There was once a boy who lived in a port town. The boy was very attractive probably too attractive for his own good. In a world where men got outnumbered by women in a ratio of 1 to 8, his good looks only brought him sorrow and misfortune. Women could be very evil when it came to matters of the opposite sex and for someone who looked like he did, they were very evil indeed. It all came to a head on his 18th birthday, the day of his awakening when he could be considered a proper adult and finally leave his problems behind to start a new life where he could dictate the rules of his life, not the women who seemed to pay an unhealthy amount of attention to the soon to be adult. Alas, it was not to be as a rich jealous “lover” decided if she could not have the boy then nobody could. She drowned the boy using thugs on the eve of his awakening, thus ending the tragic tale of a boy who lived in this port town.
On the other side of a different plane of existence, a man was playing video games to enjoy his free time. He lived in a high-rise apartment he owned through personal means and took life one step at a time. He believed in working hard as well as playing hard. He had just finished a major project for the company he now co-owned so he was treating himself to his favorite saucy game by binging it over the next week. It was a lewd RPG game which he had heard quite good reviews for from his fellow degenerates. Having no family or significant other to speak off with taking a week off from work he shut himself inside his house to properly enjoy what the man considered to be his private time. The unfortunate side effect of this, however, when an earthquake hit the city, he was too absorbed in his game to notice the effects in time trapping him under the weight of all the rubble and killing him in the process.
When these two deaths occurred, a miracle happened. The soul of the man was transported across time and space to inhabit the body of the broken boy whose story was ended so abruptly. The cold dead body of the boy started to beat once more. Warmth rapidly returned giving back color to the waterlogged pale form of the body. Finally, in a room full of family and friends lamenting the loss of the boy he opened his eyes before almost immediately closing them again.
All around him were shouts of joy and surprise. His mother rushed to his semi-naked form holding him in a tight embrace. Tears of sorrow were replaced with tears of joy as she thanked every known god under the sun. The father had a much more subdued reaction but if one focused on his face they could see the man desperately trying to hold his sorrow and subsequent joy at bay. He too moved to the boy gently embracing them both in his giant form. Even the harshest man would break under the presence of such a sweet and heart-warming scene.
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One by one the others left after showing their sincerity in one way or another till only the boy, his parents remained, and the hired healer. After giving the parents the moment, the parents so wretchedly needed the healer and asked if he could be allowed to take a look at the boy. Both the other adults were brought out of their reverie with these words. They reluctantly let go of the boy to let the women of the church work their magic. The woman was rather young and like most before her was mesmerized by the child’s beauty and she let her gaze wander a moment too long before placing her delicate hand over the young one’s forehead where she kept it for a minute a soft glow starting to emanate from her palms.
The parents held an anxious breath as the nun continued her work. After what felt like an eternity, she finally removed her hand holding one final gaze before turning with a smile.
“There is nothing wrong with the boy. A little weak is all.” a collective sigh could be heard across the room at the confirmation of all their hopes.
“Now there is only the matter of payment and I will be off.” said the healer. At the mention of payment, the father went rigid before sighing.
“Where will we do the deed?” said the man resigning himself to his fate. Being a man gave him certain benefits but moments like these made him remember that they lived in a woman’s world.
“Your marital bed will do just fine.” said the nun a lascivious grin on her face that should be on a person of the cloth. The other woman in the room said nothing but just a look at her face would tell anyone just how she was distressed at this whole situation. She could nothing knowing full well they could not afford a healer with their meager income but the thought of her significant other whoring himself for their benefit made her want to cry. She, however, had to be strong her husband had never taken another wife despite all the benefits it would allow simply because he knew how it would make her feel. He went through hell for her and now she had to be there for him.
She gave him a sad smile nodding her ascent. Her husband hesitantly took the nun’s hand guiding her to the main bedroom and closing the heavy wooden door behind him, the nun gave her one final malicious grin as the door closed shut. To take her mind off it all she started to stroke her sleeping son trying to think of the silver lining. This, however, ended when she heard the other woman screaming her husband’s name in ecstasy. Looking at the future where she knew her husband just opened, he could no longer close she could not help the sob that made her hitch. She grasped at her son trying to shut it all out and focused only on him. At that moment something in her broke and all the fatigue of the day hit her at once and she fell asleep while holding the only the other thing that truly mattered to her.