It was a candid shot. She was much younger, in her 20s probably, and she was kinda bent over sticking her ass out towards the camera, looking back ove... her shoulder at the photographer, a raunchy mouth-open “Yeah!” grin on her face that I knew well. And her fingers were digging into her quim.“Who took this?” I asked, sorta breathless. The photo had been taken from inside a van. It was nighttime and the flash had washed out much of the detail, but it was still clear enough. Recognizable.My wife. I was in my bedroom with my pants on, and nothing else, when I heard footsteps on the stairs. I knew my mom was in her room working, so it had to be Kayla coming 15 minutes early because she couldn’t wait to see me either. I looked towards my open bedroom door, waiting for Kayla to come in. But it wasn’t Kayla that appeared in the doorway, it was Kylie. ‘Hi Jimmy,’ she said with a smile. Her eyes traveled down my body, before slowly making their way back to mine. ‘What are you doing here. Truth be known, I had watched Clarice develop from a young, gangly middle school girl into quite a beauty during the years she had worked for us. On more than one occasion I had been forced to stifle an erection as Clarice had swum at our home or the cabin, while watching the boys. Although she was rather short and slender, she was exquisitely proportioned, and had a quiet maturity which belied her age. But the notion that she might have secretly lusted after me during her high school years had. The Atyseos shard is able to incarcerate a human soul, but Roban is no human anymore. He is a god, a new god.”“How do you know, and what do you mean by ‘A new god’?” Ebora asked.“Humans dream, but Roban isn’t dreaming anymore,” Maldurin stated.“Roban, the human, merged with Destruction. They became something new; a being with human wants and needs but without a soul, and with Destruction’s power and intention burning inside of him. A new god, and how would you call him?” Feya asked.“The one who.