Chapter Epilogue [R-18]

A year had passed since everyone’s return from the alternate reality. The goodbye had been tearful for Harry but he soldiered on. Once every month he called Lily, Sirius or James. At random times even Rose received a call.

Life for the Potters and the Blacks was going smoothly. Rick went further into his research on alchemy and magic circles and published many papers about it. Rose had been named as a co writer on many of them.

Lily had finally presented her enchanted ring that stopped Lycanthropy as soon as she came back from the alternate universe. That has been quite the earthquake in the magical world. But not as phenomenal as the actual cure she had found for it. After studying with scrutiny the DNA of multiple werewolves, both in human and werewolf form she had been able to determine the origin of the affliction. With the help of Dorea, they succeeded in completely eradicating the disease. Not only did they receive an Order of Merlin first class for it, they also received a world award and recognition for their work. Unfortunately with how backward the magical world was, finding competent personnel who understood muggle science and technology to create the cure was difficult. That was why for now the rings and the wolf-easy pills were still sold. I would take a long time before enough people would be able to create and administer the cure.

She had accepted the position of Potion Teacher and head of House Slytherin. The first whisper of blood purity stupidity was harshly punished by a four hours long lecture as to why it made no sense and was in fact damaging a line’s magical power and family magic. When Godric was told of Lily’s new job, he laughed his ass off with painted tears in his eyes.

Her former position as the arithmancy teacher was filled by Narcissa to everyone’s surprise. She had been pushed by Bella and Andromeda to take the job and finally use her mastery instead of just living the life of a rich lady of a noble family. It has been a temporary solution however. Narcissa hadn’t liked spending less time with her daughters.

Rose and all her friends graduated Hogwarts. She had been ranked first with Hermione in their NEWTs and was very proud of herself. After discussing things with Susan, Rose decided to do a short career in professional quidditch while apprenticing under Nicolas and Perenelle. She would stop at twenty five to explore the world. In the meantime, Susan found herself apprenticing under Dorea to become a healer, knowing that it would be really useful for the life of adventurers Rose and her would have down the line.

Draco and Hermione went exactly where they said they would go. Working and learning under Andromeda. However, to everyone’s surprise they were already dating. Something that happened in spring of their last year as both were Headboy and headgirl. Draco had been a bit nervous about telling his mother but he shouldn’t have. Narcissa would have prefered a girl from a noble family but she agreed that Hermione’s mind and intellect was a rarity and that it would serve House Malfoy well if they ended up marrying and having children.

As she had planned, the moment Fleur finished her masteries she jumped Rick any chances she could to get pregnant. She wasn’t the only one. Nymie and her had a pact to get pregnant together and kept tag-teaming him as much as they could. Rick’s seed took root and both were at the end of their first semester of their pregnancy.

They had not been the only ones with a baby fever. Amelia and Marlene were about to give birth at any time now. Marlene was done after this one but Amelia wanted a third. Rick just hoped that within five years everyone would have the number of children they wanted and be done with it.

Considering that Lyra was more and more unhinged regarding her father and that all the adults seemed to notice but him. That wasn’t a done deal. Especially with Bella in the mix. The simple idea made her horny beyond belief. The difficult part for her was to tell and convince him. Easier said than done.

Sirius had finally tied the knot with the hit-witch he had been dating seriously and who wanted to settle down and start a family. Marlene had checked on the woman and told Sirius she approved and so did Duncan. They were taking their time for the baby but they were working on it.

History of magic was now one of the favorite subjects at Hogwarts. Albus had completely revamped the curriculum and his transfigurations were a hit with the students. In fact in terms of popularity he was elbow to elbow with Bella who kept having the time of her life teaching.

As the summer of 1999 started, Rick and Lily were enjoying some lovey-dovey time. They had started right when they woke up and were down finishing inside the shower.

Steam thickened the air like syrup, dense and humid, curling languidly around Rick’s towering frame as the glass shower door clapped shut behind him with a final, echoing hiss. Water pelted his shoulders in punishing sheets, sluicing in rivulets down the hard, lean architecture of his body—six-foot-five of pure, sinewy precision. The fine trails ran like molten silver over his chest, split down the valleys of his abs, coiling around the sharp V of his hips. His short blond hair darkened to a sun-drenched bronze, plastered flat by the torrent, eyes shadowed beneath his brow but locked firmly on her with that quiet, dangerous hunger that never needed words. His grip was already firm on her waist, the heat of his palms branding into her skin through the torrent, each finger spread wide enough to span nearly hip to hip. She could feel the twitch of anticipation in his muscles, could smell the faint musk of his arousal under the rain.

Lily felt like her skin was already burning—not from the water, but from him. The way his eyes moved over her made her feel split open without a single touch yet. Steam curled around her auburn hair, soaked and clinging in glossy ropes against the soft swell of her breasts, which swayed with every breath, each one crowned with barbell piercings that caught the light and dripped with water like obscene ornaments. Her heavy tits pulled forward under their own weight, the skin taut, the nipples already pebbling with arousal and cold. She stood there, short compared to him but unshaken, her own gaze just as wild, a green jungle fire that dared him to move first. Her bubble butt, that outrageous curve of muscle and bounce, glistened behind her like a target painted in sweat and desire, the slope of her lower back hollowed as if sculpted for bracing hands and deep, merciless thrusts.

She stepped closer, fingers dragging down his wet chest, nails just sharp enough to bite.

“Mmmnnnhhh Rick,” she purred, voice thick and soaked in lust. “Stand. Still.”

Then she jumped.

He caught her like she weighed nothing. The motion was seamless—his arms locked under her thighs, palms spreading over her ass like he owned it—and she twisted in midair like a gymnast trained in filth. Her legs hooked behind his neck, locking tight, and she hung upside down against him like some unholy goddess carved from want. Gravity worked its magic immediately. Her tits swung down in front of her face, water trailing from the silver bars through her nipples, and the angle parted her folds just enough to expose the glossy, swollen lips of her cunt, already weeping down the crevice of her ass.

With greedy reverence, she bent her neck and wrapped her mouth around his cock, dragging her tongue from the base of his shaft all the way up the underside with a moan that vibrated through his entire body. His dick was already hard, pulsing against her cheek, and she worshipped it like a beast in heat—lips parted, breath ragged, saliva flooding her mouth as she swallowed him inch by inch, her throat stretching to accommodate every filthy millimeter.

“Fuck, baby… fuckin’ meat pole of the gods…” she groaned, voice muffled by his cock, tongue snaking beneath the head and curling around the ridge. “Ghhhllllkk… unnnfhhh… so fuckin’ good… your cock’s a fuckin’ religion, and I’m the dirtiest fuckin’ nun.”

She moaned around him, gagged as she shoved his cock deep again, her throat bulging with the girth. The position forced all the weight of his cock down her throat, and she loved it—she choked on it, gurgled on it, pushed herself harder against it like if she could just get more she might finally fill the endless, quivering void that screamed to be used. Her saliva ran down his shaft, mixing with the shower water, her face a mess of tears and drool and steam.

Rick growled low in his throat, leaned forward, and returned the favor. His mouth found her cunt without hesitation, his tongue flattening against her slick folds and diving in with an animal’s hunger. He licked like a man unhinged, devouring every drop of her arousal, thrusting his tongue deep and curling it inside her as if he could tongue-fuck her into madness. His nose pressed into her clit, rubbing circles, the texture of his stubble grazing her swollen lips in cruel, perfect friction.

Lily screamed against his cock, muffled and frantic. Every movement of his tongue made her stomach tighten, her thighs twitching, muscles jumping. Her nerves fired like live wires, every brush of his stubble, every suck on her clit, every hard lick inside sent flashes of orgasmic heat down her legs and up her spine. Her hips bucked in his grip, but he held her firm, controlling her writhing, keeping her in place as he licked her closer and closer to eruption. Her core clenched, fluttered, swelled.

“R-Rick—fuck—I’m—I can’t—I’m—”

The words died in her throat as her orgasm detonated. Her body locked around him, legs tight against his neck, cunt spasming violently as her juices sprayed into his mouth, a torrent of liquid heat that gushed with each pulse of release. Her vision went white. She shook in his arms, her scream drowned by the cock still buried down her throat, pleasure breaking her apart from the inside out.

Still twitching, she felt herself being flipped, lowered, her feet returning to the slick tile. Her body sagged, boneless with pleasure, but Rick wasn’t done. Not even close. He spun her around, braced her hands against the wall, and bent her forward until her spine was a perfect curve and her ass stuck out like a target. Her thighs trembled as water cascaded down her back, over the arch of her ass, dripping off her hanging tits and swinging piercings.

And then she felt him.

The blunt head of his cock pushed against her soaked entrance, and then in a single, brutal thrust, he buried himself inside her.

“AHHHHfuhhhhck—yes—yes—RICK!”

She nearly collapsed from the sheer impact. Her cunt stretched wide around him, stuffed full in one merciless plunge. The pressure was mind-shattering—deep, wide, violating in the best possible way. His cock hit every nerve ending, rubbed against the swollen ridge inside her, and the friction sent tears from the corners of her eyes.

“Use me—use your fuckhole—make me your dripping, twitching, cum-soaked trash cunt, Rick!”

He grunted, slammed into her again, the wet slap of his hips crashing into her ass echoing through the chamber. She could feel every ridge of him, every vein, the brutal, unstoppable rhythm of his thrusts battering her womb like a battering ram on a locked gate. Her nails scraped the tile, legs trembling as he filled her again and again.

“Breed it—stuff this bitch full—make my pussy forget every cock but yours—flood me with it, ruin me!”

Her orgasm ripped through her like a bullet. Her cunt clamped down, a vice around his cock, gushing slick with every violent twitch. She screamed herself hoarse, body bouncing against the wall with each thrust, Rick's moans mixing with hers as he drove harder, deeper, faster—

And then he came.

He snarled as his cock jerked inside her, thick, boiling cum pumping into her womb in brutal, searing pulses. She felt it hit her cervix, splash inside her like molten fire, flooding her core until it leaked out around his cock and ran down her thighs in milky rivers.

She dropped to her knees before it was over, grabbing his still-dripping cock with both hands, mouth open and greedy. She licked, kissed, sucked, moaned.

“Fuckin’ feed me, Rick,” she gasped “Your fuckin’ cock’s got me stupid…”

Her fingers plunged between her thighs, frantically rubbing her clit, grinding her palm into her mess of a cunt. She smeared his cum over her cheeks, her chin, let it drip into her mouth.

“Get hard again,” she whispered. “I want the best one. My favorite.”

Rick pulled her up again. This time, her back to his chest, her legs spread wide, hooked and cranked back. Reverse full nelson. His cock pressed against her twitching asshole—already fluttering in anticipation.

And when he thrust inside—

She screamed.

Her scream didn’t even sound human. It tore raw from her throat as Rick’s cock speared into her asshole with one brutal, unstoppable thrust, the thick head stretching her beyond her limits in an instant. Her back arched violently in his grip, heels kicking in the air as her entire body bucked like she’d been electrocuted. The stretch was blinding—white-hot pain edged with molten pleasure, a lightning bolt through her spine that sent her nerves into frantic overload. Her ass clenched instinctively, trying to force him out, but he pushed deeper, feeding her every unforgiving inch of his cock until her tight ring of muscle was wrapped around the base, trembling, stretched taut around his shaft like a taut rubber band about to snap. She could feel everything—the throbbing pulse of him inside her, the way her asshole spasmed around the intrusion, the obscene fullness that made her belly feel bloated and achy in the best, filthiest way.

Rick didn’t pause. He began thrusting, hard, relentless, his hips pounding into her upturned ass as he held her suspended in the air like a ragdoll, her arms useless, her legs hooked helplessly over his and pulled back until her knees nearly touched her shoulders. His breath was hot in her ear, a growl with every slam of flesh against flesh, and the slap of his balls against her dripping pussy echoed like a war drum between the walls of the stall. She pulled savagely on her own tits, yanking the dangling piercings with each bounce, every jolt of pain mixing with the intensity of the anal pounding to short-circuit her brain entirely. She didn’t recognize her own voice anymore. It was high, cracked, pleading, ecstatic.

“FUCK MY ASS—OH FUCK—SPLIT ME IN HALF—FUCKING RAPE THIS SHITTY CUM TUNNEL—BREAK YOUR COCKSLEEVE—MAKE IT GAPE—MAKE IT WEEP!”

She didn’t just feel full—she felt invaded, possessed, split wide open and rearranged by the violent, merciless rhythm of his thrusts. Her stomach clenched every time the head of his cock bottomed out inside her, hitting some deep, previously untouched place that made her clit spasm even without a single touch. Her juices sprayed freely from her neglected cunt, squirting in pulsing jets that splashed down Rick’s thighs and into the pooling water below. The pressure in her gut was unbearable. Every thrust felt like it might push her guts out her mouth, and still she begged for more.

“CHOKE ME!” she screamed, voice a broken rag. “FUCKIN’ KILL ME WITH IT—I WANNA DIE LIKE THIS—PLUGGED—RUINED—FUCKED TO DEATH!”

Rick’s hand wrapped around her throat, squeezing tight, not enough to cut her off fully, but enough to send her light-headed, spiraling. Her vision tunneled, black edged into red, then back into white as her body trembled violently in his arms. She could feel it coming—something massive, tidal, an orgasm ripped from her soul instead of her body.

And then she came.

It hit like a seismic quake. Her asshole convulsed around him, pulsing wildly, clutching and releasing in spasms that milked his cock as if her body was trying to suck every last drop from him. Her cunt squirted violently again, pressure shooting out in a high arc that splashed against the wall, her scream lost as her throat seized in ecstasy. Her entire body went rigid, then convulsed like she was being electrocuted. Her ass clamped down with impossible force, and with a roar Rick came, hips jerking as thick ropes of cum exploded deep inside her twitching asshole. She felt every pulse, every squirt of molten heat filling her up, spreading through her guts like fire. His balls pressed tight against her soaked pussy as he buried himself to the hilt and stayed there, grinding, pressing, draining every last drop into her violated ass.

When he finally let go, she collapsed.

Her body slumped forward in his arms before he lowered her down, limp and shuddering, until she lay face-down on the tile. The steam curled around her, hair plastered across her cheek, cheek pressed to the wet stone. Her mouth hung open, drooling and moaning softly, breath catching with every small aftershock still twitching through her. Her ass remained raised, involuntarily locked in that obscene position, gaping wide, the stretched, reddened ring still twitching as Rick’s thick load began to ooze back out in sluggish, creamy waves. Her hole pulsed once, twice, and a heavy glob of semen spilled out, trailing down the cleft of her ass to mix with the puddles of water and squirt spray below.

It dripped steadily, thick rivulets spilling from her ruined hole. The gap remained open, yawning in obscene invitation, too loose to close, too freshly fucked to remember how to tighten. A trembling moan bubbled up from her chest.

“Fffuck…” she whimpered. “You… destroyed me…”

Rick crouched beside her, brushing soaked hair from her face, and her eyes fluttered open—barely. Her pupils were huge, her cheeks flushed, her mouth slack in a dazed, bliss-drunk expression of total submission. She looked broken. Beautifully so. Her lips twitched into the ghost of a grin as she whispered:

“Best… anal… ever…”

She shivered. Cum still leaked from her ass, painting her thighs, washing in lazy rivulets with the streaming water. She tried to move, but failed. Her body gave a weak twitch.

“I need…” she breathed, throat raw, “one more.”

Rick’s cock was already swelling again, still slick with her spit and their shared filth. He slid behind her, lifted her gently, and turned her around to face him. Her arms locked weakly around his neck as he lifted her up once more, this time slow, reverent, her legs wrapping instinctively around his waist. He pressed her to the wall, her back flush against the tile, and she gasped softly as the head of his cock slid through her ruined folds.

Her pussy was raw, sore, but open and eager. She felt every inch as he pushed inside—slow, deep, deliberate. Her breath caught. She moaned, not in wild ecstasy this time, but in something softer, something deeper, the kind of moan that came from being filled by someone who knew every inch of your body and what to do with it.

“Oh god, Rick… yes… slow… fuuuck me…”

He moved with patience now, grinding into her, pressing her into the wall with slow, deep thrusts that dragged along her most sensitive places. Her body clenched instinctively, her inner muscles gripping him, guiding him. Her sore clit throbbed with every slide of skin on skin. He kissed her neck, her jaw, her lips—soft, wet kisses between each breath—and she moaned into his mouth, arms locking tighter.

She could feel his cum from before still dripping out of her ass, running in slow streams down the backs of her thighs as his cock stirred the thick mess inside her pussy now, mixing it all into a thick, wet churn of heat and stretch and slick. She was filled in every way a body could be. Fucked, broken, used.

And loved.

“Give it to me…” she whispered. “One more… deep… in my womb this time… finish it…”

He thrust deep. Held there. His cock jerked once, twice, and then he came—again. Slower this time, but thicker, his cum spilling into her womb in slow, lazy pulses, heat blooming inside her like a drug. She moaned into his shoulder, legs trembling, nails digging into his back.

“I love you, Lily Potter.” He said with a happy smile looking in Lily’s beautiful green eyes.

“And I love you, Rick Potter.”

Water softened every edge in the aftermath—the world reduced to heat, motion, breath. Rick held her as the silence returned between them, not the silence of exhaustion, but of reverence. Steam rolled down their bodies in lazy swirls, ghosting across bruised thighs, over aching hips, around bite-marked shoulders and the curve of her gaping ass. Lily sagged against him, her body boneless and pliant, her cheek nestled against his collarbone, lashes wet, her skin a canvas of pink and red, smeared with fading fingerprints and the remnants of a dozen orgasms.

The water, once chaotic, now felt like a balm. Rick reached for the bar of soap with unhurried ease, his arms still wrapped protectively around her. The pressure of her breasts against his chest was no longer a demand—it was presence, comfort, confirmation of shared flesh. With care, he eased her back just enough to begin. His hand, large and rough from work, cupped the lather, smoothing it into the gentle foam he massaged into her skin. He started at her throat, brushing damp hair from her neck and sliding the warm suds across her collarbones, his touch slow and deliberate, like worship.

Every sweep of his palm was gentle, but thorough. Down over the curve of her shoulders, where muscles trembled softly under his care. Across the dip of her spine and the small of her back, where sweat and water pooled. He traced the undersides of her breasts with aching delicacy, letting his knuckles glide beneath the heavy swell, his thumb slipping lightly over the piercings that still gleamed under rivulets of hot water. There was no arousal left in the moment, only warmth, the purity of a man tending to the body he’d ravaged. His hands moved lower, over her ribs, down her belly, circling her navel, tracing the red marks his fingers had left when he’d held her there just minutes ago and fucked her through climax after climax.

He knelt slowly in the water, now ankle-deep and swirling with what the drain hadn’t yet taken. The scent of her still lingered in the air, an earthy perfume of skin and sex and steam. Rick brought the soap between her legs, not to arouse, but to clean. He parted her thighs with care, supporting her balance with a steady hand as he began. The outer lips of her pussy were swollen, delicate, marked by the intensity of what they’d done—but he moved with reverence, guiding the suds through the folds with featherlight passes of his fingers. She winced faintly at the contact, but leaned into it, trusting him utterly.

He rinsed her with the slow arc of cupped water, pouring warmth over her cunt, washing away the streaks of cum, the sweat, the slick. Then lower, trailing the soap to the tight ring of her ass, still stretched, trembling faintly. He didn’t speak. He didn’t stare. He only cleaned, massaging the sore muscle with fingertips light as breath, soothing her with motion alone.

When he finished her legs, he moved to her feet, one at a time, lifting them gently, scrubbing away the slick of the shower floor, washing the arches, the heels, the space between her toes. She breathed shallowly above him, no longer trembling, only soft now—melting under his touch.

And then she turned.

She took the soap from his hands.

Her fingers, smaller and more delicate, moved with the same silent intention. She began at his chest, palms pressed flat, massaging the thick muscles beneath the skin. She dragged the lather across his pecs in slow figure-eights, watching how the suds clung to the soft hair there before being carried away by the heat of the water. She did not rush. She traced the lines of his ribs, the divots at his sides, the scars and places her mouth had loved a thousand times.

She circled behind him, her hands smoothing across the slabs of his back, over his shoulders, then down his spine, and she pressed herself against him as she cleaned. Her breasts flattened to the heat of his back, nipples soft now, her thighs bracketing his. She kissed between his shoulder blades, not for seduction, but to say: I’m here. I’m still yours.

Then she knelt.

Her lips never touched his cock—she wasn’t here to tease—but her hands did. One cupped his balls, cradling them, lifting them gently as she washed the folds of skin, careful not to aggravate. The other lathered along the shaft, running from base to tip, the motion slow and reverent. The water poured down from above and she let it rinse him in cascading warmth, dragging her hands through the flow to ensure he was clean, fully, inside and out. She worked her way down his thighs, his calves, the tops of his feet. And when she was done, she rose.

The water still rained around them, the world inside the stall reduced to sound and touch and wet skin. Neither spoke. There was no need. He pulled her back to his chest, wrapping her tight, and she rested her forehead against his sternum, the final remnants of their mess sliding from her body in the warm current.

They quickly dressed themselves and went downstairs, hand in hand, to start their day. They were not the first but also not the last to take their place at the table. They were however the people missing for a conversation that Rose and Susan wanted to have.

“Mom, dad?” Rose started. It was obvious to Rick she was about to say something big but took her time. Knowing his daughter it was for their sake rather than hers.

“What is it, sweety?” Lily was spreading strawberry jam on her toast.

“Susan and I… we decided to move out.”

While Lily’s mind stopped working on the spot, Rick quickly took the lead of the conversation. “Alright… What’s your plan?”

“The seekers’ tryouts for the Harpies are tomorrow and there is no way I’m not making it to the team. With the salary I will get from the job I’ll pay for a small apartment.”

“Where? Why not use the money from your trust vault?”

“We were thinking of either Glasgow or London. I know it will be a bit expensive considering the cities but I’ll make enough for a flat there.”

“I’ll help Rose, too. Tom had been kind enough to offer me a part-time job at the Leaky Cauldron. I won’t earn much but enough for groceries.” Susan added.

“As for the trust vault, I won’t use it much. Just to cover if we lack some money sometimes.”

“Alright.” Rick nodded. “Good luck with telling Amelia and surviving.” he joked as he drank some tea.

“Absolutely NOT!” Lily had finally rebooted and dealt with the news. It had been easy and quick for her mind. Rose leaving her side? No. She hasn’t even heard the girls’ plan.

“Mom…”

“ROSE DOREA MINERVA POTTER! You will not move out of this-”

Rick used his wand to mute her and she sent him a murderous glare. “I remember you moving in with me straight out of Hogwarts. In fact I remember you practically moving in a few years before. You spent more time in Potter Manor than with your parents.” he said firmly to placate her then took a softer tone. “She’s eighteen, Lily. There is nothing we can do to stop her from moving out. It was bound to happen one day. I don’t like the idea either. If I could I would de-aged the both of them back to when they were three and keep them forever but it’s not possible and you know it. Besides, it’s not like we won’t see her anymore. I’m sure she’ll visit Lions’ Pride at least once a week.” The last part was half a lifeline, half an ultimatum for Rose who understood what it was and nodded like a bobhead.

Lily simmered down and after consideration, reluctantly nodded. Rick unmuted her but she stayed silent. She chose to stab her pancakes in her plate to show her discontent.

More people came in and sat down. Susan was ready to tell Amelia about hers and Rose's decision but put it off for later as the sound of thunder came from deep inside the manor. Every adult was up and wand in hand wondering what was happening when Karkass came in panic to warn that something was happening inside the playroom. Marlene and Amelia took their time to move because of their very advanced pregnancies and let Rick and Bella take the lead.

Inside the playroom, a dome of light emitting stray bolts of lightning was making all the ruckus.

“What is it?” Bella inquired with her wand raised, ready to act.

“I have no idea.” Rick answered looking with interest but also alertness. “But it seems to be powering up.”

More and more the dome glowed and produced lightning until finally it broke with a loud bang, blinding everyone in the process.

“Hugo, did it work?”

“Of course it did! Who do you take me for?!”

“Scorpius is right to be worried. Last time you tried your hand at-”

“That was an accident!”

Recovering their sight the inhabitants of Lions’ Pride were able to see who the intruders were. There were six in total. Four teenagers and a very young girl around six. One of the two boys had a Malfoy look. Blue eyes, blond platinum hair. The only difference was it wasn’t slick but bushy as hell. The other boy beside him looked almost identical but with slick and brown hair. There was no question they were brothers. The eldest teenager had bright blue sky eyes and dark auburn hair, made up in a very disheveled bun. Then came a very tall blonde witch who towered at least by a head over everyone. Finally the small child looked exactly as Rose had been at her age.

“Mummy!” the little girl shouted with lots of emotions when she saw Lily and began to run towards her. She was stopped by the eldest of the teenagers.

“Violet, that’s not mom. It’s grandma. We’re in a time when mom was young. See? She’s over there.” The teenager pointed at Rose.

‘Violet’ was released and ran toward Rose to hit her legs like a truck and glue herself to her. As if that wasn’t enough she began to sob and cry. “Mummy!”

Everyone’s jaw dropped to the ground from what they had heard. It seems that the family had more urgent matters to attend to than Rose and Susan moving out.

Rick recovered quickly. ‘Another day, Another magical problem.’

I’m surprised there had been no direct incest this time. Considering the world he was sent in, my Lord.

[It is a surprise, yes but he will break with time]

Was his story onward uninteresting?

[Yes. This slight time traveling problem is resolved within the month and is quite boring. Nothing else big happens afterward in his life.] The God revealed before giving new instructions to the narrator. [Send him to a harsher and grittier world next time. I’m in the mood for him to suffer.]

It will be done, my Lord. The narrator answered but its God was already gone. It turned around and took its golden mist appearance. A portal opened and soon Rick Wald would come through it for another round of the God’s punishment.

FIN