She blinked, cocking her head to the side, her eyes first widening and then her gaze turning distant.
"I’m sorry, I believe you have the wrong person," she said with an apologetic smile.
"Margaret!!"
Dressed in white priestly robes and wearing dark dicated glasses, a tall bald man walked up to the lady I had just accosted and quickly whispered so words into her ear.
"Apologies for the interruption," the man said to as he departed.
"You don’t only look like her, you even have the sa na as her."
My words made the mature brunette turn back to . She studied the confidence in my eyes then groaned.
"What are you of all people, doing here?"
"You sound annoyed?"
"What do you think co to people’s mind when they see a billionaire talking to a random woman?"
"You’ve been on the streets too long. No one will think anything funny is happening between us. Besides, for those who know , you’re not my type."
Considering back at the London International Airport, while others had been socializing, Denise even getting a job offer from the First Lady, I had been ploughing Margeret, I could understand why her expression had turned sour.
"I’m an ass man, but your chest nearly perford surgery on my brain."
Just as my words softened the woman’s expression, I reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her forward.
"Follow ."
Wearing a modest white gown and flat shoes, Margaret easily caught herself, taking the next step and falling in behind . I could imagine she had so words to say, but our current location kept her in check.
"Who is he?"
"Who?"
"The man who just spoke to you."
"Lazarus. He’s Pontius’s right-hand man."
"Pontius Argarthan?"
"Yes," Margeret confird.
"Another Catholic breakaway," I muttered to myself, the basic knowledge of what religion Margeret and her superiors followed flashing in my head.
"Where are we going?"
The destination of our movent was another door leading out of the hall.
"I want us to go see sothing."
Margeret’s eyes shifted around, her steps slowing down.
"Trust , you’ll not want to miss this..."
With the brunette in tow, we exited the room, going theough the sa door Lazarus had used.
Margeret didn’t think much of this.
I led her left, up a few steps, then through a narrow corridor before pushing open a door into an abandoned room.
There were finely decorated chairs and tables in the room, the dust that had accumulated on them giving all the introduction we needed.
Waving the woman to follow, I passed through a door on the left, entering a small space with narrow stairs leading upward.
"Should we be here?"
"Shhhhh."
"Hope you’re not planning anything naughty."
Margeret’s feet stalled, her eyes narrowing, but seeing begin to ascend, she groaned and followed.
After going back ho and doing her howork, I was sure that my one ti fling had developed a thing for .
The journey was steep, taking us nearly a full minute.
When we reached the top, we ca to a balcony with marrow view and turning to Margeret, with a finger over my lips I invited her to join look over it.
When the brunette caught sight of the event happening below, her hand flew over her lips, her eyes widening to their extre.
Her reaction was genuine, so I turned my focus to the spectacle below us.
"Ever fucked him?" I whispered.
"No. He’s never even been interested."
"Guess you’re not his type."
Vexed and seizing her chance, Margeret stomped hard on my right foot.
I let her strike hit and gave no reaction.
The brunette was taken aback by my nonchalance, but the loud echoes of the sinful act happening below turned her face grim.
"If soone finds out..."
"Yeah."
"Are you enjoying this?" Margeret harshly whispered.
"She has a really fat butt."
Paaa!! Paaa!!
The scene unfolded in a small room several ters below, on what looked like an altar surrounded by several empty chairs. Margeret thought I was enjoying the show because of how intensely I stared, unaware that I was observing the actions on a completely different plane.
The Church, the oldest known power on earth, had been infiltrated, not by a traitorous human but by one not from this planet. That was all Ninja Momma had been willing to offer on the extraterrestrial.
This foreign being was supposed to et with a traitorous human during the summit, and that was our only lead.
The goal was simple: find the traitor and let him lead us to our otherworldly enemy.
"What if it’s the Pope?"
Ninja Momma hadn’t smiled when soone made that joke.
When Lazarus had co up to Margeret, I had not just sensed the absurd amount of lust flooding him, but also the erratic Psion flow in his head. The man had barely been keeping the energy contained.
The levels of lust in Lazarus far exceeded what had initially been in the woman, a short, saintly-looking nun.
"Who knew her gown hid so much though?"
At the mont, the waves of lust in the woman had sharply risen, nearly matching those of Lazarus.
What held my attention even more was how their Psion mixed, multiplied, and then parted again.
I had called Margaret, suspecting Lazarus to be the man I had been hunting, ready to apprehend the brunette along with her boss. But not only was she unaware of her superior’s indulgences, I couldn’t yet find any reason to point a finger at the boss.
"We should go."
"Not yet."
The cycle of mixing Psion and splitting apart had beco faster.
Looking at the faces of the two individuals, Lazarus, naked on his knees, pounding the busty nun from behind, I could see they were close to their peak and birthing a phenonon.
Fiercely grabbing her rippling ass cheek, Lazarus increased his pace, the strength in his waist doubling. His groans beca near roars, and then with a final smash, he poured into the saintly woman before him.
I had been trying and failing to take a step further and read the actions before on a much higher plane, but at that mont, it happened.
Unfortunately, I didn’t see much before my senses were blinded.
Nature Energy was birthed, appearing in the core of the woman. For several seconds, in my eyes she was the center of the earth, holding life itself.
Without warning, the Nature Energy in her split into three portions: one disappearing into the woman, another flowing through Lazarus’s mber and into him, and then the largest portion appeared in my head, just above my Psion Sea. It seamlessly sank into it.
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