl. She had frizzled brown hair to her shoulder blades in her school uniform with Gryffindor patch, and pale skin.
"Wow. I knew I should have removed the sign saying: idiots' welcome!" I said rolling my eyes as they sparked. At least the girl got the hint and took a step back. "The girl can stay. You. Piss off!"
Ronald sneered as hard as he could before ignoring me and turning to Ginny. He was giving her a loathed look that was making me have to count to ten in my head or I would break his legs.
"Ginny!" he spat out. His face was bright red from rage and he was actually shaking he was that angry. He reminded me of this comedy I once saw where this tumble dryer went out of control and the lead character was shaking fiercely as he jumped on top of it hoping, fruitlessly that it would help, rather than unplugging it like a sane person.
"What are you doing here!" he demanded. "With these filthy Slytherins!" he roared out.
Ginny stood up calmly, smiling even, which should have been a bad sign; a sign to run.
Crack!
She hit him so hard that when he hit the floor blood exploded out of his broken nose and he burst into tears, sobbing, which was rather sad for his age. What can I say? I may have taught my lovely Ginevra how to throw a proper punch and make sure it hurt while we had little else to do, except read up on some stuff for school so we were ahead, and shagging, (well making love), and whatnot.
I needed to be ahead anyway with this whole catch up debacle, and when it came to shagging, Ginny was always eager to try everything and then some, to be the best girlfriend she could be to her goddess, and I loved her, and I was happy.
"O-oh my goddess!" the girl cried out in horror. "Y-you hit him-."
I stood with Sparkler zooming up to sit on my shoulder, hissing at the girl as she took a step back. "Hermione Granger if I'm not mistaken?" I asked her and she nodded, gulping. "Ronald talks a lot about the friendless girl who he has do all of his homework!"
I offer her my hand, which caused her to flinch. "Come. Join our… sisterhood and you can stand by my side. I shall only offer you this once. If you refuse and come running to me in the future for protection from Dumbledore and Voldemort. I shall only accept you as my obedient slave! Understand! I don't give second chances!" I said, knowing I probably would give her another chance if she was as useful as Ginny said she could be, and she was rather pretty.
She took a step back, shaking her head in fear. "Then leave, but you shall return," I said, sitting back down. "You're smart enough that you'll see passed Dumbledore. When that time comes, you will come back. You will drop to your knees and you will swear your undying loyalty because it won't be about you, but what about your family. They'll need protecting from the old basket case too, and I'll be your only option. I will look after you. I swear by that, Hermione."
She looked to Ron as he sobbed on the floor and stepped towards him as the door slid closed. I watched her as she helped him leave and smirked, sparks lighting my eyes.
"You really think that she will come to you?" Tracey asked in doubt.
I looked to her and nodded. "She will have no choice if she wants to ever find happiness, and for her family to be protected. I will be the only person rich and powerful enough to help her, who will help her. Hmm... I suppose I should speak to my weirdo cult members at my London Temple, about the possibility of taking in people who shall need protecting... they're so adorable."
They didn't have a chance to reply, kind of shocked the goddess thing was taking off like that, as in a fizzle of purple a little storm coloured purple fox kit landed in my lap with a letter in her mouth. She hopped up to her feet and yipped as she dropped the letter.
"You have two?" Tracey said in amazement as she started eagerly petting the kit, as she admitted that she had always wanted to cuddle a baby fox, and this one was rather accepting, and eager for some snuggles.
"Oh, yeah. This is Stormy. Sparkler's twin sister!" I replied as she picked Stormy up, cuddling her while Sparkler zipped over to land in Ginny's lap for some attention of her own. "Heh," I mumbled as I opened the letter and looked it over, curious. "So, Alice Longbottom. One of my godmothers is in the mental illness ward just as described. The hospital has now moved her to a private sector for some expensive experimental treatments. I don't know why the Longbottom's didn't bother trying everything and not just giving up so easily, but unfortunately, the Longbottom's refused to let Frank, her husband join her – it seems from this that Dumbledore interceded, and likely lied to the Longbottom's, and tried to stop me taking Alice, but I managed to get Power of Attorney over her. Luckily Dumbledore hadn't found that out yet, but if the treatment workrd, Dumbledore would hopefully, lose the Longbottom's... and possibly more, and if they stick by Dumbledore's side, they won't once Alice uses her power as Frank's wife to get him treated and he wakens..."
"They were tortured, weren't they?" Blaise asked, sad, startling me. "It was Death Eaters. I hadn't ever heard that Alice Longbottom was your godmother though-."
"Yes," I replied frowning. "It makes one wonder that since Sirius was out of the picture whether a certain old man instigated things, as I apparently had two godmothers, but I don't know the second, and it seems strange that he's so against the possibility of curing them, enough that I had to take Alice out of the country where she is now receiving treatment in Florida, as apparently the Ministry and MACUSA don't see eye-to-eye these days, and they have the better hospital in Tallahassee, which is a bonus for their daughter when she'll eventually get to visit."
The other girls looked thoughtful for a moment when the door slid open again. I had thought that either the moron had returned, or another moron, but it was a cute girl with dirty blonde hair hanging loose down her back. Her light blue eyes were dazed and far away. She was out of breath, so I figured she had been running, likely fleeing.
However, I noticed the relief on her face as she looked at me. She was content. I realised that she came to me. She knew I was here and that I'm powerful enough to help her. I saw the fear as she turned round as this huge boy would have run her over if I hadn't moved, pulling her back as I stood, pulling her to stand behind me.
The large boy was joined moments later by another huge monstrosity and a skinny pale girl with slicked back blonde hair, in an eighty's gangster style, only hanging to her butt and tied back in a ponytail, sneering at us with cold grey eyes.
"You had a problem with her. Now you have a problem with me!" I hissed out dangerously. "If you don't get the fuck out of here, I'm going to hurt you, or maybe the blonde bitch with terrible taste in... friends, can drop to her knees and bow before kissing my feet, and then she can become my slave, as though she's rather scrawny, she is pretty cute?!"
The blonde girl sneered harder, gritting her teeth. "You think you…" she trailed to a stop with her tiny voice, as she noticed the three Slytherins with me. "W-what the hell, with a freaking Weasley, and her-!"
"Lightning Arcanum!" I answered the unasked, "but you may know me better as Hari Potter." Her eyes widened and showed she wasn't quite that stupid as she put two and two together, getting, the ex-Boy-Who-Lived. "But you should call me Lightning!" I added as one powerful spark flicked up my body and crashed into the ceiling, burning it. "And that was just me flexing my… muscles, and I'll admit, I like fitter girls, but a scrawny little mouse like you would be fun to play with too! I could love you too."
The blonde girl sneered, as she tried to hide her quiver, before looking over her minions and smirking. "Crabbe! Goyle! Teach her who runs things around here!" she ordered only for one to take my left leg in the stomach, and to fly out of our compartment, crashing into the door opposite, buckling it and he was not getting up again under his own steam.
The blonde girl looked sick as she and the others stared in horror. "Piss me off again little girl, and it will be you going over my lap, bare arsed for a spanking, and I'll make sure to put my power into it... though, a girl like you wants to be a thing for someone like me, so you'll love every moment!"
"N-no I wouldn't!" she quickly stuttered while bright red in the cheeks, and leading her last minion off with the door closing. Her minion had to drag away the 'cold' minion. I watched until they were far enough that I didn't care, and just sat, smirking.
"That's Draconica Malfoy, but we just call her Darcy, if you're wondering," Daphne said while giving me this look of wonder and delight. "She hates being called Darcy, and even Pansy, the one you heard about before says her full name is too troubling to call her. Her family are considered higher ups, like Highborns, but her? She's rather weird, best friends with Pansy, and hires thugs to help with her bullying, but can only pay talentless losers."
"Good to know!"
Ginny was giggling. "Wow, Light. That little bitch has a spanking coming. I bet eventually one of us will get the honour."
"It will be you, My beautiful Goddess!" the new blonde girl said as she moved opposite me, bowing with a sweet smile. "But I'll admit. Her first spanking is always changing from you to Ginevra, and even occasionally me and others," she said looking around to the other girls. "After all, the way forward is always shifting because of free will."
I grinned at her. "Clairvoyance?" I asked as I pulled her to sit on my lap. She did, snuggling up in my arms happily.
"Yes," she agreed in love and delight. "Ginevra is an empath, and you. You are something so much more. The muggles are responsible for your powers. Such genius, to create a god."
"Luna. Are you okay?" Ginny asked as she moved, plopping Stormy on Daphne's lap and sitting beside us, stroking the blondes' cheek in worry. "You never told me you can see into the future."
"You never told me you can feel people's emotions," she replied with a sheepish smile, leaning into Ginny's touch, kissing her fingers, but I suppose being a seer has already seen, knows, and wants that future for herself and can't wait.
"I concede!" she replied cuddling up with us.
"So why was that spankable bitch after you?" I asked, confused, as she seemed harmless unless you knew of her gift.
She shrugged impishly. "I could really only guess. I can't see other people's futures. Only mine. When mine overlaps someone else's, only then can I see. If that future involves me. I know it might not seem like much, but it can really help me avoid bad things.
"I think it might be something to do with Darcy's father," she speculated, shrugging. "Her father isn't a nice man. Then you. I think her father might have found out about your return, Lady Lightning, and he works for Voldemort. Not only that, but even I've heard a few whispers that you're not… the 'good' girl you're supposed to be. There are even Muggles who worship you as a goddess. Lucius Malfoy will be concerned. Should be concerned even. He may not consider you a threat now, especially with your love of muggle-born's.
"However, you do pose a threat siding against Dumbledore and… and Voldemort. This could give people an extra ground, especially since you have no problem killing people. He'll also be wary… afraid that you'll side with Dumbledore, or even the ministry, even if only a temporary alliance. I think he might be taking it out on his daughter, likely being a whiny git, which was why she took the opportunity to send her hired goons after me."
"Well, you stick with me baby!" I quickly told her, smirking and captured her lips with mine. She accepted my kiss, kissing sloppily back, but she would learn like Ginny did, and my other girls would. I pulled back with a grin. "Next time that girl even looks at you, she'll be using her tongue to wipe girls arses after they've finished on the toilet!"
She smiled dreamily and snuggled with me. "I love you my Goddess Lightning!" she admitted breathlessly.
I smiled. Kissing her cheek. "And I'll love you too," I replied smugly.
We hadn't much of a chance to get comfortable as the train suddenly lurched, screeching to a halt. Metal on metal almost worse than nails on a chalkboard, and the lanterns were flickering more like electric lights in a storm even though they were magical flames. I looked at our mirrored reflections in the windows as I realised that night had fallen.
The train came to a full stop, and still looking at the glass I watched as it frost-over.
"Dementors!" Luna quickly said, worried. "M-Master Lightning, please. I mean. Your future is too. It is all over the place. Chaotic. Because of the unpredictability of lightning. I can only see things that will be. The lights going out and the dementors, but there are too many possibilities going forward!"
She said it, and poof. The light had gone as an icy chill extinguished them. I was quite apprehensive as everything happened. I had heard about dementors and read up on them because of Sirius Black's escape from the wizard prison Azkaban; even though I'm certain he was innocent of any crime, and even if he wasn't, the law and lore of the Western world, built on the foundation of the Magna Carta was innocent until proven guilty. I just wished the morons in power practised that evenly. The more I know about this world, magic or not, the more disappointed I became with the lax of justice.
"D-Dementors aren't g-good!" Daphne stuttered out fearfully.
I felt it through the dark. My eyes glowed in the dark, allowing me to see, as something breathing ice into my lungs slowly slid the door open, and their IT was. It wore a long black robe and I realised this thing was where the image of Death came from, as I was pretty sure the real Angel of Death was several beings or more, and only one looked similar, but he had a boat and travelled the River Styx in the Underworld, as I was pretty sure that god's did exist. Its breath was bone rattling, sucking the happiness out of the air.
I heard it. The screaming. My mother. Begging for my life. I felt dizzy hearing her. I looked through the haze to this thing. I could see its scabby hands as it pulled its hood back to show a gaping mouth full of teeth. It came closer and I could see blurred lines coming from my very being.
"Fuck you!" I hissed as I slid from Luna, and I stood and boom. White ball lightning blast forward exploding into the creature, shattering glass. The monster dropped heavily to the ground, sliding down the opposite carriage wall, cracking it and buckling the door more.
The Dementor had cried out in agony, but I walked closer, as I found the correct frequency to brush off it's effects on me. I could smell its burning flesh and smirked as I looked down at it. The whole train had seemed to freeze.
I reached down grabbing the things face. "Irony has come to suck the life out of you!" I hissed out as streams of blue-white power bubbled and poured back, into me, healing me, strengthening me before the creature burst into a whale of black smog, and nothing more!
From within its centre burst screams as green lights blast out and up, through walls and ceilings, joy and gratitude filling the corridor as we watched them slowly leave. I mildly wondered what would happen to those souls if they could consider me their god.
Was there a celestial plane for those who worshipped me? I hoped so, and smiled gently, as I was glad to have freed all those souls, even those who had deserved the death penalty, as I honestly didn't think anyone deserved a date of having their souls devoured by such creatures.
I watched down the train, stronger than normal on a recharge as Dementors fled, running and crying out in a panic. I would have to end them all at some point, but not today. I returned to my girls and sat down with them looking at me in awe.
"How the hell did you kill a Dementor?" Daphne asked, awed.
"Everything has… electricity flowing through them to live," I told them shrugging. "It is a bio energy, but I control electricity. I can draw it out of power boxes, lights, or whatever, but I can also draw it out of living beings. It can heal me. It recharges my battery…"
"T-those lights at the end. Freed souls!" Tracey mumbled while looking sick, quivering in disgust, and wondering aloud in a soft whisper whether, if Lightning had really become a god, whether they would go on to a new Patheon, but I had no answer to that yet.
to be continued…
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