(City of mafia in Poland could be something else than Gdan’sk. Or it could be it. Better, when you don’t know for sure. Those who knew, they knew how close is Gdan’sk.)

POV Celine

I rarely wrote to girls. After few first messages I wasn’t interested. Last massages I got from Mirror and Mary were sad, as they were complaining. Lily wanted to know all gossips, but also pressured me to come to War-Saw again. My last trip to War-Saw was kind of miserable experience. So I stopped writing to them.

I became mice queen. I even got some money from it, as I was selling mice for sneak breeders and predatory bird breeders. I could have live like that forever.

One day Amber grew. She needed another kind of flesh since. I didn’t want to end up like last time, when Amber’s hunger almost mixed my sanity. I wrote urgent messages to girls from my group.

Their answers surprised me. They all joined group created in capital. Lily was in inner circle, called Unlimited Devas, Mirror and Mary, were in outer circle, Associated Devas. They cooperated with another girl from inner circle, called Huntress.

There was some tradition, to act under alias, so Mary called herself Mercy. That was some crazy, but not so crazy stuff.

After I mentioned, that I had problem with bio-stone, as they then called it, they knew, what was going on. There were few solutions, and one obvious one, to join Associated Devas. I agreed to join in the end.

They had some problems with accommodation of my bio-stone. They provided me with story of fight against Ahriman’s Order. That cult felt down, but they were helping castaways and thinned their resources. As they informed me, level three bio-stones couldn’t be put together, so they needed to buy me farm. Their money shortage would change in next week, so I needed to endure somehow. They would provide sustenance. I agreed, what else I could do. I was afraid, that they would back off in last moment.

One day Sith and Asmo came with they refrigerated truck. We talked a little, and then Sith asked.

-= How many? One or two.

-= One, I think. – I wasn’t sure, I understood him well enough.

-= Can we do it at your home or we need another place.

I wasn’t really prepared for that questions.

-= I live with parents, so…

-= I saw nice place. – Said Asmo. – We could feed it there.

-= Not it. Her name’s Amber.

-= Ok, we can feed Amber there. Could you bring Amber?

I went for Amber. I was surprised, how ordinary Sith and Asmo looked. They could be taken for furniture workers or butchers on nice trip. They had that antithesis of pathos in them. Somehow it calmed me down.

I took Amber. We rode to some barren area. There was that big hole. Sith threw one human body inside, I put Amber on it and Asmo put truck over the hole. I was surprised, how calm I was.

-= Ok. – Said Sith. – We have few hours now. Could you show your city around to us?

-= Yes. But what if someone will have problem with truck, we put it on someone’s property.

-= I don’t think, that there will be problem. If there was, there is our phone number on truck, they will call us.

-= Right. What would you like to see?

-= I heard, that you have nice castle.

-= Tickets there are quite expensive.

-= We can buy you one.

They acted, as they were on some nice trip. We had sightseeing, some lunch in fast food restaurant, and lots of walking. They wanted to walk, as they spent lot of time in truck. After we spent those few hours, I started to ask important questions. I felt, I could talk to them about that stuff.

This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.

-= How can you be so carefree, when you do such, how to say, mortal, funeral stuff?

One must understand something about Poland. These info is hard to find on Wikipedia site. There are different customs, that nations or countries cultivate. In Poland some of those customs are related to death, funeral and respect. One could say, that if someone tore the veil of Christianity, he would find remnants of ancestor worship and shamanism. You could see it on cemetery after Halloween. Big feasts of lights on the cemeteries around the country.

Side effect of this is respect we show to dead bodies. Funeral and wake are special occurrences submerged into symbolism of death in ceremonies and sacrum state after. Dead bodies are kind of taboo. Memories about deceased shouldn’t be tainted more, than it is necessary. Pagan shivers hidden under veil of Christianity are still present. Luckily, they are enclosed to those unusual situations. People forget those, till they would face it by chance.

-= We just don’t worry about things, we have little influence. If we have to do something, it’s better to do it professionally. – Said Sith. – We can’t and don’t cry, that fate wronged us. We believe, that we do best choices with information and understanding we have.

-= And if there will be limit. If your bio-stone ask you for something, you wouldn’t do for it?

Sith was silent.

-= We believe, that there is some reason within our bio-stones. – Said Asmo. – If there is a limit, that means, that there is a limit and things will break over it.

-= So, that’s your answer. – I said bitterly.

-= No. – Said Sith. – Answer is, that we go together. – He sighed. – I know, there is more to it, but I have no right words for it. If current will drift us to some bad place, we will try to puddle somewhere else, to row to better place.

-= And if you won’t break from current?

-= If we don’t, then we don’t. That’s not enough reason to stop enjoying today’s sightseeing.

They were honest. I got to like them more, than Mirror and Mary.

-= Hmm. Do you do grill days sometimes?

-= What?

-= You know, grill season is coming.

-= Right. We didn’t have grill this year yet, but if we will, we will invite you.

-= I feel invited. So what’s next.

I spent with them nice afternoon. There is no such thing as dance macabre. There is only dance and observers call it macabre, because they are not the ones, who are dancing.

POV Legibot

I needed to kill. In my times in Ahriman’s Order, before I got John, Diana forced me to do horrible things to living people or mutilate dead bodies. That moment I felt, that she prepared me for what has to come.

There was one guy in squat, that always created problems for rest of us. He was loud, he belittled others. I saw, how he treated girls. When we had outside meetings, he was the one speaking and showing how leftist he was. Inside, he didn’t stick to rules, he was proclaiming.

I felt discontent from others against him. They couldn’t do anything. Squats in center of War-Saw are different from self-created squats. I heard the same about Berlin squats, even much worse. Decision, who can stay in squat is done by hidden higher ups. I shouldn’t talk too much of them, as they were providing leftists with money and that way supported many good initiatives. They sometimes did mistakes, but overall leftists movements couldn’t exist without them in Poland.

This guy was their mistake. I would help them erase it.

One evening I used [Will resonance] on him. He went with me for weed I said, I hidden in park area at slope. There was no weed, he was weed.

I killed him with one blow in back with knife. I hoped for blow in heart and I did it. Pressure from stone was high, and I didn’t know, if at following night I would be focused enough to do it. I felt as winner after. I won over myself. I showed myself, that I could be strong. John calmed down after too.

I decided to search for next victim among right aligned politically active people.

POV Bear

I went on meeting with Diana. She was hiding, so we met at highway, at some road house. She looked terrible, as her body couldn’t hold her inside. She was big and with off proportions. She had some money. We talked, then she said, that she had special mixture for exchange in her room. She wanted me to wait down there, but it would be easier to talk in room.

I went with her. I wasn’t afraid. She had superior stats, but I had security provided by Vivaldi, who slayed her once. I think, I wasn’t thinking clearly then.

She attacked me in the room, she rented. I had no chance physically. She asked me lot of questions. That was after. Before that, she tied me up and tortured to her heart content. She enjoyed it. She suggested, that she would cut wings of mine cock, but she didn’t. After hour and half of her cutting me and overbaking my fingers and toes, she asked me nicely, if I was ready to show her proper respect. I was. I told her everything. Then she started second round of tortures.

Some of tortures were quasi sexual. She liked to lie on me and her second mouth on her stomach was biting me. Another torture was, when I was lying down on my stomach, she was lying on my back whispering to my ear, and breaking my fingers at the same moment.

Did I tell, that I cried? Did I tell, that I was gaged?

The worse was, that I thought, that ancient stone rules would guard me against that kind of situation. I felt double crossed. No. I didn’t then. After I was thrown out from her room like some used rag and after I came back home, then I felt double crossed. Betrayed. Used.

She even took me some pictures with my phone and stole my phone then. She knew lock number, as I told her.

Money, she did transfer before for exchange for part of my info, she took them back and more.

Injuries done by her stomach muzzle didn’t heal normally, even after some time.