I Got A Story To Tell Volume 2, Part Three: The Dildo.

At least, it is dependable.

It will never leave me unsatisfied.

It will always be here for me.

And when I change it, it understands why.

Wait.

This supposed to be an all age story, right?

Ohh, fuck that!

Hey, if there's kiddos reading this shitty novel.

A dildo is--

"Your mind is going astray again, Tallia."

Vaha.

He's a good dildo.

I mean his size and thickness is very much interesting.

A-hem!!

I'm getting hot all of a sudden.

The name's Tallia, as you caould have seen by yourself.

And if you haven't been able to deduce where I'm from.

Here's the answer: I'm From Another Universe.

What?

Not that exciting?

Well, here's a little spoiler to what should come.

What if coincidence hit up?

What if I was Vaha?

What if in my universe, I was woman-version of Vaha?

It would be a complete fucked-up situation.

Again, I'm not here to annihilate anything.

I come as a peaceful tiers.

My universe has fallen prey to evil minds.

And to save my people, I wouldn't hesitate to not only take away half of this universe's population.

I'm not like Thanos.

I Will take away the lives of everyone.

But to do so, I must make sure no hero is left standing.

Because last time, I faced a rather pain in the ass opponent.

A woman this universe calls 'Captain Marvel'.

Her and that strange unlimited powerforce she got dealt a lot of pain to my plan.

But, luckily, I got rid of her a long time ago.

The only problem is that right now.

She got a daughter.

And I don't want history to prove that I was wrong in trying.

I've got no other choices.

My people needs somewhere safe to live.

I promised them.

I have to keep my oath.

Which leaves only one question out.

Who and Where is the daughter?----

Mother, I wished you were here with me. Humans are so conceited sometimes, they can't even think of the greater picture. They matter only to their little ass.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, Woman!!"

Yup!

It's funny of how wrong I was to trust that maybe men could change.

Following that subtle silence of that girl facing her 'a-bit-too-much-of-a-macho-bf', a knife ended up taking the lives of the young man.

".....HA!! Dommage, I don't fucking care about this damn shitty thing called as love among men anymore.."

Izabel.

And I'm the daughter of Carol Danvers.