DEVALUING THE FUTURE

“Are you sure it's this way, Angie? I think we're lost,” Marco snorted, “all because you can't stand the urge to have a man.”

“Relax, these pendulums are reliable,” the beautiful Angie told him. “I'm more worried about the fact that we're running out of liquor.”

“Marco is right; this looks like a church.” Luis was right; the construction had religious symbols.

“I analyzed things; that is the perfect hiding place for those things, and although my daughter's qualities were diminished by her slip, she still has a lot of power. Although she had to resort to these gadgets, if her male hunger doesn't satisfy her, she will have to resort to others, and if not, to other types of practices.”

The big door opened before their eyes, and from there came out some tall men, dressed in black, who confronted them.

They said, “Get out of here, or you will be sorry.”

“We are already sorry that you are so few, we are longing to wield our swords.” Angie drew a blaze of fire.