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The Battered Lamp Chapter Ten: The Earthen Blade

The Battered Lamp by mypenname3000 Chapter Ten: The Earthen Blade Copyright 2014 Note: Thanks to b0b for beta reading this. If you're wondering where missing chapters are, check my blog http://mypenname3000.com/lamp-directory/ Wednesday, January 22nd A raven watched the Unmei house, perched on a power line. It had been watching the house for the last two days, ever since its Master had bid it to watch and wait. A car departed, carrying away four humans clutching powerful talismans, each stinking of a different element. The raven took flight, its Master needed to be informed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “What are you, Britney?” Kyle asked as he started his Ford Taurus. He was grounded, forbidden to drive his car, but this was an emergency, and he really could care less if it would get him in more trouble with his mom. Aaliyah was in danger. “A Rakshasa.” “A what?” He put the car into reverse, backing out of the driveway. “It's a monster from India,” piped in Fatima. Britney tangled mass of brown hair bristled. “I am not a monster.” “Oh, right. Sorry.” “Apology accepted, Fatima. My kind have lived in India, and other places. We are feline shapeshifters. Warriors. We blend in with the native populations of humans.” “That's why you're White and not Indian?” Kyle asked as the GPS blared out instructions to get to the cabin Aaliyah was being held at. “Yes,” Britney nodded. So my best friend is a Rakshasa. And why not? I married a Genie. This isn't any bigger of a stretch ...

... “Britney, you said you swore to protect me.” “My kind has a...compulsion. We seek out strong individuals to serve and protect. We are the finest bodyguards in the world.” “And you think I'm one of these...strong individuals?” “Of course. I sensed it the day we met. I have devoted myself to protecting you, waiting for the day that your greatness would be revealed.” She flashed him a smile. “I am so glad to see we are on the cusp of that day.” “And your mothers...they're both Rakshasa?” “Only Abigail,” Britney answered. “Though they both are my parents.” “But their both women?” Fatima gasped. “You have a dad out there, somewhere, right? You know, whatever sad sack jacked off at the sperm bank your parents used.” “No. My species are hermaphroditic.” That sounded familiar. Something he learned in biology? “You're a futanari?” Fumi asked. She was so quiet, Kyle had almost forgotten his Japanese girlfriend was in the car. “That is a word for it,” Britney answered, her tangled hair bristling. Kyle felt his cheeks reddened. He knew that word from 4chan. “What is that?” Fatima frowned. “It's Japanese, right?” “She has a penis,” Fumi answered, her words smoky and her lily perfume filled Kyle's nose, setting his heart pounding. “Oh,” Fatima whispered. Kyle could see her eyes widened in the rear-view mirror, and a mischievous grin exploded across her face. “Does it work, Britney?” “Both of my sexual organs are fully functional.” Fully functional, huh? No wonder she wears baggy sweats all the ...