The Creators: Book One

Chapter Four: Drastin

Chapter Four

Drastin

BRANDON

"So," I said as we walked down the dirt path to Drastin; Tera on one side of me, and Justina on the other, "the Heat Bringer can ignite with the force of a volcano, the Earth Former can level entire mountains, and I can grow fucking plants."

I held the disappointing tulip in my palm, whose sickly-looking flower drooped pathetically after growing another inch. Tera, who I'd since relieved of her lustful slavery, laughed.

"You can do more than grow plants, Brandon," the succubus said, affectionately placing a hand on my arm. "You can stop people from dying, you can create life from nothing, you can—"

"Grow weed!" I exclaimed excitedly as a marijuana plant sprouted from my hand. "Why didn't I think of that before?!"

"You can also do that," Tera smiled, plucking the herb from my hand and placing it in her pouch, "but we'll need to keep a clear head in Drastin."

I had thought Tera would be furious with me after the things I made her do during her night as my slave, but she didn't seem to mind in the least. In fact, she was more than a little friendly with me. She didn't worship me like she did two nights ago (and my god, does that woman know how to treat divinity), but she did openly flirt with me, and let me 'feed her' each night while we camped. The touch of the succubus no longer affected me, not in the magical sense, but her company was still quite distracting. She had the face of an angel and the body of a devil, and every step she took was a vulgar display of sex. Sometimes I had to stop by the side of the road to 'feed' her behind a tree, though honestly, it felt like I was the gluttonous one. Tera was an all-you-can-fuck buffet, and I was ravenous. She let me do things to her that I'd never dreamed of, and it wasn't just that she let me do them, but that she encouraged me to. All the while, Justina watched with obvious envy, which irritated me somewhat as it meant Angela was probably watching me too. But my twin sister had caught me jacking it a hundred times already, so the audience didn't stop me from giving Tera my all.

"Just think," Justina mused, if only to get my attention, "if I had been born just a week later, I might've been a Creator instead of you."

"Is that how it works?" I asked her.

"I think it has something to do with—"

"Hey, Brandon!" Angela blurted from Justina's mouth. "Keep practicing; you need to make me a new body!"

"You could live in this ladybug I made," I smiled to Justina, whose eyes had turned Angela's pale blue, "I worked for hours on it."

"It has ten legs and three heads," Angela said frankly. "I'm not an entomologist, but I think you might've fucked up."

"It's a true marvel," Tera said, squeezing my arm encouragingly, "a miracle of nature."

"It's an abomination and should be burned with fire!" Angela spat. "At this rate, I'll be lucky if you manage to make me a body with an asshole for a mouth."

"Probably wouldn't make a difference," I sneered.

"You're fucking hilarious," Angela grumbled, and then receded into Justina's mind, allowing the succubus to regain her violet eyes.

"I thought it was pretty funny." Tera smiled up at me, resting her head on my shoulder. I smiled back, put my arm around her, and walked the path to Drastin with an extra spring in my step as Tera walked with a slight limp in hers.

WILLOWBUD

Goddamn, it felt good to be back in Drastin. I soared over the city atop Astrid, taking in the sights and smells, breathing in the thick rancid air of a million people crammed together. Onlookers gawked at us as we zipped through the maze of stone spires in downtown, flying past churches, government buildings and commercial towers that jutted defiantly into the sky. I mused for a moment about what kind of destruction I could cause in a city build almost entirely of stone, but I shook the thought from my mind. What fun would Drastin be if it was rubble?