Masuk"Wait... what?" She turned toward him. "You want me to stay?"
"Only if you want to. I know you have mixed feelings about what happened, and you're certainly free to go. I just didn't know which room you wanted and was trying to make conversation. You can stay in the tower, but that might make you nervous about getting trapped again, so I didn't want to assume anything."
"You realize what you're asking, right? You want me to stay here, to live with you, even after everything I've done."
His face darkened and he lowered his voice. "I want you to stay because of what you've done."
Yuki blinked a couple of times, unsure of what she had just heard. "You want me here because... because I tried to kill you?"
"Kind of." He kept his eyes on the distant rats. "I keep thinking about that shadow thing and it makes me wonder. What else is tucked away in the house, waiting to try and manipulate me? What if something causes me to hurt somebody one day, like Emily did? Who would notice, who would be able to stop me from going off the deep end?"
"You don't think the others would notice?"
He shrugged. "They might. But would they be able to do what needed to be done?" Mike turned to look at her. "I have a feeling that you would, but I hope it never comes to that. I know that you only want what is best for the house. Even in the middle of hating me, you were able to set your feelings aside. Abella told me that you tried to give her the key and come get me. That still counts, even if it didn't work."
"I guess." She crossed her arms and scowled. "So you want me to stay just so I can kill you in case you go off the deep end?"
"What?" He looked confused for a moment, his eyes eventually settling on the wry grin on Yuki's face. He chuckled and shook his head. "No, I want you to stay because you belong here, with the others. They might not remember you now, but they're still the same people you used to know. I just wanted to be up front with you that I'm aware that something might happen to me someday. I rarely have a plan, and I've gotten lucky more than once. Someday, that luck might run out, and I need to know I can depend on you." Mike chuckled. "That, and if this plan you came up with works, it's going to really piss off some people. I wouldn't mind the extra firepower at home."
"If they survive." A grin crossed her lips. "Okay, we have a deal. We can worry about room assignments after I get back."
"Good." He patted her head, then jerked his hand back. "I'm really sorry. I have no idea why I keep doing that."
"It's... it's okay." She couldn't help but smile. "It reminds me of an old friend."
"Okay then." He did it again, but gave her hair a good ruffle. A hot breeze blew across both of their backs, and he turned around to look. Down on the ground, one of the first portals had been opened. "Oh boy, I'm getting nervous."
"Me too." They watched together in silence as the rats did their work, the portals opening throughout the garden. Eerie light from different worlds cast a technicolor glow into the sky. Each portal went to a world that was like this one, completely closed off from everywhere else.
Beneath them, the ground began to rumble.
Mike broke the silence. "I did want to ask you a question."
"What's that?"
"Why is the Grim Reaper out in my front yard?"
Yuki grinned. "I traded away a decade of my life to trap an avatar of Death inside of that card. He was meant for Emily, but she had already passed. Once summoned, the avatar must collect the soul of the person I request before it can return to... I guess wherever Death exists."
"So he's not actually the Grim Reaper?" He held up his hands and made a pair of air quotes.
"Death is more of a concept than a person or a deity. Just think of it like one of your mall santas. They aren't the real santa, just one of his helpers, an extension."
"Ah. I see. So... he's just stuck here? In my front yard?" He paused, deep in thought. "Is he... safe?"
"I guess. I tried to use the card on that Amir guy, but apparently his soul wasn't in his body, or whatever. So until Amir actually dies and crosses over, Death is stuck on here." She shrugged. "This is new territory for me, too. As for being safe... I'm not sure."
"Lord Mike?" Reggie coughed from down below. "It's going to become fairly unstable soon. You may wish to climb down from there."
"Sure." He climbed down first, then offered a hand to Yuki, who followed. The ground rumbled and she fell into his arms. He caught her easily, holding her close against him until the tremors passed. It was an oddly comforting sensation, feeling his arms around her body, the most human contact she had had in over a decade. His nymph magic washed over her, at once so similar to Emily's, but already so very different.
She steadied herself and the ground shook again.
Reggie scampered up. "We will be done here shortly. The exit portals have all been sealed, so you will need to use the reflecting pool here to get home."
"You're sure the pool will take us home?" Yuki asked.
"Of course!" Reggie drew himself to his full height. "My subjects are leaving the same way. It returns you to the closest reflective surface to your departure point on Earth."
"You're gonna get wet, though," Mike added.
"Not the worst thing that's ever happened to me." She turned her attention to the horizon. "I guess we should get started."
Meaning that somewhere, Amir was still alive. Or his soul was, at least."Well, they shouldn't be hassling you now..." her words trailed off when a dark figure appeared near the entry, walking cautiously between the lions, hands held up in peace."I got this." Mike walked around her, the activity in the yard coming to a halt. Mike set his coffee on the end of the railing and moved with confidence, feeling the magic awaken inside of him just a little. The lions turned their heads to watch the newcomer, just waiting to sense hostile magic and spring into action.The hooded figure stopped, gazing across the yard with apprehension. It took Mike much longer to reach her than it would have a week ago, and when he drew near, the figure drew back its hood."Elizabeth, right?" Mike's tone was cold, his voice carrying extra strength."Mr. Radley." She looked across the yard, her eyes wide as she saw the centaurs lift up spears and bows that they had set nearby."Can I help you?" he asked, letti
Beth stepped through the front door in just a long shirt and flip-flops. She placed her hands on the recently repaired railing and took a deep sniff through her nose."The new garden smells so nice," she said, gesturing at the wall of vegetation that now separated them from the sundial. "Has Zel identified all the flowers yet?""Nope." The garden in the front of the house was new. On the day Zel had slowly ushered the exiled centaurs into the greenhouse, the front yard had expanded like a balloon with a hedge maze that sprouted overnight, the sundial sitting at its center. His front yard was now larger than an acre.The backyard was now several acres of garden starting at the fountain and ending at the wrought-iron gate at the back. He had looked up a satellite image of the place and saw that the picture from almost seven years ago somehow agreed, a perfect example of the Mandela Effect in action. The inside of the house was still the same, to the best of his knowledge, and Tink bemoa
Mike laughed. "Self manipulation is the hardest then?""For mortals? Yes." She flickered beneath him, quickly transforming into Naia, then Beth, and eventually several different women before becoming herself once more. The entire time, her hand-mouth kept sucking him, his orgasm slowly building. "I am not bound by such restrictions.""I far prefer you as yourself, to be honest." He pushed a lock of black and red hair away from her forehead."I don't even know who I really am." She stopped stroking him, her eyes suddenly far away. "Or rather, who I want to be.""It's something we can both work on." He kissed her, and she melted against him, her hand now stroking him with a sense of urgency. He pushed his fingers into her, willing them to become thicker and harder. She gasped, her face turning bright red and a fiery halo forming above her horns."Fuck... fuck... FUCK!" Her eyes burst into flame and the sand around them caught on fire. The succubus arched her back, toppling Mike off of t
She pulled her mouth away. "Maybe you're feeling a little nostalgic, too. It feels like we're on a third date or something.""Do you have to workout to stay this fit, or do you just get to be this sexy all the time?" He traced a finger along her ribs, and she laughed."I'm always this sexy." She pushed him on his back and tried to mount him, but he pulled her down and rolled her onto her back."Not so fast, hellspawn." He leaned in to kiss her, pinning her hands together above her head. She bit his lip playfully, and let out a laugh when he bit her back."I never took you for a biter, Romeo.""You should meet my wife sometime."Lily frowned. "Who? Oh, right. The goblin." She smirked at him and turned her head to the side, exposing her neck. "Bite away, I suppose."He obliged, nibbling at the sensitive flesh of her neck, then licked the skin along her jawline. She made happy sounds beneath him, arching her back to give him better access to her collarbone. He kissed his way down her che
"Asshole." She pushed him, and he fell back into a chair that he hadn't seen. The thick straps pushed against his back, and he saw that they were sitting at the edge of the ocean, an endless expanse facing them."Where's the house?" Mike asked."Behind you." She answered.He turned around to see it behind them on a cliff, the sun reflecting off its windows. "Interesting.""Yeah, well, I'm not a super big fan of it. I'm quite the sore loser." She waved her hand and another beach chair appeared. She settled into it and a servant appeared, a man with a blank face. He handed them a pair of drinks and then vanished."Was that...?""One of my captured souls? Yep.""I'm not certain I approve.""Nobody cares if you approve." Lily sipped at her drink. "Even if I wanted to, I couldn't let them go. They're a part of me now, a stain on my essence that can never be scrubbed free. But, if it makes you feel any better, my tastes have changed.""How so?""Some people deserve it." Her face darkened in
Lost in his thoughts, he found himself staring at a crack in the plaster above. Perhaps he had seen it every night, but he couldn't help but wonder if it had always been there. The house was always changing, manipulating their memories and its blueprints, working its way towards some eventual... something. The house and its occupants were part of a game, apparently, but to what end? It had already gone through some changes this week alone, changes that boggled his mind.Yawning, he wondered what it would be like if he could see them all, the people of the house, laid out like game pieces. He thought about the strange garden from his vision, then blushed at the memory of masturbating as the house. Fighting the urge to fall asleep, he tried to slip into that space once again, to see if he could gain any more information.The effort this time was minimal, and his consciousness rapidly shifted perspectives, the room around him bending like metal and then melting into the ground. He stood







