The four love dolls were named Lionel, Leona, Lionel, and Leona. For Leona had been only
for Lionel, so interact between either would create a new counter part that was how the
cascade nearly unleashed upon the world had worked.
Now these four had souls had emerged from Eliza through Marie-Eliza as what Eliza
described as 'what might have been.' And thus logically previous in the timeline had no
souls. But Serenity had followed here by sense of the use of the game... a paradox.
That these four now had souls given to them via Eliza's magical glass womb had the side
effect of resulting in Marie having a collection of dolls and stuffed toys that possessed
immortal spirits all their own, and thus were Marie's responsibility to look after and her
burden to carry. It would be her duty to see they found loving owners after her, and that
they were not neglected. Reality had been sure to extract it's price for cheating. It always
did.
Marie-Eliza had to create another Avatar just to return home on the other side of the
planet just to tell them everything was alright and she hadn't abandoned them.
In another timeline, the leoman love doll curse would go a long, LONG way into relieving
fears about over population. After all, there weren't that many people life in the world after
the love doll cascade had run it's course. And in yet another timeline, the end result was a
silent, peaceful world filled with indestructible still and unmoving love dolls all named
Lionel or Leona telepathically speaking sweet nothings of their love for each other well after
the sun had burned out. Maybe that was another incarnation of paradise for some, who
was to judge?
In this timeline meanwhile, the conditions of the old Transform to fate were in effect even
if the game itself within them was now dead and obliterated. This meant that Leona was
only for Lionel. And now that the reality cascade of making more love dolls was gone, this
meant the threads of fate weren't likely to allow the dolls to be used, and would as per the
transformation of fate never be separated, and would end up if not in storage then at least
in some quirky modern art museum.
Of course, Penny's wording of her command phrase made those changed into leoman from
people changed into art had always been leoman, would this grant the four love dolls new
existences as people? Or would reality tolerate that, or would reality encourage it as a
solution as to why Serenity would have come to the four love dolls to begin with from her
Game sense?
Serenity took the four love dolls with her, not wanting to risk their 'owners' came back for
them, as unlikely as that was. When she returned home with her odd prizes (along with a
phone call to the brothers that she'd been sleeping at home tonight and they could
continue to make the cure without her until she got back), she called out to Trevor only to
remember he wasn't there anymore, the teenage boy turned into a cat never existed, there
was only a young leoman cub who she had kept safe. Madam Serenity sighed, 'I didn't
realize how much of a space he filled until it was gone...'
+++++
Of course the lupmans had no clue about what Marie meant by 'true love powers' of the
leoman, and only about half present knew who Madam Serenity was, but was so upset that
no one thought to even question her about it.
"That wouldn't be the last time Mal'akh would visit the hunters. More or less becoming
their spy within Glendale no matter how much Marie kept telling her how foolish it was,
Mal'akh was determined to prove she was a lioness. Reality would extract it's price for the
witch's obvious cheating. By the sneer natural laws of cause and effect it would. The
witches however, couldn't comprehend the idea that a child would work against them, they
couldn't even understand the idea! After all, they were doing this for Joella, for all children
of the world to be free from the world of adults."
Aimiliona was visited by her sister again, and again, and Joella greeted her each time eager
to have another friend, the idealized human having more compassion than any other
human had in a thousand years. And each time Aimiliona seemed to barely comprehend
who this strange girl visiting her was, even as she began to easily recognize and
communicate with Joella and the rest of the witch pride. Mal'akh was reduced to using
Joella to speak to her own sister...
"The next step in their scheme was logical as it could be from them. With the spell's power
building up, they enacted another piece of their magically sustained utopia. If the witches
had been still sane, they might have realized many people would have willingly and
knowingly flocked to them if they hadn't been forcing this on others and using people as
living shields and pawns. They began to rejuvenate Glendale. At first it was simply a day
for a day in reverse. Then it was a year for a month in reverse, then a week for a year, by
the time the madness was finally put a rest and their concentration was shattered by a
bone knife into their frontal lobes while they were on the knees and Joella not there to take
the blow for them... it was nearing a year a day. The only exception of course being those
already children, and adults already under their control, which accidently included Mal'akh
due to them not being able to tell her apart from the Witch Pride's own cubs. Other
exceptions included the human and leoman they had given double sized life-spans to
during their earlier experiments, who barely regressed at all during that time and due to
their earlier experiments were pretty much immune to the haze the witches had over the
town."
"And nobody questioned or noticed this?" Lawernce had to ask.
"Anyone who came into the town was added to the witch's children, lions, or stewards
remembers? And for the town folk themselves, at first it happened so slowly no one
noticed, then by the time it became painfully obvious the fog they witches had placed over
their minds left them unable to fully comprehend it. A fog that would shatter when their
focus did."
"Only a thousand things could go wrong with doing that." Maddex's heads said.
"Indeed." Marie nodded, and snapped her fingers making Lilly and Casandra zone out for a
few seconds, "The side effect everyone in Glendale noticed... was that every pregnant
woman in Glendale in a matter of weeks had suffered a miscarriage."
Lawrence looked sick.
"...monsters..." Betty whispered.
The cousins/half-sisters all paled.
Eliza said nothing only looked down. She began to suspect where the souls of her womb
had come from.
"The witches didn't know, and if they did they would have ignored it, and if they couldn't
ignore it, they would have roared to themselves how it was all for the greater good of their
magical utopia anarchy."
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Present day. Present time. Thousands of miles away in the Caribbean there was a privately
owned island on which sat an absurdly sized mansion. It was inhabited only by the elderly
owner, countless maids and servants with bust lines that ran from impressive to comical,
and one Genie.
The old old man had helped into bed from his wheel chair he had been bound to for ten
years by his smiling, blindly obedient all female servants.
'Which one was the guy who always flushed my head? Which one was the girl who turned
me down because my family wasn't rich enough? Which one was the guy who tripped me
up at my shot at soccer try outs?' The old man couldn't recall anymore, it had been so
long.
He had been granted a turn at the game, by a bully who after the bully's buddy used to the
game to give the bully the muscles of He-Man decided to use the game to make it so the
geek who kept getting better scores than him on every test they were in the same class of
to empty himself whenever he heard a bell and to never explain why he did it.
The geek had used his turn at the game to change a random girl into a blindly loyal genie,
with the sub-clause her magic could never directly effect him just to be on the safe side.
From that one Genie, countless bullies, thugs, and jokes had been made his bustly, blindly
obedient loving servant girls. Including of course the bully who had cursed him to begin
with. Now with his memory going he couldn't even remember which one of his lovelies had
BEEN that bully.
Like all turn holders outside of Glendale with Kurse spread herself across the world, the
Genie had finally lost her turn.
'Too bad...' THe old man thought, 'I figured I'd ask Genie to Transform or Dare me into just
one more happy empty headed busty maid... fitting punishment I think for the crap I've
pulled... oh well... guess I'll have to take my chances in Hell after all...'
His devoted and willing slaves didn't know how to help their own reason for living, old age
was finally catching up to him... and he welcomed it. An entire lifetime of being surrounded
by slaves he created, everyone agreeing with whatever he said... the sweetness of revenge
had turned flavorless in his mouth years ago. All that was left now was to wait for the end.
Genie insisted she could create any number of babbles for him to cheat death... he refused
all of them, and she had no choice but to obey.
The old old man looked out the window, the maids outside only wearing aprons as they
manned the garden as he had ordered them to when he had been younger, petty, small
minded, and angry at the world he felt had cheated him.
'Dammit!... What the Hell are they all going to DO with themselves once I kick the bucket?!'
But he was sick of life. He was sick of this tiny little kingdom he had made that his Genie
could provide ANYTHING for him, from treasures to the latest movies before they were
even released in the theaters to exotic pets of extinct species.
'They'll likely carry on as always, caring happily for a house for a dead owner until some
drug smugger thugs happen on the island, try to cause trouble, and Genie just adds them
to the staff or gallery or zoo... Dammit, what an idiot I've been! What a waste of a person!
You happy with yourself now loser? You got what you wanted. And you're going to be able
to take on iota of it with you!'
"Master." Genie brought him out of his thoughts, her and one of the maids, their names all
ran together now along with their origins, "Is there, is there, ANYTHING I can possible get
for you? At all?" Genie asked, scared, worried etched in her every feature.
"After I'm dead, bury my corpse under an unmark tomb stone in the rose garden." 'I don't
deserve to be remembered.'
"M-m-master!" Gasped the maid next to Genie. Had she been his mother or father? After
the small minded git he was had Genie change her too after his parents had begun to give
him a stern talking to over his selfish behavior? Did it matter anymore?
"I order you all to be happy. Tear down this stupid mansion after I'm gone and try to help
for those whose only crime was being born in countries lead by dictators who became
dictator by gunning down the previous dictator! Become doctors and teachers as need be.
But I don't you all to just continue like I'm still around! That is an order!"
After all, what were a few hundred or so immortal Barbie doll figured women on some no
face island in the middle of nowhere doing missionary work?
'Y-yes, master." The maid who might have once been his mother nodded between sobs at
the thought of her master dying.
The old man gave one final set of orders for Genie to play his favorite Beetles record and to
hold him until his heart stopped beating. The old man died.
The Genie and Maids, loyal even past the end as they had been made to be, did their
master instructed remaking the island that been devoted to the pleasure seeking of one
man for over seventy years into a sanctuary for the forsaken of third world counties and
military dictatorships. And it was STILL only ONE tale of the many, MANY lives ruined or
lost or stolen by the selfish desire inspired and encouraged by the Game of Transform or
Dare.
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1689 Last Day of Spring
Kathrine was hoping her hair would be back soon, she had shaven it and kept it extremely
short as part of her vows as a nun. But she didn't like being mistaken for a leoman, nothing
wrong with them in the least, she just liked being seen for what she was.
Marie had noted how Mal'akh hadn't reacted greatly to see Draco, then again, with all the
bandages he covered himself with, she perhaps wasn't able to tell his species of man. Not
that Mal'akh would have recognized a dragon as anything more than that the feral four
legged horrors like St. George had to put out of it's misery.
The letters Linus got back were discouraging for Vatican. Marie's sixth sense told her that
first gargoyles in mass to be 'shipped' to the new world wouldn't be over a hundred and
ten years. This made things increasingly bleak and discouraging for the male gargoyle.
"You're not going to torture the information out of him are you?" Draco asked Marie Cruz
as if she was going outside in a pair of socks that did not match.
"Who?" Marie Cruz asked in a similar off handed tone. After all, she had tortured people
before.
"Linus."
"An Inquisitor can't go doing that without the presence of a priest." Marie said as if paper
work prevented her from getting a day off, "And I'll remind you the Inquisition has an
'innocent until proven guilty' policy. Those who had said different are bigots who hate
Spaniards."
"Like you."
Marie Cruz started, in spite of having been born in Spain, she had never really considered
herself Spanish. "I guess. ... And no I'm not. Him keeping secrets from us after you strong
armed secrets out of him does feel rather aggravating, and I question WHY he needs to
keep it a secret from us. But we are very short on allies and very large on enemies and even
larger on potential enemies. I won't throw away a teammate whose prove himself."
Draco thought for a moment, "There is another option. What about that tricky of yours?
With that eye of yours that's no longer there?"
Marie Cruz admitted, she hadn't considered that, then again, she had been using her sixth
sense to mostly detect what the witches' sphere of influence currently was and how to
avoid it. But it's power had been increasing as the mana drained from the rest of the world
flowed into Glendale. "Maybe I shall... "