Zuxian

"What would you like to be? A toad, serpent, bench, signet, papyrus, pot of Cauldron? Say."

 What kinda crazy list was she making? How crazy she was. She couldn't even make any soothing and pleasurable form. He would take those as a message from a cherub in hell. 

 "A necklace!"

 "So be it."

 She touch his erection (the closest thing to her) and he turned immediately into a necklace. A necklace with a green blob. 

She wore it around her neck and slid it into the path between the two enormous boobs.

 That was all Vulcan had ever wanted. That moment should never pass away...

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Vulcan was a horror poet when he was alive. On the day when Myclops, the village priest was to dedicate the cave to Medusa, Vulcan got drunk. And in his subconsciousness, he was caught up into his fantasy. There he was met by Poseidon, the god of the sea, before a sea of glass. He was welcomed into his fantasy. There he was to act all the things he had written in his poems. 

 It aint as easy as whichever way you are looking at it. Remember he was a horror poet. Enjoy his fantasy with him. How he met Medusa, several nymphs and fairies and discovered the secret of the wierd priest.

 He would fight Poseidon, Leviathan and maybe God too, because he wrote all those in his poems.

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 DISCLAIMER

 TO ALL THE READERS. ESPECIALLY TO THOSE WHO THINK THEY KNOW ALL. {APOLOGY IF THAT WAS RUDE}

 FROM CHAPTER 2 - 50 PERHAPS, THE USE OF WORDS IS QUITE REMOTE AND COULD BE A LITTLE BIT ANNOYING SINCE THE WRITER MADE AN EXCESSIVE USAGE OF "THE THIRD PERSON OMNISCIENT NARRATIVE TECHNIQUE". THAT IS, THE WRITER EXCESSIVELY PLAYED ON THE THOUGHTS OF THE CHARACTERS BY REPEATING AND REPEATING AND REPEATING WHICH COULD PRETTILY BE ANNOYING. 

 THEREFORE, TO SAVE YOURSELF OF THE STRESS, YOU CAN SIMPLY START READING THE BOOK FROM CHAPTER 60 OR SO. DO NOT BE BOTHERED. YOU WON'T MISS OUT ON MUCH. IT'S A BOOK OF STAGES OF FANTASY. PLUS THE BOOK WILL EXTEND TO 1K CHAPTERS. 

 SO, NO READER SHOULD GO TO THE REVIEW SECTION AND START COMPLAINING ABOUT REPETITION OF THOUGHTS OF THE CHARACTERS BECAUSE IT HAS BEEN DISCUSSED HERE. DO NOT DIMINISH THE REPUTATION OF THIS BOOK. READING IS BY CHOICE. 

 PLUS, THE WRITER MIGHT FIND TIME TO EDIT THE MENTIONED CHAPTERS AND HELP THE READERS TO UNDERSTAND WHAT HE WAS TRYING TO DO WITH THE EXCESSIVE PLAY ON WORDS. 

 WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF AN ANCESTOR.

 TO BE FOREWARNED IS TO BE FOREARMED.

 THANKS FOR STOPPING BY.

The Walking Dead

     "Old friend, how long did it take you to make a choice."


   Vulcan heard a voice from behind him. He was just snapping back into consciousness. His face was to the marbled floor of the place. He had no idea where he was. He was trying to remember what happened the last time. 


   Time began to spit the venom into his consciousness as he flipped his eyes open. He wanted to remain like that for as long as possible before making a move. 


    He pushed his cheek to the other side and looked to his side. The place was empty. Twas like a stretched lawn of marbles. 


   He looked at the front as he rested his head on his jaw. Twas very much as empty as it was but far into the length of the vast expanse of emptiness before him, there was a a stroke of light dancing. 


   Twas more of flickers. Twould come up and wane, but then it stopped the charade and the light kept a ray looming. 


    "You have no much time to take, mate."


177 - Vulcan meets Poseidon again