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He Can Beat The Devil And Stab God

Drishan generally makes Prior (his) employees conscious and alarmed but today he's made them nervous. And they didn't have to know how underneath his man-coat he's roving in the unruly purview of arcane to fight with his own understanding. Reaching his cabin he strides to his chair and the air around couldn't even wait to be ignited till the time he hurls himself into the chair.

"Come in,", he says leaning over the intercom and in the air one could feel the exothermic reaction.

Jame comes in. As he nervously looks ahead he instantly could feel the damn energy that the room is filled with and he can't imagine needing or bearing more. Jame threatened fidgets inside holding the tab tightly that he's carrying with himself now as protocol lesser than the support system and almost tiptoes to the table, opposed to what Drishan touching his elbow on the flat glass is sitting in such a posture that's the total opposite of evocative ; a man with bloated belly that ran like a lunatic and screamed and scrabbled and then cut his both hands out of starvation only would be fitting in Jame's situation___________that cognizance Jame collects in his balls without even having any of such solid experience, but only by jostling with Drishan's emanation, his demeanor, his face, his green Rey eyes.

Jame waits for Drishan's command trying to revise Confucian wisdom inside of his head but it only treachers with his cranial nerves constantly releasing an echo : study the past if you would define the future.

Drishan doesn't say anything immediately_______his eyes candescent.

And Jame could feel in his hand the tab is getting heavier and slippery with each passing moment invoking a fear of exhibiting abnormality shaping pathetic mental emaciation, physical as well.

Drishan makes a rapid change in positioning taking a file from its heap and slapping it against the table.
"What's the fucking urgency?", he says.

And Jame baffled nearly dropped the tab. He wants to pincer Confucius' sage hand, drag him to the washroom and cut his pathetic mane until he fucking makes attempt to explain why he gathered him the courage to make those goddamn seven fucking phone calls! Rather twinning with his (Confucius') legendary eyebrows would be easier.

"They've .. ve .. been waiting since long.", Jame says fighting for words and air. "They're important .. r_"

"Fuck off.", says Drishan. "Send them in."

God finally drops a rope for Confucius and throws a banana peel for Jame in his mind, having the response slipped out he concentrates on displaying a flee natural.

A momentary despisal flashes up in Drishan's face and his fingers holding the file, before he is going to take a look into it that he's hardly interested in. Suddenly Drishan stops. As there's a translucent sound at the enterway of the cabin. He abruptly looks at it to fling an acid-tipped conveyance elaborating how sovereignty and the name REY are binomial nomenclature of one aspect, to the breast of whoever has created the silent emergency nuisance. But Drishan's green eyes go still and he freezes as from there emerges a shape_________the shape is a pair of step-siblings. Natsya Granger and Sid Ricci. So unexpected! So adventitious!

Natsya's heart pounds. Drishan________still after several years Natsya's perspicacious heart doesn't find any word for what's it that the fairer sex actually are not immune to feel the it attraction around him only by taking one fucking glance. So, in the modern world where each moment is an explosion of adjectives, in his case again Natsya ends up with the old one - inexplicable. She moves in, her legs fumble stepping into the cabin and her stomach is a painful knot. She doesn't know if it is out of hatred or the acute fright that never really retired from her. Even not after so many years of learning wisdom, practicing peace of mind or medication and meditation. It's right there______the scar_______like enormous shit in the potential black hole, like something you don't realize until you actually get into it. She thought she's sufficed preparation, has sufficed life for fighting any odd she's challenged with. Unluckily enough, she realizes the situation is calling out distasteful insults over her fucking self appraisal. And she could see Drishan's eyes are something unwelcoming living thing with a queer shine and heat in those and she'd be rewarded with anything she'd want, for the surreal bravery to take it from them________Suddenly they're projectile twinning with his posture exuding an unpredictable threat making Natsya want to evacuate; with shaking heart she sees how abruptly he gets rid of all of these with a rapid nose wiping.