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Godhood: For Dummies by intata

Movies » Avengers Rated: M, English, Adventure, OC, Words: 121k+, Favs: 8k+, Follows: 10k+, Published: Oct 6, 2018 Updated: Sep 5

2,385Chapter 5

A/N

In case it's not obvious, Karl is Karl Mordo. The dude in green that was with Dr. Strange throughout half of the movie. Keep in mind that he's about seventeen at the moment. That's why he's a bit more immature than he was in the movie.

Also, to reassure people about Nathan being a five-year-old, keep in mind that it's still only 1997 in the story right now. The first Iron man movie happens in 2008/9. He'll be in his early twenties throughout the important parts of the story. This is all just the beginning. There will also be a few small time skips to make the lead-up more digestible. We'll have some fun in the meantime though, so don't worry too much about the age thing.

To reiterate: I don't own Marvel.

Nathan laughed lightly. "So yeah, I didn't exactly lie when I told Karl that I was an interdimensional demigod."

The woman nodded. She listened to his entire tale without the slightest reaction, and it was annoying Nathan to high-fucking-heaven. She really had a way of making people forget their egos.

Did the tiny, budding, Celestial-human hybrid that was dimensionally displaced think he was special or something?

Heh, nope. Apparently not.

"That's a fairly interesting story." She began. "I've only seen something similar a couple times, though for a few differences. Each instance has been included in the visions I've gotten through the Time Stone, the being in question hadn't died, and they're usually fully aware of how it happened. I know of a number of entities and magics that can move physical beings or souls across dimensions with varying difficulty. The Sling Ring that we use here, for instance, should allow us to travel to your home dimension with relative ease. However I am not aware of anything that might be capable of altering souls to fit into a sort-of 'reincarnation cycle', nor anything outside the influence of the ingot of Time itself."

Nathan nodded, thinking for a moment. "So I would be able to go back to my old dimension, then?"

She gave a small, sad shake of her head. "It's not exactly that simple. Most beings have some difficulty existing in a dimension outside of their own. Every dimension has its own unique energy, and every living thing uses that energy as a cornerstone to build off of. You being 'reborn' here makes me think that cornerstone was altered. There are still plenty of ways to travel the dimensions safely, but one must know exactly what they're dealing with so that they do not undo themselves in the process." She tilted her head. "You may have an easier time of it due to your circumstances, but I wouldn't want to risk it yet. Not until we teach you how we normally protect ourselves, at least."

The five-year-old frowned, then nodded again and asked, "Is that what you mean by 'altering souls', then? Being refitted for this dimension?"

"Well that, and when you were brought here, by whatever means, you ended up in the one possible circumstance that allowed for you to possess a Celestial heritage. And from what you tell me, Celestials' souls may be an entirely different animal compared to other, more mortal races." She drummed her fingers on her desk. "That means your soul was probably altered to be able to survive in your new body as well as our universe."

Nathan grunted with a sour look on his face. "I was trying really hard not to think about my circumstances being intelligent design, let alone the idea that I might not even be the same person anymore."

The Ancient One huffed in slight laughter, but conceded and changed the topic. "So in this… story, that the beings in your original dimension had access to, Kaecilius kills me around twenty years from now, and Strange takes over the role of Sorcerer Supreme? I admit I'm a little curious how that turned out. I've already seen his immediate future, but I couldn't see past my own death. I can see a few paths of his now, but they seem to be slightly altered in most cases."

"Yeah, he definitely becomes a powerful Sorcerer Supreme - if not the most powerful," Nathan crossed his arms and nodded to himself, looking at the floor, "but in the original story, after the incident with Dormammu; Karl, Wong, and Strange are literally the only competent magic users left. At least that I know of. I don't know of any other groups that might exist. Oh, and due to that misunderstanding that we cleared up earlier, Karl went all 'emo crazy person', and started murdering anyone that's ever used even the slightest bit of magic. Nearly all of the people that came here to 'cure' themselves had that 'cure' stripped from them during his crusade."

She frowned. "That's disheartening."

"Well, I think we've already fixed the thing with Mr. Mordo. One of the things I want to do is stop Kaecilius from rebelling in the first place. He seems a little power hungry, but his whole goal was to make everyone - that didn't get in his way - immortal and immune to time. Good intentions, meet the road to hell."

"I imagine that the main goal of yours is to have a more united front against this Thanos character, though."

Nathan shrugged. "I would rather not only have two capable sorcerers on our side against the purple idiot. If we can keep all of Kamar-Taj alive and active, we should be able to put up a better fight." Nathan's eyes widened slightly. "Oh hey, why don't we try and focus more people through the combat path?"

She shook her head slightly. "We teach a basic combat course here to everyone that's able, true, but we do not force our students down a path that they don't wish to follow."

Nathan grunted. "Yeah, but if you frame it as self defense, which isn't really a lie, we'll at least have more people that can fight, even if we can't rely on them to show up to a battlefield."

"We already do that, Nathan. I may be old, but I'm not senile. I've had a few good ideas over the years."

"Oh." He blinked. "That's good then. Well I guess the only thing we can do is prevent that whole debacle with Dormammu that's supposed to happen." Nathan paused and shrugged. "Shouldn't be too difficult to turn Kaecilius around since you gave that lecture last month. If all that bullcrap ends up happening, we'll lose over ninety percent of the people who can actually fight."

She had actually given that lecture about the nature of the 'Natural Law', and there were a number of students that looked like they were rethinking their entire existence. A couple of the masters, as well. Just that one talk wouldn't fix everything, but it was a pretty good start.

Through his time at Kamar-Taj, Nathan had put together a rough number of the practitioners of the Mystic Arts. There were roughly two hundred students at various points in their education, and about twelve Masters, though only around thirty lived in the temple. The other hundred-and-seventy-ish came and went as they pleased, or lived out of the other Sanctums.

There were three 'cliques' that Nathan could point out: the combatants, the scholars, and the self-helpers - or those that were only here because magic could help them get over some physical or mental disability. Nathan still didn't really have an idea of who fit where, or even how many were in each section, but there were easily more scholars than there were in the other two groups combined. The self-helpers only ever stuck around long enough to fix whatever problem they had, but there were a few that joined the scholars once their own problems were solved. There was even one lady that had recently joined the combat classes after converting a massive amount of muscular scar tissue into working muscle. It apparently took over three years for her to manage that feat, but she did it.

She was turning into a bit of a badass, actually.

The Ancient One sighed. "Unfortunately, when I was checking possible futures a few months ago, there were still a number of possibilities where a group of radicals start off those events. Though a good amount of them counted Kaecilius firmly on our side, we should still prepare for the worst I fear Dormammu's influence may be growing."

"I thought you didn't like to share your future knowledge?"

She smiled wryly. "I don't like to share specifics, yes. A general idea is passable depending on the situation. On that note, though, in light of the revelation that you too possess possible future knowledge, I would implore that you do not try and share it further than you have. You may speak with me about it if you wish, but few understand its burden, and I can tell you from experience that doing so will backfire magnificently." Her face contorted slightly, as if reliving a bad memory. "Everything tends to end much worse than foreseen when one shares this kind of information."

Nathan frowned. "Does that mean I shouldn't act on all the crap I know is going to happen?"

She shook her head. "I will not tell you how to lead your life, Nathan. Just keep my warning to heart. It's not so much acting on it, as it is telling people what will happen. People react poorly. Even the most composed of us fail in this regard."

Nathan bit his lip. "Alright, well I have a few plans, but I trust your judgment on this stuff, so I'll definitely keep you informed so you can yell at me when I'm doing something stupid." He looked her in the eyes. "Sound fair?"

She nodded with a small smile. "That sounds more than agreeable. You'll be making some important decisions, Nathan. Let me know if I can help." Then leaned her head forward slightly. "Anything about those 'plans' you can tell me now?"

Nathan shrugged. "They're all rough and barely actually planned out. To be honest, if I had to do it now, I would just try and be there for the big crap, and just wing it."

"That sounds more like 'goals', than 'plans'."

"Semantics." He waved it off with a small laugh. "Well basically, a bunch of heroes will be popping up left and right in about ten-to-fifteen years from now. I want to be able to help them out."

"That would be the other topic I wanted to talk about." She began, adopting a more serious atmosphere. "You've told me about yourself, but I still don't know why you're on this side of the equation. You've been given an incredible set of abilities and circumstances, and I regret to say that most people in your situation would not immediately try and be a hero."

"I think you're forgetting the fact that I was a pirate for eight years."

"Against your will, and you left as soon as you were able."

Nathan grunted.

She studied him for a moment. "Why do you want to help people? I can understand stopping Thanos, as you might end up being a victim yourself if you don't, but 'because you can' is an incredibly flimsy response. Who's to say you won't turn on us all later?"

"Well you, for one." Nathan pointed out. "Remember? Time Stone visions?"

"Please don't bring logic into this. I'm psychologically analyzing you." She responded with a smirk.

"Oh, burn. My friend, Riley, would be rolling in his grave right now."

"Is he one of the people that helped you make… Alice? Was it?"

Nathan nodded. "Alice is just what I call the version I made in this universe. The original's name was 'Overlord' and had the voice of Darth Vader because we thought it was funny." He paused for a moment, having a revelation. "That might actually be the reason why people went out of their way to kill off my friends... Huh."

"But yeah," He continued after shaking himself, "he was easily one of the more important people in the project. He was the only psychologist we had on the team, but completely essential to figuring out how the artificial intelligence should process information. We brought him in when the first iteration went sort-of insane." He smiled, thinking back on the memory. "It tried to kill us all with bad jazz music."

She blinked. "What?"

"Yep. Just turned on the radio, and kept typing out 'Die Die Die' in the command prompt while sending pictures of broken musical instruments to our cell phones."

She blinked again. "Well I believe we're getting sidetracked."

The ex-Ravager nodded, bit the inside of his cheek and 'hmm'ed. "Well I really don't have a better answer than 'because I can'." He started picking at one of his nails. "I'm not selfless, but my sense of self preservation is focused almost entirely on the financial aspect, rather than the 'keeping me alive' part of it." He waved a hand. "At least, that's what an old friend always told me, anyway.

"I don't know." He continued after a moment of thinking. "It's just every time I think about becoming evil, I picture some little girl asking her father why her mom had to die, or why their house got destroyed and why they have to live on the streets… It's just… I don't want to be the cause of that." He leaned back in his chair, staring at a point in space a few feet in front of him. "I'm definitely not the type of person to throw my entire being into helping at the cost of my way of life, but if I can secure my own space in this world with relative ease, make sure I'm fed and housed… And I have the power to help? Why the hell wouldn't I do it where I can? At least save the people in front of me?"

"So you'd jump into a fight for your life, just because you don't want a hypothetical child to cry?"

The five-year-old just shrugged. "It's dumb, I know. Every kid wants to be a superhero, and every adult wants love and luxury. I just don't want that little girl to suffer because of my decisions. I guess I get that from my mom in this life. She just wanted everyone to smile." He finished, with a sad smile of his own.

The Ancient One regarded him for a moment. "Her name was Meredith, right?"

Nathan nodded. "Yup. Total hippie."

She frowned, tapping the desk. "When you first arrived, you mentioned that your father killed her. I am only aware of the Tumor."

He grunted. "Well I know that from the stories from my original world. Ego, my father, was talking to Peter when they finally met up. He explained his evil plan, how he planted the tumor in mom and just fucked off back into space. Then Pete shot him full of holes. Only served to piss him off, but damn was that cathartic to watch."

"You're putting quite a bit of faith into the 'truth' of these stories, Nathan. It's still possible that things could differ from them."

He nodded slowly. "Well, I'll burn that bridge when I get to it. It's all I have to go off of. I promise I'll keep an eye out for anything that differs, but I really don't remember everything from those stories. I do have reason to believe that Ego's still a prick and planning on murdering the entire universe. The little details so far have all matched up with the lead-up to his plan in the story. The only proof I need is the seed of doom he supposedly left in the woods behind a Dairy Queen in Missouri. I was going to look for that after I could teleport around like a magic monkey on crack."

The Sorcerer Supreme held up a hand. "Wait a moment. I think we skipped over a few details there. He's planning on destroying the universe?"

Nathan shook his head. "Just taking over every planet, and turning them into extensions of himself, as well as all the people on them. It's genocide against life itself. The only thing stopping him is the fact that he needs another Celestial to help power the effort. The problem with that, is he's the only Celestial he knows. So to help it along, he tried having a metric fuck-ton of kids, trying to spread the gene. Only succeeded with Peter in the stories I know, but now there's me too."

"I can't help but feel that you're not giving this problem enough attention."

"The problem literally can't surface until Pete or I meet Ego. The only reason why it went as far as it did in the stories was because Pete held onto an Infinity Stone and didn't die. Word got back to Ego about that, and he started looking for him."

"When does this happen in the story?"

"When Pete's in his mid thirties, so about sixteen-seventeen years from now… ish." Nathan's mental library didn't only help him organize new information. He was able to go back through the memories of his previous life as well, and even though they were a bit blurry, he could pick up a lot of small details and cement them in memory with a little bit of effort. Because of that, he had a pretty solid idea of the order of events in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. It wasn't perfect though. A lot of that information withered and died way before he learned how to use the 'Method of Loci'. He hadn't seen every marvel movie either, a decision he was now cursing. Also, The Ancient One brought up a good point. The movies might not have been the end-all-be-all of the MCU. It was actually possible that groups like the Fantastic Four, or the X-Men were around, just quiet, or hadn't come into their powers yet.

'I'll have to look up records of James Howlett, the Baxter Building, and anything else I can remember about the extended Marvel Universe…'

"Pete managed to kill Ego in the story just fine," Nathan continued, "but I do intend to be there for that. Ego isn't like the other Celestials that you know about. He's been alone since he was 'born', so he doesn't understand the advancements that the others have made. He's not nearly as strong as they are, and doesn't have access to their resources. I know his weakness, and with magic and whatever else I have under my belt by then… Well for a god, he doesn't live up to the threat level."

"Careful, Nathan. Your hubris is showing."

Nathan opened his mouth to respond, but immediately closed it. Then after a moment; "Literal definition of 'hubris'... Well played."

She nodded, ignoring the humor. "Confidence is all well and good, Nathan, but I've seen many go against far weaker foes and find themselves lacking. You have the potential to save many, and I don't want to see that squandered due to unfounded arrogance."

The five-year-old made a face, and sighed after a moment. "Point. Yeah, I feel like I might have psyched myself up a little too much to hold the Power Stone for the first time. You have no idea how scary that was; knowing that literally everyone else that tried, exploded."

"I think I can imagine. My point, though is that you need to be as strong as possible if you're going to take on a Celestial. Even if there is a good bit of time before those events happen, and even if your father isn't as strong as the others of his kind, for all intents and purposes, he is still a god, and you are still mortal. If only because you haven't figured out how not to be."

"Wait." Nathan held up a tiny hand. "I can be 'not mortal'?"

"You can control matter on an atomic level with little difficulty." She deadpanned. "You can use the Time Stone without a medium, and you have plenty of access to knowledge that, combined with your abilities could have the potential to extend your life almost indefinitely. I think it's safe to say you'll figure it out at some point."

"Huh…That's a bit heavy."

She nodded. "It was supposed to be. The only reason why I used my own method of extending life, was because there was no one who could replace me. Duty has been my bread and butter for millennia now. I know of the horrors that being alone in time can bring."

Nathan blinked at her suggested lifespan, but kept to the topic. "You have a literal army here." He cocked his head. "Didn't you say before that your organization consisted of Master and Student only? Before you started the school here, that is? Aren't the sheer numbers enough to carry your weight?"

"Unfortunately not." She shook her head slightly. "Due to my decision in pulling energy from the Dark Dimension, I later found that Dormammu was made aware of Earth because of it. Without my holding him back, obscuring the Earth from him, he would have long since taken the planet. Even counting the Sanctum Shields."

"And no one, not even a few together, can take up that responsibility?"

"Not unless they too pull from his dimension; a risk and burden I am not willing to impart on my students."

Nathan frowned. "So what made you perform the ritual, then? You don't strike me as power hungry."

The yellow-garbed woman sighed sadly. "Naivety. I wasn't even fourty years old at the time, but I was afraid that I wouldn't find my replacement before the end of my natural life. My charge was to protect the Time Stone, and my master dying in a battle with several demons left me as its only protector." She clenched her jaw. "My master had warned me away from the teachings of Cagliostro years before his death, but at the time, I thought it my only option. I had been losing hope in finding someone to continue the Arts.

"It wasn't three years later that I found a suitable candidate." She continued, showing a peeved expression for a faction of a second. "She has long since passed, but it was her idea to start a school after teaching her own disciple." She leaned back in her seat and gestured to the room. "Kamar-Taj was the home of my master, and his master before him. The history of my line tells us that it was Agamotto's home when he started the chain."

The two of them sat in silence for a moment until Nathan raised his head.

"Just… How old are you, exactly?"

She chuckled. "Don't you know it's rude to ask a lady her age?"

"Oh come on!" Nathan threw his hands up. "I'm super freaking curious, here! You're easily the oldest living member of humanity."

The yellow-garbed lady looked him in the eyes with a raised eyebrow. "You seem to be making quite the assumption there, Nathan."

The ex-Ravager blinked. "... Are you telling me I'm wrong?" Her title was 'The Ancient One' for fuck's sake. Nathan felt lied to.

The lady nodded. "I know of at least two that are older than me. One appears in and out of history since the age of Pharaohs, parading around as a god among men. I never met the man, but he has caused much strife throughout his time. I am not aware if he still lives, but records of him can be found in the library. One of our students was rather interested in him in the early twentieth century, and decided to compile the resources. His name was En Sabah Nur."

That… Sounded suspiciously familiar to Nathan. He would be looking that up. "And the other?"

"Selene Gallio." She responded simply. "A powerful psychic and gifted sorcerer. Her, I've met."

"Sorcerer? Was she taught here?" Nathan asked, interested in another seemingly immortal magic user. If she was taught at Kamar-Taj, how was it she was older than the woman in front of him?

However she shook her head, answering the question. "I don't know where she acquired her skills in the Mystic Arts, but she is far older than Nur. Nearly three times as much, and has been active for the entirety of that time. We fought once. I only won by utilizing the power I pull from the Dark Dimension to trap her. She managed to escape, but she hasn't caused nearly as much of a public upset as Nur, though that's not for a lack of trying."

"She's been alive for so long, and hasn't succeeded? Even once?" The child asked incredulously.

"Oh she's caused her fair share of problems, just not on the same scale as Nur. She prefers to work in the shadows. Currently, I believe she associates with an elite club of shady businessmen in Europe."

"If you know where she is, why not confront her again?"

"She simply isn't a priority if she's not causing problems." The Sorcerer Supreme shrugged. "I'm also the only one capable of doing so, and am kept quite busy here."

Nathan had seen the truth in that. It was nearly a constant battle, keeping extra-dimensional beings at bay. All of the Masters had their hands full, fighting off creatures that fed on dreams, shadow beasts that ate light, or any number of weird things that wanted some part of the cake. There were even actual demons that showed up from time to time. The last 'demon invasion' was in South Africa about twenty years ago, and it seemed to be a semi-regular occurrence.

Mephistopheles had a few hands in the pot, apparently.

And that was another thing: he should expect the Ghost Rider at some point. He heard that the soul-sucking fire-demon-man was in 'Agents of Shield', but he never got around to watching any meaningful length of that show.

"So literally everyone older than you is a bad cookie? Fun." Nathan pouted. "But really though; how long have you been around? I'm even more curious after hearing about those two."

Her lips twitched upwards. "Well, lets just say I met a man named Siddhārtha Gautama in my first century alive." She leaned forward slightly. "You might know him better as 'Buddha'."

The five-year-old gaped. "Please don't tell me that the cornerstone to a whole religion was just a sorcerer prancing around."

The ancient lady laughed. Like, fully laughed. "No, no. Gautama was no sorcerer. He did have a type of magic of his own, one which is still practiced today with little success, but he did not practice the Mystic Arts as stated by Agamotto. I cannot say the same for some other messiahs though." Her eyes shifted, staring through the wall on the far side of the room. "There was once a man named Yeshua for instance. The pronunciation differs greatly depending on the language, but he was widely seen as the son of a God for the magical feats he would perform, even though he never claimed to be. However he was indeed chosen by a deity of some sort. I could gather that much from the time he spent here in Kamar-Taj in his youth. If he was related, though, I am not aware. Extra-dimensional beings of power claiming champions was not… entirely uncommon in that era; even more so for the era before it.

"I later heard stories of his travels and exploits," She continued, "where he used his immense talent in the Arts, and personal gifts, to spread peace. I was sad to hear of his demise when the news arrived. Quite brutal, if I'm honest. There were tales of his return, but I never put much weight in them. Unfortunately though, his teachings have been misconstrued over the years. Many wars have been started to 'defend' them."

Something in that story rung a few bells in Nathan's mind, but he couldn't place it. "How did he die?"

She adopted a wry smile, still staring through the back wall. "The empire of the time and place saw him as a threat." She said simply.

Nathan waited for her to continue, but nothing further came.

After another moment, she turned to him. "Thank you Nathan. We got a little sidetracked, but that was all I needed. Remember; Wednesday at five sharp."

Nathan stood from his seat and bowed slightly. "Of course, Master."

Come Wednesday, Nathan couldn't quite contain himself. He stood in the courtyard with about twenty other students as one of the Masters; a short, bald, old man with a staggeringly long goatee, walked around with a box containing a number of large, dull golden rings. As he stopped in front of Nathan, the five-year-old picked one out of the box, and nodded to the man, who moved on to the next disciple.

As the Master moved along slowly, Nathan took the time to examine the ring. It was a little large for him, but it was made of two rings, connected by a thick bar that laid over top of them. Concluding that it was made entirely of Oricalcum, Nathan spotted two small rivets placed on either side of the bar's top face, along with a complex pattern that he could recognize from his studies in Eldritch Enchanting.

The pattern was a binding seal, if he placed it correctly… He'd look into it later.

"The Sling Ring is an essential tool in the Mystic Arts." The Master began once each student had a ring. His voice echoing throughout the courtyard as he walked towards the front. "They allow us to travel throughout the Multiverse. An essential tool for all practitioners of the Mystic arts. I am here to teach you all how to use them, but it is up to you to do so. All you need to do is focus. Visualize. See the destination in your mind; imagine every detail. The clearer the picture, the quicker, and easier, the gateway will open."

Now standing in front of the group, he placed his own ring on the index and ring fingers of his left hand, then held it out in front of him in a fist. "First, you must calm your mind. As you are aware, completing any spell is a battle between your greater mind, and your emotions. Let them wash away. Feel the ring on your fist, and focus." He let the crowd of students to his instructions for a moment. "Have you noticed?" He asked. "It is quite a complicated tool. There are three parts to it: one ring to ground your location, the second ring to link it to another, and the bar connecting them, both the rings and the locations."

He looked around, confirming he was understood before continuing. "There is a concept that you must understand before successfully creating a gateway: location does not exist. You are where you wish to be. Let the ring handle the magic. All you must do, is will yourself away."

He rose his right hand in line with his left fist, and drew a small circle in the air.

Immediately, golden sparks exploded in an arc as he drew them, slowly completing a large circle in the empty air. When the circle was completed, the air inside shimmered and blurred until an entirely different scene was displayed in front of the students.

An endless valley of flowers sitting atop rolling hills, all bending and weaving in the wind.

"Remember." The Master continued, letting the gateway fizzle out. "Location does not exist. Begin."

A/N

Holy shit. That beginning conversation was only supposed to be like… a quarter of how long it turned out to be. Was going to end it after that, but I needed to give you guys some magic. I managed to set up a couple things in there, but I hope it didn't bore you.

Please don't get mad at me for throwing in a little religious lore. I totally made all that up, but the Marvel Universe has already explained away plenty of Gods as just ancient mutants, or aliens. Jesus and Yahweh are already accounted for in regular Marvel lore as well. I just expanded on them. Feel free to look them up.

If you're wondering, it is uncertain if he ever did claim to be the Son of God. "Sons of God" was a term used by the Jewish people to describe their entire faith, and Jesus did, in fact, use it to describe himself according to the Good Book. Jesus did repeat the phrase "I AM" which was significant, as it was implying he was God in some interpretations of the Book of John, and there may be more references that I am missing. However there are other interpretations for this, and I prefer to think of the man as humble.

Now I fully embrace the fact that I might be wrong in all of this. If that's the case, I truly apologize for any feelings of discontent I may have caused by including that segment. I am not a religious man, but I felt it prudent to try and link the history of the world together; to give the Ancient One a more… Motherly feel. I have studied parts of the Old Testament, and am going to school for Ancient Studies, focusing on just after Dark Age Greece through the time period leading up to the end of Pompeii in 79 AD, so I like to think I have some qualifications to hold a conversation on the topic. If you're interested, or feel I've failed to express something correctly, PM me and we can talk about it. I am always willing to learn.

Again, I promise nothing regarding the timing of the next chapter. I'm slow.

I don't need a new asshole. The one I have works just fine, so please don't rip me a new one with your crappy insults. However if you have actual constructive criticism, I will gladly accept it. If you don't know the difference, you don't have to say anything at all.

Please review! Even if it's just a word or two, I would like to know what you think.

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