It's time to turn back the pendulum.
So, let's wind the clock back to the day of the apocalypse.
*****
Joe Baston was on his way to work today.
He was the nighttime gatekeeper of the Skylance estate.
Yep, that Skylance—the one that owned Skylance Medicos.
Fuckers had their pharmacies all over Teal City.
Anyway, our Joe here never finished school. Coming from a poor family, his prospects were looking pretty dreadful.
Luckily, God blessed him with a passable physique and a mind-boggling appetite. Buddy was big and thick.
Most of his life, he worked as a guard for shady people, a bouncer at some god-awful club. Finally, when he was 38, his agency gave him a lifetime contract as the gatekeeper of Skylance Manor—the third one, on the outskirts of Teal City.
Joe liked his job.
It paid well, and the main family rarely visited.
It was always one of the Skylance kids who came to party here.
Even events were rarely held at this manor.
Rich fuckers.
But still, it was an easy, stress-free job... calling it a job was even a stretch.
He liked his job, but recently he'd come to love it.
What happened between the master and mistress, he didn't know. But recently, the young mistress had moved in and started residing here.
And Joe—oh, he'd never seen a kinder, more caring, yet incredibly sexy and alluring lady ever.
Early morning, she always jogged around the manor. And she made it her ritual to greet him.
She was so pleasant.
Once, she even brought him some food. And there was this one time she invited all the workers to sunbathe.
She said,
"Forget about your jobs for a moment. No soul is coming here anyway—enjoy yourselves."
Big Joe Baston thought she was the personification of perfection.
Even "perfect" isn't enough to describe her. She's just this... goddess.
But what Joe felt toward Amelia Skylance wasn't simply reverence.
He felt another thing—this overwhelming urge to embrace her, to make her his.
And this all started a couple of days ago, on the night of September 16.
*****
It was around 2 AM. Joe, legs up in the booth, was looking at "babes in bikinis" on Facebook.
Honk. Honk.
Joe woke from his stupor and looked up.
It was a jungle green 911.
What a beautiful car!
He knew the driver. It was his mistress, Amelia Skylance.
Chuckling apologetically, he stumbled up.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Apologizing continuously, he moved out and opened the manor gate.
One... two... three... ten... twenty-five... sixty...
A minute passed, and the 911 stayed exactly where it was.
Joe frowned and peeked.
What he saw chained him in place.
Amelia beckoning him with her index finger.
He responded to her clear call and, with a light jog, reached the car.
His heart was pounding.
Dhub dhub dhub dhub...
It was way too loud.
Reaching the car, he saw her.
People used to wage war for women, huh?! She looks like someone heavens wage war for.
In her short jungle green bodycon dress that accentuated her curves, she looked tantalizing.
Her lips and eyes were the same wild shade.
And she smelled of expensive wine and a peculiar, hypnotizing jungle musk.
Amelia looked at Joe and smiled.
Poor guy was breathing heavily. He was practically heaving.
"Joe, baby, tell me—do I look good?"
"Huh... Ye-yes, ma'am."
"Baby, then tell me: what would my husband do to you if I said you fucked me?"
Joe was flabbergasted.
Wha-what is sh-sh-she on about!
"I-I-I am so-sorry, ma'am."
"Baby, don't play with me. You were gazing at my ass that day while sunbathing. Weren't you?"
"N-no—"
"Baby, are you lying to me?"
"So-sorry. I was."
"Good baby. I'm drunk, you know."
"..."
"Baby, I want you to fuck me."
Joe's knees went weak instantly.
And seeing him tremble this badly, Amelia's smile widened.
"So, baby, will you fuck me?"
"..."
"I want the answer right now."
"... ye-yes, ma'am."
"Hahaha..."
A sultry laugh rang out at the manor gateway. It was melodic... no, bewitching fit better.
"Baby, do you know what darling will do if he hears about you wanting to fuck me?"
Joe couldn't think. His mind was completely hijacked by this lady in green.
Consequences? Oh, he bloody didn't care. He wanted to fuck her.
"Baby, would you die to fuck me?"
"... ye-yes."
"Hahaha..."
The 911 started and zoomed inside the compound.
And as the bewitching laughter faded, all that was left was a man standing like an idiot with a bleeding nose and an erect penis.
*****
On the night of the apocalypse, Joe was where he always was supposed to be—his booth beside the manor gate.
He was picking his nose, making booger balls and flicking them.
He was daydreaming about his desires, obviously.
He was thinking about how, if he could go back, he'd make the right choices in life and end up with Amelia.
He'd fuck the shit out of her every damn day.
It was then, in the middle of his mental, philosophical excursion, that the sky turned purple.
He looked up, and all his dreams and emotions vanished.
Pain and murmuring began to envelop him.
"AAAARRRR!"
He started roaring and twitching.
His nails jutted out; he was visibly transforming.
It was then—just a single moment before his last thread of sanity vanished—that purple text floated in front of him.
[DO YOU WANT TO FUCK HER?]
"YES. YES. YES..."
[AAA AHAHAHAHAHA... BECOME MY CHAMPION, THEN, JOE. I AM ATE. THE OLYMPIAN OF... LOVE. AHAHAHAHA...]