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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Sunday, July 8th, 2074 – Rex Glassner – Longview, WA

I liked Longview, Washington. The city was built along the Columbia River right where it turned back west for the Pacific, leaving the ruins of I-5 behind. And the city of Longview liked us. They worshiped my dad. There were still statues of my dad and his wife Mary around the town. They even had a temple full of beautiful women—priestesses—in diaphanous gowns set in the center of the town.

But Chase wasn’t letting us stay.

The moment we’d walked into town, people recognized Chase. The cries of Holy Daughter had echoed around us, growing louder and louder. The farmers and townsfolk had gathered around, laughing with joy and waving. They’d been a happy crowd. I hadn’t seen any no sullen looks, no hate-filled stares. We were the children of their god, and they’d welcomed us with open arms.

“One hour,” Chase said to us while looking at me. “While I get supplies. I want you all back here in an hour. Time is growing short.” We only had twelve days to reach Paradise.

I glanced at Reina, and she gave me a grin. We were going to have fun. Women accosted me from every direction, begging me to lie with them, flashing their breasts. I had so many options. My cock throbbed and ached.

No wonder my dad pretended to be a god. Being worshiped was intoxicating.

“Who will you pick to bless, my lord husband?” Aoifa asked as she walked beside me. She had changed into her diaphanous priestess gown as we neared town when Sister Stella had taken her habit off. It was clear since we’d crossed into Washington that we were in Glassnerian territory.

“I’m not sure,” I groaned. “There are so many options.”

Sex was quite casual in the town. Some of the women had given up on getting my attention and were being pawed over by the men. They loved it, gasping and moaning as they sucked cocks or were fucked right there in the street.

And no one cared.

The preacher back in Truckee would have a heart attack if he ever saw the orgy breaking out in the middle of the street. Aoifa pressed against me, rubbing her round breasts against my arm as we walked through the crowd. She was definitely the hottest woman around, but I had fucked her many times. I did love my redheaded wife, and my other three women, but my dad had it right: variety made everything better.

“My lord,” a man said, his arm around a blonde woman in her late twenties. She had a heavy pair of tits hanging out of her undone bodice. “I would be honored if you slept with my wife.”

“Very honored,” his wife purred. “I am ovulating. Give me your seed so I may conceive a holy God.”

I want to fuck her while her husband watches. My cock throbbed hard, agreeing with my subconscious.

Aoifa leaned against me. “She’s the one,” she whispered in my ear. “I can tell.”

I moved to the woman and boldly squeezed her breasts in front of her husband. I felt their pillowy softness. She let out a liquid moan of delight as I groped her lush mounds. Her nipples hardened beneath my hands.

I pinched both her nubs while staring into her husband’s eyes. I loved the way she shuddered and moaned, the liquid sound she made. She quivered, her body shuddering as I twisted those wonderful nubs with both hands.

“So you want me to fuck your wife?” I asked with a bold grin.

“Yes!” There was a fervor in the man’s brown eyes. “Please, Lord. Take her. She has fertile soil ready to be tilled.”

“So fertile,” moaned the wife as I massaged her breasts. “And wet. You will be most satisfied if you till me.”

I grabbed her hand and brought it to my cock. “Does this feel more than adequate to the task?”

She gave me a squeeze. “What a large tool!” She shuddered in ecstasy. “Come. Our house is right here.”

Aoifa giggled beside me as the wife led me inside her house, her husband trailing after us. Their house had worn carpet, threadbare in spots, and even had linoleum in the kitchen. It was a house that had been built before my father’s death and well-maintained in the last two decades. Their bedroom was in the back, their marital bed covered by a blue comforter stitched with white flowers.

“Mmm, I am so ready for you, my Lord,” the wife moaned, her voice liquid passion.

“Undress her, Aoifa,” I commanded, a huge grin on my face.

“Yes, my lord husband,” my redhead purred with hunger. Aoifa insisted on calling me that. I loved it.

The wife’s eyes widened. “You are his bride? How fortunate?”

“One of his brides,” Aoifa said with a satisfied smile. “He has his Divine Father’s appetites. He married two of his sisters and a third woman.”

“And are they all as beautiful as you, priestess?” the wife asked, reaching out to caress Aoifa’s cheeks.

“More beautiful,” Aoifa answered.

“They’re all equally beautiful,” I corrected, giving Aoifa’s ass a squeeze through her diaphanous gown.

Aoifa moaned in delight.

My dick throbbed as I watched my redheaded bride undress the wife. She tugged down the woman’s dress off her shoulders and down her waist. It fell down around her feet, revealing she was naked beneath, her pussy shaved bare. Juices glistened on those folds, ready for my cock.

I groaned at how sexy the woman was. Her husband watched from the doorway as I drank in the beauty of his naked wife. Her thighs were sleek and slender, belly flat, her hips curving. The wife gave me a smoky look, lusting for me in front of her husband.

Aoifa pushed her down on the bed and kissed her. My bride’s gown rustled, her naked flesh bleeding through the transparent white. Her slim hands seized with the wife’s heavy breasts and squeezed them. She played with the wife’s tits just like as I had.

I glanced at the husband. He still lingered. He was watching, but he seemed nervous.

“Come in,” I told him, waving. “I want you to watch up close as your wife is really fucked. Once I’m done with her, she’ll remember me forever. Every time you fuck her, it’ll be me she’s thinking of.”

The man gave a nervous swallow and stepped into the room. “I love you, Rosie.”

“Love you, too,” Rosie moaned, her eyes locked on me as I pulled off my clothes.

She licked her lips, Aoifa nuzzling at her neck. The sexy wife groaned as I slid out of my shirt and she saw my muscular body. I had brown-bronze flesh from my Hispanic mother. The wife shuddered as my hands slid down to my jeans. I unsnapped them and worked them off.

She gasped when my hard cock came out. She bit her lower lip and groaned in wanton delight. Rosie wanted me badly while her husband watched. My dick throbbed hard. I stepped out of my jeans, grinning at her.

Aoifa nuzzled at Rosie’s big tits. “Let me make sure she is ready for you, my lord husband.”

“You are perfect,” I said.

Aoifa shuddered then she kissed and sucked at the busty wife’s generous bosom. My wife’s tongue flicked out, licking at Rosie’s flesh, making her squirm and shudder. Her hungry eyes stared at my cock. I stroked it while she moaned and bit her lower lip again.

Aoifa’s tongue reached Rosie’s nipple. My wife swirled it around the pink nub, playing with it. My blood boiled. The heat pumped through me. My balls had a load of cum for her fertile pussy. She was ovulating. Damn, I wanted to breed her while her husband watched.

“Mmm, I’m going to get your pussy nice and ready for my divine husband,” Aoifa purred as she wiggled her ass. She worked down the hot wife’s body, planting kisses on silky skin. “Going to devour you.”

“Thank you, priestess,” Rosie moaned. “Ready me for the demigod’s cock and seed!”

“Yeah,” her husband echoed, watching from the other side of the bed.

“Oh, he’s going to fuck me so hard, dear. With that big cock. He’s going to spear into me and cum. He’s going to breed me!”

“Yes,” my wife purred, pushing the blonde’s thighs apart. “Mmm, my lord husband, she has a delicious looking pussy.”

“Better taste to make sure,” I said.

Aoifa giggled and buried her head between the woman’s thighs. Rosie moaned, her hips bucking as Aoifa devoured that married twat. I couldn’t see, but I could hear the effect my wife had on the married woman, her body shuddering.

Rosie licked her lips, her eyes still locked on my cock. She groaned, enjoying my wife’s pussy licking. The hunger in her eyes made me ache. I moved up the other side of the bed from the husband, Rosie’s eyes tracking me. When I reached her head, I grabbed her blonde locks.

She didn’t fight me as I guided her lips to my dick. She swallowed, sucking hard.

I glanced at her husband. “She’s eager for my cock. Does she suck you with this much excitement?”

“I…” The husband shrugged.

I loved it. She sucked hard. Her lips sealed just below my spongy crown. She danced and swirled about me, teasing me. The pleasure surged through me. My nuts ached and throbbed from the passion she stoked in them. Her tongue was hot, swirling about my cock and I shuddered when she moaned, her voice humming about my crown.

“Damn, she’s working her tongue around my cock,” I panted. “That’s it. Suck my cock while your husband watches. Show him how much you love my dick over his.”

She moaned around my cock, sucking harder, her eyes glossy with her lust.

Aoifa devoured Rosie’s pussy. I glanced down to see my redheaded wife dig her tongue in deep in the hot wife’s shaved cunt. Rosie shuddered and bucked against Aoifa, grinding her pussy on my wife’s face.

I groaned, savoring the blowjob and watching my wife’s ministrations. I twined my fingers through the blonde’s hair. Aoifa’s green eyes met mine, flashing with delight as she devoured the wife’s pussy.

“Mmm, yes, she’s a hot slut,” Aoifa moaned, her voice half-muffled by hot wife cunt. “Suck my lord husband’s cock.”

Rosie sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing.

“She loves it,” Aoifa purred.

“Yes, she does.” I glanced at Rosie. “Cum on my wife’s face. Drench her in your cream.”

She squealed, her sucking growing so hard. She trembled on the bed, her big breasts jiggling. She squeezed her thighs around Aoifa’s head, pinning my wife to that shaved cunt. The married woman squealed around my cock.

Bucked.

It was clear she was cumming. Her eyes squeezed shut. Her mouth sucked hard as her orgasm rippled through her. She bathed my wife’s face with her passion. I groaned, savoring the pressure on my cock as she came on Aoifa’s face.

“What a slutty wife you have,” I groaned, my balls tightening. “Damn. She’s eager for my cum.”

“I bet she is eager,” groaned the husband.

I pulled my cock from Rosie’s lips. “But I don’t want to waste my cum in your mouth. I want to knock you up.”

“Yes!” Rosie moaned. “Fuck me, my Lord. I need it so bad!”

Aoifa lifted her head, her face shiny and dripping with the hot wife’s juices. “She’s ready for you, my lord husband.”

“Damn,” the husband muttered. He fished out his cock, jerking it as he watched me move between his wife’s thighs, Aoifa scooting to the side.

I shuddered as my wife grabbed my cock. I kissed my wife, tasting the tart flavor of Rosie’s married cunt on Aoifa’s lips. I loved it, kissing my wife with hunger. Aoifa moaned as she guided my dick to Rosie’s hot pussy. My dick pressed into that flesh.

The wife moaned as Aoifa rubbed my cock against her hole. Hot cuntlips wanted to engulf me. The woman humped, pressing her labia an inch or so around my cock, just swallowing the tip in her juicy passion.

“Fuck me, my Lord!” she moaned with throaty pleasure. “Please! Give me a baby! Make me cum! I need it!”

I broke the kiss with Aoifa and glanced at the husband. “Your wife is a complete whore!”

He gave a sheepish shrug and fisted his cock.

I grinned and thrust the rest of my dick into Rosie’s hot depths. Inch after inch of my brown shaft vanished into her pink depths. She gasped, her back arching, her silky flesh squeezing around my throbbing cock.

My balls smacked into her flesh as I bottomed out in her married cunt. She trembled as I enjoyed my first hot wife. Her large breasts jiggled. She licked her lips, staring up at me with such smoky hunger in her eyes.

“Yes!” Rosie gasped. “A god is in me! Oh, yes! Oh, fuck! Pound my cunt! I need it so bad!”

I drew back my cock, loving the hot grip of her pussy around me. She massaged me. The pleasure surged through me. I groaned and thrust my hips forward. I rammed my cock into her hot sheath’s depths again.

I shuddered with every pump of my hips. Her pussy clutched to my dick with passion. Her face twisted. She umped against me, moaning and whimpering. Her large tits jiggled with the force of my impact.

“Yes, yes, my Lord!” she moaned as she reached up. Her hands seized my shoulders.

She pulled me down and hugged me to her heavy breasts. They pillowed against my chest. I kissed her, thrusting hard into her body. She writhed beneath me, her lips sweet and wonderful. Her married pussy grew hotter, massaging my dick.

She wanted my cum. She ached for me to flood her with all my jizz. To breed her. My balls ached, swaying as they smacked into her flesh. I rammed into her depths, loving the feel of her hot, married sheath gripping me. Massaging me.

I kissed her hard.

Her fingers raked my back.

Her pussy massaged my cock.

“Fuck her hard, my lord husband,” whimpered Aoifa. “Breed her.”

“Yes,” croaked her husband. “Breed my wife.”

I thrust harder.

The hot wife moaned beneath me. She matched my rhythm. Then she squealed. I gasped as her pussy writhed around me. Her orgasm burst through her. She detonated like a firecracker beneath me. Her hot pussy massaged my cock as I slammed into her. She gasped and moaned, bucking up into my thrusts while her fingers clawed at my back.

“Your wife’s already cum,” I groaned, breaking our kiss. I slammed my cock harder and harder into her hot, writhing depths. “Your wife’s such a whore. She’s so eager for my cock. I bet she never cums so hard for you.”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Rosie screamed. “I love your cock! A divine cock! I’m being fucked by a god! Watch me, Joe! Watch, Watch!”

“I am, Rosie,” groaned her pathetic husband as he jerked his cock.

“Plow her, my love,” Aoifa moaned beside me, her fingers playing with her pussy.

I rose, wrapping my arms around Rosie’s thighs and throwing her ankles over my shoulders. Her pussy grew tighter about my cock. She convulsed around my shaft, cumming over and over as I plowed her. Her breasts jiggled with every thrust of my dick. Her head tossed back and forth as another orgasm rippled through her.

I glanced over at Aoifa. She rubbed her pussy, watching with smoky eyes as I fucked the hot wife. Her fingers caressed her cunt, thrusting into her. She whimpered, taking such pleasure in witnessing me fucking a married woman.

In cuckolding the woman cuckolding her husband.

My wife deserved better than masturbating. She wasn’t Joe. She wasn’t pathetic.

“Sit on her face, Aoifa,” I growled. “Make the whore eat your pussy.”

“My lord husband!” Aoifa cried out and shuddered in delight.

She ripped her fingers from her pussy and threw her arms around me. She delivered another hot kiss, a quick one, before she threw herself u the bed. She grinned at me as she straddled Rosie’s face.

“Thank you!” Aoifa moaned and settled her cunt on Rosie’s face.

The married woman moaned, her chin moving as she devoured Aoifa’s cunt. My wife gasped and moaned, grinding her hot flesh on Rosie’s face. It was such a hot delight to witness. I fucked into Rosie’s writhing cunt faster and faster.

“So good,” Aoifa moaned, her green eyes squeezing shut. “Your wife loves my pussy almost as much as she loves my Lord husband’s cock.”

“Damn!” Joe shuddered as his wife pleasured us.

I stared into Aoifa’s eyes. I cupped her ivory breasts with my brown hands. She moaned as I pinched her nipple. My hips kept hammering away as Rosie’s pussy massaged my shaft. The wife was flooding my crotch with her pussy juices, soaking my balls.

The pressure built and built at the tip of my dick. Her writhing, hungry pussy had brought me to the brink. I groaned, my dick throbbing in her hot sheath. Just a few more strokes, and I would erupt in her.

“I’m going to flood your wife’s cunt!” I growled. “I’m going to knock her up. You’ll be raising my kid.”

“Yes!” Rosie moaned, her voice muffled by Aoifa’s pussy.

My redheaded wife shuddered. “Do it! Cum in her! Knock the slutty wife up. Oh, yes! Oh, yes, my Lord husband. Breed her!”

Aoifa tossed back her head as she climaxed. My wife bucked on Rosie’s face, flooding the married woman’s mouth with all that delicious cream. Watching my wife’s climax was so inspirational. I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I rammed into Rosie and erupted.

I shuddered as I flooded my jizz into the hot wife’s fertile pussy. Her hungry snatch milked my cock, eager to be bred by me. Her twat worked out my cum as the pleasure slammed into my mind. It struck me, sent me shuddering.

“I’m breeding your wife!” I growled.

“He is!” howled the wife, her pussy draining me dry.

I was dizzy with pleasure. I grunted and groaned, spurting blast after blast into her cunt. Joe grunted as he came, jerking his pathetic pud. I grinned as the last of my cum erupted into Rosie’s delicious cunt.

I panted, savoring my release.

I pulled my softening cock out of Rosie’s cunt as Aoifa slid off of her. I grabbed the blonde and wiped my cock clean in her hair, leaving it matted with cum and pussy cream. Rosie had a big smile on her flushed face.

“You’ll remember this day forever,” I grinned at her.

“I will,” she panted.

I gave her a hot kiss in front of her husband and then found my clothes. With Aoifa on my arm, I walked out naked. It was a warm day, and there was a crowd of women outside, all naked and nubile. I wished I could stay longer.

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Reina Glassner

I wasn’t surprised to find my twin in a pile of feminine flesh. I so wanted to join him. My mouth was smeared with pussy juices. Queenie, Sarah, and I had visited the temple and enjoyed the priestesses in a press of feminine flesh.

I had mouths sucking on every bit of my flesh, and I wouldn’t mind Round Two.

Aoifa was in there with Rex, her red hair flashing as she writhed with a pair of brunettes. Rex had his cock buried into a blonde’s ass, pumping hard away while two buxom, black-haired twins pressed against his side, rubbing their heavy tits against him. A second blonde was rimming his ass or playing with his balls from behind. I couldn’t tell which.

“Hurry up, Rex,” I shouted. “Chase wants to go.”

“Almost there,” Rex panted, his hips pumping faster.

“Fuck my ass!” moaned the blonde. “Oh, yes! So wonderful!”

Rex groaned, and then ripped his cock out. He stood up, jerking fast, and sprayed his cum over the women. They all moaned and groaned as his cum painted their bodies. They fell into an orgy of licking flesh, gathering up all the cum he’d squirted on them.

Rex pulled Aoifa out of the mess. He threw the trembling redhead over his shoulder. Aoifa moaned, her pussy flooding juices as she came. I smiled, my own twat on fire as Rex stepped through the pile. Women grabbed at him, begging him to stay.

“I have to move on.” Rex grinned. “There are so many women out there to bless.”

I smacked Rex’s ass when he strutted past me, shaking my head. “Get dressed, you two. We need to go.”

Rex gave me a kiss, his lips stained with pussy juices.

“That’s not going to work,” I groaned, fighting my lusts. “We need to get going.”

“I think we’ll live here,” Rex decided. “What do you say?”

I shook my head. “Why not Tacoma?”

Rex frowned.

“The priestesses were telling me that Tacoma is an entire city of Glassnerians. The new Theocracy rules out of there. They even have electricity.”

Rex grinned. “An entire city?”

I nodded my head. I knew we were never returning to California. None of us wanted to cross Oregon again. The Christians were bigots and murderers. I never wanted to live among them again. The Glassnerians were more my style. They shared my appetites.

I grinned at my brother. “An entire city of women for you to fuck.”6

“Ooh, that sounds perfect for our Lord husband,” Aoifa moaned as she pulled on her diaphanous robes, her nubile body bleeding through the fabric.

“It does,” Rex nodded. “Tacoma.”

“The Holy City where the Living Gods were born,” Aoifa purred.

I took a deep breath as we walked away from the orgy to the center of town where Chase, Queenie, Sarah, and Sister Stella waited. “What is going to happen at Paradise? Are we really going to stop our father from coming back?”

“I thought you said to trust Chase,” Rex said and shrugged. “It’s up to her.”

“I know,” I said and chewed on my lower lip. “I’m just… Part of me wants to see him. We will, right?” My heart beat faster. “Our father?”

“Yeah,” Rex nodded, putting one arm around me, the other around Aoifa. “We’ll see him.”

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Chasity “Chase” Glassner

I grinned as we left Longview behind. It had been nice to be around such open love. Here, the world hadn’t fallen into ugly violence and hatred. Here, the world of my childhood still existed. And they were free. They weren’t slaves of my parents. They chose to continue following my parents’ teachings.

They chose to love each other.

There was hope for the world.

I glanced at my siblings and their wives. They were talking about Tacoma. Rex and Reina sounded like they wanted to live there. And given my siblings’ appetites, that wasn’t surprising. I didn’t blame them for not wanting to go back home to California. It meant crossing Oregon, which was a shithole. The Christians had destroyed the once-beautiful state.

I cocked my head, glancing at Rex as he boosted of all the women he fucked in the last two hours. He had the stamina that rivaled my father’s. A normal man shouldn’t have been able to perform like he had. I frowned in realization. He was keeping four horny women happy with his cock. Rex was conceived at the end of my father’s life, maybe days before he died. My father was brimming with the powers of all the great demons, plus his own wishes.

Had Rex inherited extra-human stamina from my father? And Reina and Sarah also were a pair of horny vixens.

How interesting.

Sarah moved up beside me. “I hope you’ll come with us to Tacoma. You and Sister Stella both.”

“Maybe,” I shrugged. I didn’t know what was going to happen at Paradise, but Sister Stella promised to free me from my powers. Maybe I could finally die.

“We’ll have a nice house. It’ll be the perfect place to write your version of events.”

I blinked.

“About our father.” Sarah smiled. “I would love to know the real truth. And the world deserves to know, too. Both sides have it wrong.”

Tina Allard’s book, The History of the Tyrants’ Theocracy, offended me. My parents weren’t the monsters she made them out to be. They did plenty of evil and plenty of good. But they also weren’t the perfect beings the Glassnerians claimed either. They were like any other persons. Not black or white, but muddy shades of gray all swirled together.

“Maybe I will,” I nodded. “But we still need to reach Paradise. We should make it in a couple of days early at this pace.”

Sarah nodded. “I can’t wait to see Father.”

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Thursday, July 12th, 2074 – Queenie Glassner – Highway US-12, WA

Thunder crackled on the horizon as we reached Highway US-12. According to Chase, this highway would take us to Mount Rainier. It led off to the northeast, heading towards the white, majestic peak on the horizon. This mountain was a far more impressive sight than the crumbling peak of Mount St. Helens to the southeast, and seemed wider than Mount Hood in Oregon. Even tiny on the horizon, Mount Rainier loomed.

And it would grow bigger as we marched towards it. We still had seventy-nine miles to go. Another four days of walking. We were going to make it.

Thunder crackled again.

“Maybe we should make camp,” Sarah whispered, glancing at the storm approaching from the southeast. A line of gray clouds covered the horizon.

“We still have a few hours,” Rex objected.

I jumped as lightning flashed down from the clouds. My heart thudded in my chest as Chase counted out loud. The thunder’s crackle washed over us, vibrating through the air.

“Two miles away,” Chase answered. “That’s how far the lightning is.”

“I think we should set up the tents,” Reina whispered, grabbing my hand.

I nodded.

The storm grew closer and closer. A strong wind gusted as we hurriedly set up our tents. The gray swelled, engulfing the southern skies. The day grew dark as the sun disappeared behind the clouds. The wind carried that earthy scent of fresh rain.

As we finished setting up the tents, the first drops rained down. I shuddered as the cold hammered my arm. Rex pulled me into the tent. It was cramped with the five of us. The rain pelted the outside and the lightning sizzled and crackled.

I jumped with every bolt.

“It’s okay,” Aoifa whispered as she held me on the right.

“Yeah,” Rex nodded, stroking my hair.

Thunder boomed. I screamed. It was so close.

The wind picked up. The tent’s canvas groaned and swayed, snapping in the breeze. The tent rocked above us. The lightning flooded through the wet cloth, illuminating the tent poles. I squeezed my eyes shut in fear.

Trees groaned outside. Branches crashed to the ground. The wind howled past our tent. I clung to my spouses in fear. Drops of water dripped down on us, bleeding through the canvas. It was a downpour outside.

The tent shook harder. Fabric tore as the wind howled.

“It’s not going to hold!” Rex shouted.

With a mighty tear, the tent ripped open and the rain hammered down on us. I was soaked in an instant, my teeth chattering as the wind ripped at us. Everything was gray. A wall of rain surrounded us. Dirty puddles covered our campsite and the highway looked like a river. Evergreen trees violently swayed back and forth as their branches were ripped off to tumble through the air and fall to the ground.

“We need cover!” Rex shouted, standing up. His shirt was plastered to his body and his short hair was ruffled by the howling wind. He pulled me up. “Beneath the overpass!”

Chase and Sister Stella’s tent still stood. Reina rushed over and grabbed Alison the pack mule, leading her with us as we scrambled along the muddy ground and puddles. I shivered as the rain soaked me.

We reached the overpass. The wind howled by, driving the rain almost vertically. Water poured through beneath the highway. We climbed up a sloping, cement hill that led to the highway’s support. We huddled together, shivering as the storm poured out its fury upon us.

Water flowed beneath the overpass. A river had formed, churned brown by debris as it rushed past. Alison the donkey moved higher up the slope, braying in fear at the gushing water. The rain thundered above us. It was deafening. I clapped my hands over my head, praying for the storm to pass.

“It’s okay,” Rex whispered as he held me.

The water rose, reaching for us. The storm wanted to kill us. Lightning crashed again. I trembled.

“We’ll be fine,” Rex said again as the water grew nearer and nearer.

The drumming rain slowed. The water gurgled as it flowed by, but it stopped rising. I shuddered in relief, watching as the water lowered and lowered, leaving behind muddy silt that painted up the concrete slope towards us.

The sun came back out and birds began to sing as the storm passed. We crawled out. Chase and Sister Stella, looking very bedraggled, waved in delight at us. Their tent still stood, but where we pitched ours, the water had rushed through, carving out a small gully in the soft silt and sweeping our tent away.

“I guess we’re sleeping outdoors,” Sarah muttered.

“Good thing it’s summer,” Reina said then gave a heavy sighed. She peered around at the drenched world. Lightning rumbled in the distance as the storm headed north. I couldn’t see Mount Rainier. The peak was hidden behind the violent clouds.

“They happen sometimes,” Chase shrugged. “Not usually in the summer, but the other three seasons. They call it the Pineapple Express.”

“What’s a pineapple?” I asked, wrinkling my nose and glancing at the pine trees. “That doesn’t sound good.”

Chase laughed. “They were the sweetest fruit in the world. Grown out in Hawaii.” My sister-in-law put her arm around my shoulders and talked to me about the tropical Pacific Islands. I had no idea they even existed.

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Tuesday, July 17th, 2074 – Sarah Glassner – Highway US-12, WA

Mount Rainier loomed ahead of us, almost dominating the sky. And we still weren’t there yet. What should have turned into a four-day hike up Highway US-12 was on Day Five, and we still had twenty miles to go.

Twenty slow miles.

Unlike I-5, US-12 was more of a rural highway, and it had long been washed away by the storms of Washington. Only patches of it still survived amid the tangle of forests. We were practically walking through the wilderness.

It was rough. We didn’t have enough bedding, just a thin blanket to lie upon. Luckily it wasn’t cold at night, and I did have my four spouses for warmth, but it wasn’t comfortable. Needles fell on you while you slept, and sometimes sap dripped from the pine trees.

We had three days to get to Paradise, and I wasn’t sure we were going to make it. We were all exhausted. Our food was running out, and we didn’t have time to hunt or forage. We had to keep going. The weather had driven huge mounds of debris over the highway we had to go over or around.

It was as bad as the few days we spent detouring Eugene, Oregon.

And there were mosquitoes…

They buzzed around. My arms itched, covered in the stupid bumps. They were feasting on us, the filthy things. Chase bemoaned the lack of insect repellent. One of the many wonders lost. A spray that could drive away the horrid, biting bugs. It sounded like magic.

Aoifa tried to keep us upbeat. We talked about religion, and she explained scriptures to me. I would catch Chase looking back at us and shaking her head. I wanted to know the real story. Who was my father really? Why did he do the things he did? The world deserved to know the truth.

The path grew steeper as we entered the mountains. We passed the occasional signs that were promising, telling us how many miles we had to go before we reached Paradise, a valley on the slope of Mount Rainier.

According to Aoifa, my father married his wife there in a field of wildflowers.

Aoifa quoted extensively from both the Gospel of April, The Twin Sermons, and the First Book of Vivian about that day. Chase had been a little baby in Mary’s belly when my father married her.

I brushed my own belly. I hoped Rex’s seed had quickened in me. I missed my own, dead child.

Night fell, and we all gratefully stopped.

“We’re not going to make it,” Rex groaned.

“We will,” Chase said. “We just have to keep going. We have two more days before the twentieth, and we don’t know what time the ritual is. Just keep going. We’ll see Father and stop his mad plan.”

Chase looked at Sister Stella and smiled, hope in her eyes.

Reina frowned beside me. “What is that look about?” she muttered.

* * *

Thursday, July 19th, 2072 – Reina Glassner – Slopes of Mount Rainier, WA

I couldn’t hold my silence. I had to talk to Chase.

I drifted back, motioning to her. Rex gave me a look.

“Just some girl talk,” I told him.

Chase arched an eyebrow. She squeezed Sister Stella’s hand and then joined me. Queenie paused for a moment, but I shook my head. Chase’s eyebrows furrowed as we let everyone walk ahead of us before continuing.

“What’s going to happen tomorrow?” I asked. We were almost there, but it was slow going up the winding road to Paradise. The mountain towered over us. You had to crane your neck to see its glacier-topped peaks.

“We’ll stop our father,” she answered.

“No. With you.” I swallowed. “What is it that Sister Stella promised you?”

Chase didn’t answer.

“Are you… going to die?”

“No.” She put her arm around me. “But she’s going to take away my powers. She needs them to stop our father.”

“And then you could die.” I swallowed, gazing into her eyes. I was terrified of that. She had tried to kill herself once.

Her eyes grew dark. “You have your spouses. A family. But… my family is gone. I miss them. I…”

“We’re your family, Chase.” Tears beaded my eyes. “Don’t you love us?”

“So much.” Chase shuddered, and then she hugged me. “But you can’t possibly understand. I killed them. Every day, it weighs at me. I destroyed myself to save the world. I’m bound to our father. I should have died with him, but this damned power keeps me anchored to this world. I’m tired of it. Only you and your brother have given me a reason to do more than just lie in a stupor. But I can’t hold back the guilt forever. You and your brother will build a new life.”

“Please, don’t leave us,” I sobbed.

“Please don’t make me stay.” Chase broke away. There was such despair in her eyes.

“What about Sister Stella? Don’t you want to stay for her?”

Chase paused. “I might be able to stay for her. If she’ll have me. But she’s a nun. She’ll leave to go on her missions. And… I don’t know. She won’t promise me that she’ll give it up.”

“She loves you.”

Chase’s smile was sad. “But does she love being a nun more? I don’t know. I’ve loved so many before, and those relationships always ended with me alone. I’m not sure I was ever meant to be happy.”

“Try for her.” I grasped her hands. “Please. For her. Live a normal life with her. I know she’ll give it up. She loves you so much.”

Chase hugged me again. “You are so wonderful. Thank you for giving me a reason to live all these years.”

“You’re welcome.”

* * *

Chasity “Chase” Glassner – Paradise

The fields were beautiful, covered in wildflowers. Butterflies darted among them while a gentle breeze swayed. My parents were married here. There was even a shrine built, a golden statue of my parents, Father in his suit and Mother in her dress. They held each other and looked so happy. The twins, Sarah, and Aoifa stared in awe at the statue.

“Where are the Glassnerians?” I asked Sister Stella. “They have to perform the ritual tomorrow.”

Sister Stella shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe they haven’t arrived.”

I trembled. There was something… special building here. An energy that hummed in the ground.

“You feel it,” the nun whispered. “It’s building. That’s the energy your parents’ worshipers will tap to summon your parents, and the energy I will use to free you.”

I smiled and took her hand. “I love you.”

Sister Stella’s face lit up. “I love you, too.”

“Will you give up being a nun for me?” I pulled her closer. Reina’s words stirred through me. “Will you come with me? To Tacoma or wherever. Will you be mine?”

Tears glistened in her eyes. “I’ve been grappling with this decision for the last month. You’re wonderful. I… I do want to be with you.”

“More than being a nun?” I trembled, sucking in my breath. I feared her answer.

“Yes.”

I kissed her with such love. I held her tight, pulling Sister Stella against me. My heart beat for joy. Maybe I did have a future. Tomorrow, I would be freed from the chains of my powers and I could start over.

I could finally be happy.

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