POV Main

I met with Coal, Mercy and Mouse. It was few days after big meeting. We all had our responsibilities and I didn’t want to show that I was in desperation mode. If they didn’t share my vision, I would be unable to prepare for what was about to come.

We met in the afternoon and first went to restaurant to eat. I was always trying to increase my chances. I read some books of Cialdini once. Some things there got to me. One was story about making decisions in good mood versus normal mood. How would you measure something like that? Well, they didn’t. They checked all positive decisions made by judges about parole, earlier release from prison. They got some interesting data. They checked it five times, because explanation seemed laughable. Judges were three times more likely to grant parole after lunch. Good lunch increases neurotransmitters levels, that are creating feeling of good mood. When you think about it, it was part of traditional knowledge, to mix eating and businesses or date and dinner. Those psychologists just measured some data, that let them formulate that conclusion.

I wanted for them to be in good mood, before I would spoil it.

We found some calm place to talk. I started, by thanking them and telling, how I was happy, that I could talk with them. You know, those sentences, that you use on beginning, that didn’t have any crucial info. Just soothed them. Then real talk began.

-= I want you to help me with building group of magic users, that wouldn’t be closely related to bio-stones. You know about it. But you don’t know, why I felt urge to start this project right now. – I let them think for a moment. – It’s really important question. I will answer it and if you wouldn’t like what will you hear, I ask you for four weeks period, when you won’t share that knowledge. After that you can do with it, what would you like.

They agreed on that condition. It was main point of putting them in good mood to influence them a little. Since I would shatter that good mood in a minute.

-= Thank you. – I continued. – It was really important to me. I have presumptive evidence, that in future bio-stones would compete with each other. I don’t know what detailed rules of that competition would be. But I know, what or rather who, will be used in that competition.

-= You suggest, that we will be used by bio-stones. – Stated Coal. He wasn’t in good mood anymore.

-= Yes.

-= Do you know when that competition would start? – Asked Mouse.

-= At level five most likely. Maybe some tension would start at level four, possibly in later part.

-= But when it will be? How much time we have?

-= I can only guess, but I would say, that we need four to six months to get to level four from level three. Without counting freezing of bio-stone. I estimated, that time to grow from level four to five would be approximately two to three years.

-= So that project of yours is only a smokescreen and you want to recruit us to different purpose? – Half asked Mercy.

-= No. That project for me is memento, testament, if something bad would happen to me.

-= I don’t understand. – She said.

-= I will try to explain honestly. I don’t want to tell you all of my thoughts, as some are ugly, but I will try to be honest. I chose you, because according to quiz results and my observations, you keep your distance from yours bio-stones.

-= Don’t you do the same? – Asked Mouse.

-= No. I’m very close to Dee, my bio-stone. I probably have small mental disorder, that isn’t count as mental disorder in society. My stone probably inherit that from me.

-= And what is it?

-= I distinctly prefer painful truth over sweet betrayal.

She laughed.

-= It’s not so laughable. – I said. - My quarter to half of life can be named failure because of that trait. Most of my romantic relations crumbled because of it. I had conflicts in work because of my attitude.

-= Ok. – Said Coal. – Let say, we believe you. What do you want us for?

-= I don’t count bio-stones as evil beings. The same way tiger or wolf isn’t bad or evil to me. We started our cooperation with bio-stones and we got some good stuff, mainly magic and mixtures.

-= People can’t copy mixtures. – Said Mouse. – Some can learn magic, but lot slower than us.

-= Even if humanity won’t learn how to produce mixtures, naked knowledge, that those medicines and mixtures can be done will lead us to some progress and inventions. Magic instead can be cultivated. I’m almost sure that magic was in history of mankind. But in the end it vanished. If it vanishes again, because we would kill each other and thin out our supporters, all we did to this moment would be in vain.

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-= Are you telling us, that Devas supporters will be destroyed too? – Asked Coal.

-= Most likely. I thought, why magic didn’t survive and it was most probable answer. They somehow would be added to conflict. Another reason is, that our magic is kind of useless. It didn’t help farmer in old times or builder. It helped violent one to rely on violence.

-= But you want to preserve magic. – Pushed Coal.

-= We are smarter today. We have science. We can research magic. There is untapped potential in magic, I think.

-= If those are all of your reasons, I won’t help you. – Said Coal. – I never trusted bio-stones and I have limited trust for things they provided. We lived good before times of magic. We need magic only because bio-stones created monster Diana.

-= Wait. I need you also because you are probably people that would put humanity good over bio-stones good. If you don’t value magic maybe now, that you know, you could thought about something to do, that would help us.

-= You just want to trade my help with magic for your help with some project I would want to create. – Accused Coal.

-= Yes. But it doesn’t mean, that you would have loss because of that kind of deal. – I said.

-= What do you think? – Coal asked girls.

-= I would help with magic project. – Said Mouse. – I’m Associated Deva, so my help wouldn’t be big, as I know one magic ability quite good, another barely.

-= I already work with magic for Devas supporters, so I can’t see myself leaving them for some other project. I can help with initial stages of magic for compensation. – Said Mercy.

It was better than nothing, but wasn’t enough to create base for magic organization.

-= I need to think about my own project. When I think it through, I will trade my help to your project for your help to my project. It would be for the best if all of us could trade that way. – Coal stated.

-= I have not enough time for big projects beyond Devas supporters. – Mercy said.

-= Let say, - Coal seemed to have some idea. – that we will meet again in two weeks and talk again. En had some time to think, we just got some info and he didn’t even explain himself properly. Just pushed us to cooperate. If somebody wants to help En is free to do it in that time. I think, that it’s all for today in this topic.

We talked small talks and Coal and Mercy left. Mouse stay to converse about cooperation. She knew plasma ball and started to learn freezing. We had much to do, as we didn’t have public relations department or human resources department, that would help us with candidates. We had list of spies, that thought that Devas could be evil force. I had helper in Noel, who could do lightning magic already.

I only hoped, that Coal would have his own project and would need help from me.

POV Diana

I had real cultists that moment. Most people I freed stayed with me. They had post traumatic disorders, but they adored me. Those were mostly women. I thought, that I broke something in them as I let them torture their oppressors. They had problems with living normal life. They were searching for targets, that could be potentially another oppressors. They wanted to kill more. It seemed, as if most of them believed, that killing oppressors, real or imagined, would erase their painful past. They were psychotic and I developed that psychosis even more in them. We killed some guys, that tried to pick some of them too intrusively. I talked to them each evening, how many more oppressors we need to kill, to change world for the better. I had so much fun in raising their bloodlust. I rented big house for them, but it was worth it.

One day I got message from Adam, that by putting my bio-stone to freezer I would need to feed it less. It proved, that idiots couldn’t be changed.

My girls told me, that some people were stalking them. I knew, that they were oversensitive on that topic due to their history, but I didn’t ignore it. I checked it. They were right. I was faster, stronger and could see details with my eyes from distance of two kilometers. It was easy for me to stalk stalkers.

Stalkers had two camping trailers as their base of operation. They clearly knew, who to follow as they didn’t follow any local woman. I saw four of them there. One was boss, others were servants. Cars came from Germany. They installed cameras around their place. They also recorded everything during stalking. I didn’t go close to them.

I had two options. One reasonable, to catch stalker and talk with him during tortures. Second less reasonable, to attack them, first kill them, then ask, what they were doing here. Second I liked more. Only problem seemed to be local police force. But my right hand, Emma, called egg-boiler behind her back, found solution. She would set fire to police station to create distraction. And to church, if it wouldn’t work good enough. She was from France, so she knew some stuff.

Same late evening we set plan into motion. Emma and two others went for chaos creation. Rest of us went for stalkers. Somehow they were ready or they slept with gun under pillow. I got few shots before I broke into the trailer. Two guys were shooting at me with their pistols. They didn’t know, that they should have bigger guns or should shot me into eye to hurt me badly. I tore one with bare hands and second jumped over the window. Some of my fresh cultists waited for him outside. They got him quick.

When I went to second trailer after fast food, situation was under control. Only living person from stalkers side was boss. He had one eye less and some injuries in lower parts than stomach. Our bus came. We took all electronics, bodies, any other useful stuff and burned trailers. I had seven new bodies. Three from stalkers and four of my cultists were unlucky with bullets. Some other were shot but not deadly.

Police didn’t came during our action. Police stations and churches were valued much more, than trailers in the corner of city.

When we went back I wanted to talk with boss. But Emma came back and when boss saw her, he pissed himself. That was new feeling, that someone was more feared than me. So Emma had nice short talk with boss first. He told her, that he was send here to find us and after he found most wanted, he would get money. I asked Emma if she was done. She was.

I started torturing boss myself. I didn’t want any new info or anything. He just was there and was available. He didn’t crawl before as bug he was in my eyes. It was enough of reason to torture him. He was very surprised I put my time into him. Then he was begging, that he would tell me everything. And he told me.

Emma and other girls were terrified, that those guys were assassins send to kill us. Boss showed me all, his messages with people that hired him, his bank account, all he knew about German sex slave net. Everything. I was hero in eyes of my new cultists again. I was bloody saint, that would seek revenge for them. They would do everything for me.

I had full fridge and didn’t know what to do. I didn’t need to crush their wills, they already saw my words as orders. They wanted blood. I wanted some additional benefits, if we went for blood. Besides, I had best time since my childhood. I was bloody, bulletproof queen there. As they were idolizing me, I didn’t want for them to die meaninglessly. I felt strange carrying for other people.