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Moth to Flame (Part II) [Michael Corleone x Reader Series, 18+ Smut] Chapter 39 – The Lies.

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18+, explicit smut read.

"I’m not visiting out of personal interest, this is solely business for me even if it’s pleasure for you." / "Newsflash, sweetheart, but no news outlet wants to report on a common whore getting pregnant."

Jealousy knows no end when it comes to the Corleone and Ferrari families, but neither do scandals. Luciana Marino–-once Lorenzo's past lover and bride-to-be revealed from Lorenzo's past is now a renowned journalist for Mafiosi gossip leading back to 1950 when Rita Duvall got her first taste of a Corleone brother with Fredo. The skeletons in both you and Michael's closet leave a legacy of troubles both with Fredo's infamous brothels remaining open and after Rita's blacklist and career downfall, a spiteful personal grudge against you. Supporting Michael with his business plans to shut down Fredo's brothels and remove the Corleone family name from the prostitution business, the two of you and Sonny fly down to Las Vegas only to be greeted by a world of debauchery and with none other than Rita Duvall as the star of the show. With your business with Rita taking a personal twist, you let none slander your name and decide to put an end to Fredo's business legacy with Michael, but also Rita's personal lust towards Michael and insistency on getting back at you for ruining her career.

[WARNINGS]: Depictions & themes of smut / Mentions of death / Abortion mentions / Depictions & themes of prostitution / Pregnancies / Naked wet Michael in the bathtub / Sensual smut & intimacy / Strip dancing & nudity / Alcohol / Depictions & themes of affairs & cheating / Character death / Explicit themes & depictions of blood, injury and violence.

[AUTHOR'S NOTE]: The next chapter of Moth to Flame Part II is finally here and more anticipated than ever.😈🔥 All I have to say is that playtime is over and this chapter is nothing like the last, sweet recap. Michael and Victoria are down to business, Mafiosi style and the skeletons in their closet demand answers years later. I introduce a new OC named Luciana Marino 👀 in this chapter which you'll get to learn all about through Lorenzo's past and in the next chapters and of course... The return of Rita Duvall, or should I say her revenge? 😳

1956. Your name is Victoria Ferrari Corleone, and you’re the wife of the most powerful mobster in North America–Michael Corleone. A lifestyle of crime and secrecy is all you've known and ever wanted to know, complimenting the cruelty of Michael Corleone's influence in the United States. With your enemies fallen before you and all loose ends tied up, you continue your life and marriage with the Corleone family while refusing to look back on your past. Yet it's the skeletons in your closet that a shine a light on revealing you're a true mafiosa. Ensnared in the shadows just as much as Michael is, you find yourself betrayed by the unexpected with all of your secrets ready to spill–especially ones you've hidden from Michael. With more than one pair of eyes watching your every move, you find yourself trapped amidst potential scandals and a familiar, lovesick secret admirer adamant on removing Michael out of the picture to have you all to himself. Like a moth to a flame, you've reached the point of no return and the light that breaks down the darkness threatens to take you next.

[ Present Day: 1956. Ferrari Estate, Lorenzo & Alina’s Home ]

Alina and Lorenzo’s bedroom remains illuminated by the glow of the moon coupled with the fireplace softly crackling in front of the king-sized bed.

Scarlet candles above the dresser create a romantic and intimate aura inside for the couple sprawled out on matching colored satin sheets—naked, warm bodies intertwined with one another.

The epitome of erotic relaxation after a night out enjoying a meal together remains to be Lorenzo and Alina’s matching passion after a night of passionate, slow lovemaking.

“Mm,” Alina presses her forehead against Lorenzo’s, straddled on top of her husband as the blankets slide off her back.

Breathing softly, Lorenzo tilts Alina’s chin down gently to face him directly—a teasing grin forming on his lips. “Safe day, hmm?”

“That’s right,” Alina giggles breathily, stealing a kiss from Lorenzo’s lips. “Just our lucky day.”

“Mm, I love you,” Lorenzo says against her lips.

“I love you more, baby.” Alina trails her hands down from Lorenzo’s shoulders to his chest. “Tonight—you and me… Mm, it was just perfect.”

“More than perfect,” Lorenzo agrees, taking Alina’s warm hands into his before kissing them.

“Only gets better and better with you, my love.” Alina blushes, snuggling up to Lorenzo’s side.

Although the rest of the world could vouch for Lorenzo Ferrari being an infamous impatient, hot-headed hard ass comparable with Sonny which may explain why they get along so well, none but Alina and her children with Lorenzo know of the soft spot Lorenzo has, and just how much of a lover she can be too.

Alina remains gullible and naïve in terms of how Lorenzo’s in-laws and business partners perceive him, on the other hand.

If someone were to approach Alina and remark that they disliked Lorenzo for any reason whatsoever, Alina would be utterly surprised nor would she personally accept it.

Alina finds and has always found Lorenzo’s masculinity and dominance sexy; his boldness and even crudeness turn her on in more ways than one.

Lorenzo’s the jealous type and Alina more so on the curious edge, but the two seem like nothing less than a perfect match for one another.

“Perfect, hmm?” Alina begins to draw lazy circles over Lorenzo’s chest with her finger—a telltale sign her curiosity has suddenly peaked again.

“Uh oh,” Lorenzo chuckles, watching Alina’s fingers move over his torso.

“What?” Alina laughs softly, resting her chin on the palm of her free hand.

“Every time you start drawing those little circles on me, you have a question to ask.” Lorenzo knows his wife and her habits almost better than she does.

“Just one question maybe.” Alina gives Lorenzo a playful look. “Maybe.”

“If I’m lucky, sure.” Lorenzo jokes, running his hand through Alina’s silky hair. “Ask me, baby. What’s on your mind?”

“Just wondering is all,” Alina begins—her intentions purely curious, “how you feel about me versus the others?”

“Others?” Lorenzo raises his brows, unsure of exactly what Alina means.

“Mhmm.” Alina nods. “You know…others. Your exes. Those women.”

“Ah, that question,” Lorenzo smirks, making eye contact with Alina briefly before they both burst out laughing. “Well simply put, I don’t compare anyone to you—let alone them. Whose my wife? Them or you?”

“I guess you’re right.” Alina beams, her rosy cheeks glowing with blush. “But what differentiates me from them? Maybe from someone else, you thought you’d marry instead?”

“Hmm…” Lorenzo sighs softly, relaxing his muscles against the satin sheets. “That’s a question I honestly haven’t thought about for years—no exaggeration.”

“What was her name?” Alina asks curiously. “We can start there.”

“We can.” Lorenzo chuckles quietly, “her name was Luciana.” Lorenzo lets his mind wander, trying to pull back every memory he can of his last ex-lover, the one he promised to marry before Alina. “Luciana Marino.”

When Lorenzo comes to think of it and nothing else, a woman like Luciana Marino is truly hard to forget.

“I met Luciana purely by chance because of my father’s connections and friends in the media.”

Lorenzo and Luciana met one another in 1944, the first year Luciana began working as a journalist for Daily News—a mafia-connected news outlet based in Las Vegas, Nevada.

Don Giuseppe Ferrari had powerful friends in powerful places from the very beginning, and that didn’t exclude news and media outlets, including Daily News which prompted a visit with Lorenzo in the first place.

The part Lorenzo purposefully leaves out is that he wouldn’t have cared to look over at Luciana in the first place let alone approach her and introduce himself if Lorenzo wasn’t as wildly attracted to her as he was.

Luciana—a young woman with shoulder-length blonde hair loosely curled through and the brightest smile Lorenzo had ever seen.

When Lorenzo spoke at all or stood alone, Luciana’s fellow colleagues stopped whatever they were doing just to stare and gawk at the Italian businessman in front of them.

The gold rings adorning Lorenzo’s fingers and the scent of his cologne wafting throughout the office space were enough to attract blushing, curious expressions from any woman.

Lorenzo noticed the attention and eyes on him instantly and naturally loved it, but Luciana was the only one he cared about. After all, Lorenzo hadn’t been seeing anyone casually or with commitment for quite some time since then.

“We got to know each other and made our relationship official just a little over three months.”

Lorenzo made an active effort to see and spend time with Luciana as much as he could, dedicating all of his spare time to her amidst his role in the “family business”.

Luciana of course was no stranger to who paid Daily News and what interesting, powerful figures came by for visits, so it was no different when she saw Don Giuseppe Ferrari and Lorenzo. It saved Lorenzo the explanation of just who he was to Luciana who gladly accepted her lover’s tie to the criminal underworld.

“Just like any other relationship, we were fine. Everything went well on both sides. We were together as always.”

Lorenzo and Luciana fell in love with each other around the same time and continued to strengthen their emotional and romantic bond like any other couple would, leading to a healthy and steady relationship.

The two dated for almost three years with a promising future ahead of them, nothing but love and memories to cherish up until the news broke out that Lorenzo’s grandfather—the first Don of Ferrari—had passed away back in Corleone, Sicily.

“The news of my grandfather’s death hit me much harder than I thought. I don’t know if any of my brothers felt quite the same but I was very close to my grandfather. There was so much I admired about him. His loss distracted me from everything else I knew.”

The death of Lorenzo’s grandfather prompted the entire Ferrari family to fly to Sicily for the funeral preparations and family ceremonies that would follow with a period of mourning before returning to the United States.

When Lorenzo arrived, he realized he and the family weren’t alone. All of the Ferrari family’s business partners, colleagues, and family friends had also gathered to pay their requests and assist the family with anything should they need it.

Before the actual funeral itself even took place, Lorenzo met one of these family friends his parents knew, and more specifically, he met their daughter Alina but Lorenzo can’t explain this part to Alina as honestly as he lived through it.

“Because of my grandfather’s death, it felt like my entire world shifted. I was uncomfortable with it. I couldn’t go on the way I was. It changed me somehow, and so it changed everything else.”

Perhaps Lorenzo had a bad habit of being “hit by the thunderbolt” one too many times in his life, but whatever ache there was in his heart from the loss of his grandfather was mended by Alina’s presence alone.

Lorenzo couldn’t pull himself away from this woman even if he tried. He was so stunned by Alina’s beauty, her grace, and the melodic sound of her voice that he forgot about Luciana and anything to do with her entirely.

“Before I even flew to Sicily, I broke up with Luciana. She understood my pain and my grief which didn’t make it any easier for me, but I couldn’t drag her down with me. The family was changing. I was changing.”

Alina was captivating to Lorenzo with a wonderful sense of humor, manners, and a laugh Lorenzo adored hearing.

She too was attracted to Don Ferrari’s eldest son, and both sides of the family could see Lorenzo and Alina had vibrant chemistry with one another that couldn’t be ignored.

By the time the funeral for Lorenzo’s grandfather took place, Lorenzo couldn’t figure out if he was in Sicily for his grandfather’s funeral or if he had just met the love of his life by chance at a time in his life he expected to continue grieving in.

Lorenzo promised Luciana before he left that he’d marry her as soon as he returned back from Sicily—that they didn’t need to wait any longer and that he was ready to start a real life and family with Luciana.

Instead, Lorenzo was cheating on Luciana with Alina in Sicily, and neither woman knew or would ever come to know.

The love and romance Lorenzo and Alina had with one another in Sicily were beautifully intense to not only the couple but to both families that were convinced the young couple was meant to be.

Giuseppe and Ludovica as well as Alina’s parents approved of the couple and the prospect of them having a future together, and so did you alongside your brothers.

You noticed that it was very obvious Alina had been the only one from all of Lorenzo’s previous lovers and girlfriends which caused Lorenzo to develop a soft spot within himself.

It was only when marriage was brought up seriously close to everyone’s return back to the United States that prompted Lorenzo thought about Luciana for the first time in weeks.

Lying to Alina about the true events and timeline of his story, Lorenzo flew back to New York with his and Alina’s family and then actually broke up with Luciana almost immediately after for the same reason he had told Alina through a lie.

Luciana had no idea of anything that transpired in Sicily, let alone who Alina was nor did Luciana ever see Alina and vice versa. Luciana didn’t know that Lorenzo had actually come back with his true bride-to-be instead.

The following day after Lorenzo broke up with Luciana officially, he has engaged to Alina already.

Lorenzo’s truth to himself is that he actually fell out of love with Luciana the moment he saw Alina—even before he formally met her, and Lorenzo wasn’t even entirely consciously aware of it until later.

All it took was the right time and the perfect moment. Lorenzo stood next to his father and some colleagues prepping for the funeral and Alina was there with her parents to show support as flowers were picked out for the coffin.

Lorenzo zoned out entirely—unable to focus on anything but Alina and her beauty in that crowd.

Everything from the way Alina’s hair touched her face, to the way the soft breeze swept around her dress mesmerized Lorenzo who was utterly stunned by how much he desired this woman so suddenly.

Lorenzo heard nothing, felt nothing, and saw nothing but Alina and it was only then that when Alina noticed there was a pair of eyes on her that she gazed back at Lorenzo and blushed—giving away how flattered she was.

For a moment there, the two couldn’t stop looking at one another—shyness melting away and replaced by a mutual desire. Alina became Lorenzo’s whole world and nothing else mattered that day.

Lorenzo took great liberty to make sure when he was able to see Alina in private for the first time to make a promise he would actually keep: “When we both return home and settle, I want to marry you, Alina. I want us to start our lives together as husband and wife—nothing else could matter more to me. I want you in every way possible.”

Lorenzo knew then that this woman had awakened true love inside of him, but every inch of love Luciana carried in her heart for Lorenzo shattered to pieces upon their breakup.

Luciana understood Lorenzo’s lies as her truth to the best of her ability. She had to move on, she could do nothing else after all but the reality of things and the truth would never mend her aching heart. Only time could do that. Only the inevitable distance from Lorenzo would do that.

Perhaps the worst of it was that Luciana still held onto the belief Lorenzo was going to marry her when he returned. She had counted down the days on her calendar to when Lorenzo said he would return to New York, and she even went out to shop for wedding gown inspiration.

Luciana felt more alone than ever after Lorenzo broke up with her and had no closure either, just broken expectations and deep-cutting disappointment.

Still, Luciana didn’t seek to get even with Lorenzo or do anything petty; she accepted this was just your average breakup and that she wasn’t anyone special to feel differently.

Just as Lorenzo and Alina married and moved forward, so did Luciana in due time. Luciana continued to work for Daily News, holding no grudge and wishing no ill on Lorenzo nor bothering to see what he was up to—the exact same way Lorenzo felt towards her.

Luciana did hear in 1948 that Lorenzo had married a woman named Alina and assumed they had married that year, although the real wedding took place in 1947, just a few months after Lorenzo broke up with Luciana.

Luciana had no suspicions of being cheated on, let alone dumped for another woman and she hadn’t seen Lorenzo since he broke up with her in person.

Luciana only saw Lorenzo through photographs in newspapers and so forth or when someone mentioned the Ferrari family name, although she could never say she was too thrilled about remembering the man she claimed to be the love of her life anywhere at any time.

Lorenzo on the other hand never heard of Luciana again from anyone or anything and completely forgot about her as if she didn’t exist or that they never met.

Only as Alina sparked up the conversation to ask did Lorenzo remember Luciana, her name, her face, and all that transpired between the two for the first time in almost ten years.

Lorenzo’s story is filled with lies and riddled with holes, but paved over with his charisma and confidence explaining his relationship with Luciana Marino the way he wants Alina to hear it.

“You know I never felt that way again,” Lorenzo kisses Alina’s cheek softly. “I fell instantly in love with you. I’ve no uncertainty about that because I know I love you more with each passing day.”

“Oh,” Alina blushes and laughs, hugging Lorenzo’s chest. “Aww, come on.”

“Mhmm, it’s true,” Lorenzo smiles lazily at Alina, embracing her back with one arm. “Does that sate your curiosity, baby?”

“Yes, yes it does,” Alina giggles quietly, leaning down to steal a kiss from Lorenzo’s lips. “I love you more than the world, Lorenzo Ferrari.”

“Oh, I don’t think so,” Lorenzo leans up to peck Alina’s lips again. “You know I do.”

“I can prove it in more than one way,” Alina challenges, beginning to kneel up and straddle Lorenzo’s lap again. “Again…”

“Please,” Lorenzo groans, squeezing her ass with both hands. “Be my guest.”

When it comes to the women in your brothers’ lives, your brother-in-law’s lives, and even Michael’s, many names and faces stand out—familiar or not.

However, only one woman, in particular, stands out in the worst way possible—infamous for stepping out of line and happily doing so in the first place for a living.

A woman who isn’t entirely in the lives of any of your brothers or the Corleone men for as far as you know, but would surely go to great lengths to have any one of them in any way.

You know it and you’ve seen it for yourself that this woman for her own sick, deluded reasons targeted Michael simply because she can—because she’s so used to wrapping horny mobsters around her finger at every bar, hotel, and casino.

This woman is regrettably someone you can’t quite get rid of because of her unfortunate involvement with the very business Michael is heavily invested in; hotels and casinos.

That woman’s name is Rita Duvall.

Dancer, singer, and unnoticed bottom-of-the-barrel actress here and there, Rita Duvall has quite the lengthy history of being arm candy to corrupt politicians, mobsters, and other underworld criminals alike—keeping it professional and only spending time with the richest and elite she can find.

Rita knows how to get what she wants, where, and how. Her “decisions” pay her bills, bolster her reputation and help her profit off of gifts and pleasure the men she hooks up with giving her.

None of your brothers have been known to hook up with prostitutes or anyone else, even when single.

Your father and late mother would never accept infidelity of any kind, to begin with, and such reminders hit Rita harshly when she tried to snuggle up to a single Leonardo at a bar who explicitly refused her advances and humiliated her by leaving Rita alone there.

Still, Rita can count how many times she’s been rejected and refused on one hand and on very few fingers.

What Rita failed to account for was the gold wedding band on Connie Corleone Ferrari’s ring finger when she next saw Lorenzo holding hands with his bride—making her first mistake.

Your own firsthand experience with Rita Duvall on the other hand was when she was hired as a singer with one of the best-known Italian bands when you hosted a celebration for your family’s fifth anniversary since moving to Nevada.

Who Rita Duvall truly is and what she does couldn’t have concerned you for the sake of the world and it didn’t at the time until she began to personally serenade Michael and attempt to rub up on him in front of you and your children.

Of course, Rita always knows who her generous hosts and employers are—especially when their mafia Dons, or as she likes to call Michael—“the big daddy”.

You can remember just how you confronted Rita’s promiscuous actions in front of your family like you did it yesterday—threatening her out of jealousy by saying you’d help search for Rita’s body with her band if she ever tried something like that on Michael again.

That was your first and last warning for Rita and you don’t think you’ll ever have to do it again simply from how you handled it in the first place.

Rita was never spoken to in that way let alone “told off” by anyone in her life.

Jealous mob wives may have watched her from a distance at other social engagements Rita was hired at, or maybe even the mob wives suspecting their husbands were having affairs with Rita too, but not a single person ever confronted Rita before.

You showed Rita that any words coming from Victoria Ferrari Corleone don’t come cheap—there’s always a steep price for disrespect and you did this by blacklisting Rita and her entire band from any social gatherings made on behalf of the Ferrari and Corleone families.

The blacklist hit Rita hard as an immense loss to her career and damaging to her reputation. Rita even overheard her own colleagues whisper she was a “sleaze who can’t hold herself together in front of a family”, resulting in gossip for weeks after that.

It wasn’t a matter of thinking you’ll ever see or bump into Rita again anywhere at any time because you simply don’t care. Not a single person on earth scares you—man, woman, or mafioso.

Only a year would pass until you and Rita saw one another again, however, but the only difference that continued to lay at hand was that Rita continues to hold a grudge against you even though she can’t do anything about it—let alone come to see you in person, call or even send you a letter.

You don’t care about Rita Duvall or anything to do with her after all. Rita Duvall is nobody to you, nothing in your life, and even if you’re the sole reason for Rita holding the biggest grudge and resentment of her life with a smear on her career for good. You don’t care and you never will.

You practically forgot about Rita altogether until you and Michael went to Las Vegas to celebrate five years of the Tropigala’s success.

Rita wasn’t due for a performance at the Tropigala or hired to be there in any way, but instead attended as Senator Geary’s arm candy just as she had been in Cuba like Michael told you.

You know enough yourself through witnessing Senator Geary’s actions with Rita to say that she may as well be his favorite.

You also figured out quite quickly that if Senator Geary was due to show somewhere his wife wouldn’t be, then he’d most certainly bring Rita with him.

All that Rita had and could use against you as leverage was the fact that she knew you were irritated and annoyed with her, to say the least solely because of her actions toward Michael.

At least Rita knew she had some sort of power against you just based on your reactions to her and her actions alone, so surely you couldn’t just ignore Rita outright if she spoke to you about your own husband?

Lying to you about having a sexual affair with Michael while in the women’s restroom at the Tropigala was just the start for Rita who knew what she was saying wasn’t true, but she knew well enough that she’d do just about anything to get under your skin if she could.

“That husband of yours… Michael fucked me so well last week, after all, I should catch up with him.”

“Maybe I’ll be just as lucky as you one day, dazzled out in diamonds and custom-made perfume. Michael’s told me how much he wants to spoil me.”

Although you walked off telling Rita, “I don’t even waste my time thinking of someone as low as you”, the look of anger in your eyes towards Rita was telling enough.

The only thing you regret about the whole affair is that you didn’t drown Rita in one of the toilets, and you couldn’t shake off your bitterness thanks to Rita for the rest of the night.

You argued with Michael that night in your hotel room for the first time over Rita’s antics and it already frustrated you nonetheless to see Senator Geary parading Rita around on his shoulder like a parrot in a sequin dress throughout the evening.

You were frustrated with Michael out of jealousy because he was ignorant and oblivious to Rita’s actions and her existence despite the fact you’d rather have Michael tell Rita off and put her in her place instead.

For as long as Michael refused to react in some sort of way, you knew that Rita would just try and try to get a bigger, more explosive reaction around you and you made this clear to Michael.

Michael didn’t waste a moment more of his time that following morning explicitly stating to Rita’s face about her newest blacklist around any Corleone and Ferrari family property and establishments, regardless of which corrupt politician or mobster she was having sex with that week.

Playtime with Mr. and Mrs. Corleone had officially come to an end, or at least you had come to think so.

The Italian band Rita was hired with previously were already well known as talented and family-friendly musicians, but even they chose to fire Rita so they could continue to perform, separate themselves from the gossip circling Rita, and continue performing as Michael paid the best out of all the Mafiosi the band ever performed for and enjoyed their music.

The one thing Rita had going for her without a blacklist that made her a living was the constant attention she received working at Fredo’s most prestigious, infamous brothel which was also Fredo’s favorite.

Fredo was oblivious as to anything happening with Rita, including the fact he even impregnated her let alone be able to know your irritation with her or the concept of a blacklist.

Rita’s nights were always filled with excitement and different Mafiosi that would sit with her, enjoy a drink or two, and want her company for any kind of performance before hiring for the night too.

Despite Rita’s ongoing career and success at Fredo’s brothel, her reputation is in a way blacklisted as well since she has no chance of going to work at other establishments.

When it came to Fredo’s ownership and management of brothels, it all went back to 1949 when Fredo was still mentored under Moe Greene at his casino resort in Las Vegas that was booming with notoriety and quickly becoming a Mafiosi hotspot whether people realized it or not.

Whether Moe Greene wanted to admit it or not, his business was losing money and valuable reputation each passing day because of scandals, pregnancies, and other issues due to poorly run management.

Before Moe began to mentor Fredo and focus on his casino resort rather than letting it hang loose and expand elsewhere, the place had a stellar reputation that attracted the wealthiest and most prestigious clients, patrons, and employees alike.

The best cocktail waitresses, showgirls, escorts, actresses, and exotic dancers could all be found in the same building, just like Rita.

Luciana Marino was the first eye from the media that caught wind of just what was going on at the casino resort, and the combination of the place’s reputation, patrons, and employees practically showed Luciana dollar signs for how much Daily News could make reporting on the debauchery within.

The best part of it for Luciana was that she’d have exclusivity reporting on the casino resort with no competition to worry about.

What Luciana didn’t care about however was how her reports in the media would negatively impact Moe Greene’s reputation or profits but at the same time, she’d never correct anyone if they called her “selfish” either.

As a mere reporter, however, Luciana didn’t know Rita personally or any of the girls who were employed at Moe’s casino resort nor did she intend to meet them as Luciana was only concerned with what the girls did for a living, how they did it and to who. When it comes to the news and gossip the public wants to hear, those are the only factors that matter.

Notoriety was blowing through the roof at the casino resort at an all-time high in 1949 thanks to Fredo alone having sex with any girl who would have him, ruining business as some girls couldn’t come into work from quite literally being preoccupied sleeping with Fredo or in worst case scenarios due to morning sickness from unexpected pregnancies and scheduled abortions.

Patrons and players couldn’t get tables or girls even if they wanted to, and their anger reflected on Moe, especially as he realized Daily News was beginning to come out with scandalous reports and photographs which only made matters worse.

Fredo’s promiscuity as a member of the Corleone family brought scandals and shame to Vito’s name as well, except none chose to interfere or care much at all.

Michael didn’t care either, ignoring his brother’s “line of work” but it reached a point where Vito could no longer ignore the embarrassment he carried on behalf of his son—such as the alarming number of girls he was impregnating, including Rita.

Two other cocktail waitresses were pregnant around the same time but were quick to get secret abortions, leaving Rita only grateful for the fact she worked late nights since she was up first thing in the morning puking due to morning sickness and of course unable to ignore the fact her period was well over ten days late.

Having a short, yet intensely passionate affair with Fredo for the past two weeks, Rita had only slept with him but both were lazy when it came to protection during sex, spelling disaster.

‘Oh, God.’ Rita thought to herself as she clutched a hand over her forehead and pulled back from the toilet.

It couldn’t possibly be anyone else’s child, but life growing inside of her nonetheless.

Rita’s eyes fluttered shut as she took in deep breaths and reached with her hand upwards to flush the toilet as she attempted to relax and get her head straight.

‘Now what? Fuck. Do I go see Dr. Segal, do I talk to Fredo—what?! What the hell do I do?!’ Rita let out a deep breath of agitation, holding onto the bathroom counter to rise back up to her feet.

Calling Fredo wasn’t a realistic option for Rita who was already aware two other cocktail waitresses recently found out they were pregnant and Fredo neither reacted nor cared—it would be no different for Rita either this time around.

Rita turned on the cold-water tap, splashing some water over her face before coming to the realization that the only person that can help her now is Dr. Segal and Dr. Segal alone—the surgeon who performed all the underground surgeries and abortions with full anonymity.

Drying off her hands and face with a towel, Rita walked back into her apartment’s living room and headed straight towards her telephone until her eyes landed on yesterday’s copy of the news Rita didn’t have time to flip through.

‘Debauchery and Cocktails: Nevada’s Finest’ read the headline of the Daily News article, instantly attracting Rita over to it.

Rita picked up the article, quick to glance over the photograph of the casino resort taken at night in what seemed to be a rather glamorous shot of the building but with a tasteless article following it.

Rita read the Daily News every now and then only because it quite literally concerned her place of employment but she also avoided it as much as she could since Moe would be quick to call anyone out in a fit of anger who had any copy of whatever Daily News wrote if he saw it.

Rita’s eyes moved down to the corners of the front page in attempts to find the author of the article with no success until finding the upper left corner where it read “Luciana Marino”.

“Shit,” Rita muttered under her breath, knowing this Luciana reporter figure only reported on whatever was the most scandalous, but the thought of an employee who wasn’t a cocktail waitress and had never been mentioned or even photographed in a single news article may not be what Daily News wants.

News of pregnancies came out like hotcakes from the casino resort, so would another report on someone like Rita be valuable in the eyes of the media to someone like Luciana Marino?

Rita flipped aimlessly through the entire newspaper, unable to find any sort of contact with Luciana Marino directly.

Frustrated but refusing to let it get to her, Rita tossed the newspaper down before going over to her telephone and opening up an old phone book.

Rita ran her fingers down the list of surnames in the letter ‘M’ frantically before sighing in relief seeing the name “Luciana Marino” written with telephone contact information.

Rita quickly spun the telephone number in and held the telephone up to her ear with nothing but anxiety spinning inside of her.

The telephone rang only four times before Luciana picked it up to answer on the other end, “hello?”

“Is this Luciana Marino?” Rita breathed out, unaware of the fact she was genuinely nervous about making the telephone call.

“Yes, that’s me,” Luciana replied plainly. “Who is this?”

“My name is Rita,” Rita told her, still on edge. “Rita Duvall. You don’t know me—”

“But I will soon, won’t I?” Luciana was quick to interrupt.

“I—” Rita’s eyes widened a little as she began to stutter. “How did—”

“It’s alright, honey. I’ve been in this game long enough to know what phone calls like this mean. No, I don’t know you, but your name is familiar to me.”

“It is?” Rita swallowed hard. “So you know of me.”

“Don’t I?” Luciana chuckled on the line. “You work at that casino resort of Moe Greene’s, don’t you? You’re the only woman there with strawberry-blonde hair. Very easy to pick out amongst the others.”

“Right,” Rita admitted glumly, “that’s me. So you do know enough.”

“Don’t take it personally, darling,” Luciana said back, “it’s my job to know, especially with all that’s going on at your…place of employment. Is that why you called me?”

“I’ve been reading your articles every now and then, I know what you do,” Rita stared down at the phone book nervously.

“Uh-huh.”

“And I don’t want anything to do with it or be in it,” Rita swallowed hard. “I’m not asking you; I’m begging you not to.”

“Why?” Luciana’s tone of voice changed from her interest growing in Rita’s request. “I’ve never reported on you to begin with. This is an interesting and very sudden request.”

“You will now if you know,” Rita squeezed her eyes shut, already feeling painfully embarrassed.

“Know what, exactly?”

“That I’m pregnant,” Rita confessed, feeling no better doing so.

It’s nothing special or newsworthy to Luciana. “Glad you got that off of your chest now? By Fredo Corleone, I assume?”

“Yes,” Rita mumbled quietly.

“Oh, you don’t sound too happy about that,” Luciana chuckled quietly. “But then again if you’ve read my articles, you know that the other girls I’ve reported on have all gotten abortions back-to-back.”

“You know that and you report on it,” Rita frowned.

“It’s my job,” Luciana reminded her. “It’s what I do best.”

“Listen, um… We can make a deal about this, okay?” Rita offered as she turned back around to look at the newspaper on the coffee table.

“I’m listening,” Luciana raised a brow, waiting for Rita to continue.

“If you don’t report my pregnancy or abortion—or even photograph me with Fredo or something, I’ll… I can pay you. I can pay you $500 just for this, please.” Rita hesitantly offered.

“Hmm…” Luciana considered the offer, knowing she doesn’t want to ruin someone’s life or create blackmail that she can get fired or even sued for since Luciana’s intention isn’t to ever be malicious and this Rita woman seemed to be genuinely asking for help.

“Sure,” Luciana decided, “I don’t take issue with that but your offer is a bit low.”

“Oh,” Rita blinked in surprise, “yeah, I guess it is considering your work for Daily News. I don’t even wanna know how much you guys make off of everything going on here.”

Luciana let out a soft laugh, “well I do appreciate the first digit of your offer but if you add another zero to it, we can make it work. Five thousand dollars and you have a deal, otherwise, my higher-ups will start asking questions.”

“Right, right, I understand,” Rita nodded, spotting her purse on the couch. “Okay, I can get it all to you in cash.”

“Mhmm. I’ll be there to pick it up this week with a story that doesn’t involve you, Rita.” Luciana replied.

“Can I trust you on this?” Rita asked hesitantly, not sure why she even blurted out the question.

“Of course, you can,” Luciana reassured, “I have nothing against you and we made a deal, didn’t we? I’m not like your Mafiosi arm candies and boyfriends, Rita. You can trust me and my word.”

And Luciana would keep her word, just as she wanted to set a standard for her fellow reporters and journalists that she didn’t belong to the nosy, unworthy type.

Money talked and Luciana was smart enough to take cash over guesswork in how much her next headline or article might make her, and just as Luciana promised Rita, there was nothing to do with her in any way, shape, or form in her headlines.

Rita got an abortion that very week, avoiding Fredo and anything to do with him for the next little while especially because she knew she can’t afford bad publicity when it comes to Rita’s acting career.

It turned out that accepting five thousand dollars in cash was the smartest option since that very week Moe Greene himself finally cleared the air about his establishment and the rumors circling it.

Luciana’s last piece on the casino resort was a photograph of Moe smacking and scolding Fredo around in public, which also put Fredo in his place—ending the string of scandals but not before making Dr. Segal rich from secret abortions and humiliating Moe Greene as a businessman in the process.

In reality, it wasn’t Moe speaking up about his establishment that cleared the air, but that all curious eyes and ears were on a new promiscuous, loudmouth actress who had been in several successful films back-to-back lately.

Deanna Dunn was suddenly seen on Fredo’s arm, filming a new motion picture in Las Vegas and staying at the casino resort.

Deanna and Fredo had been photographed outside of the casino resort and since Deanna loved media attention good or bad, she let the reporters know that she was officially in a relationship with Fredo Corleone—ending the demand for news and gossip on cocktail waitresses and Fredo’s past flings permanently.

“Miss Dunn, Miss Dunn!” Reporters called out, rushing behind Deanna and running into each other just to get close to her for more photographs and questions.

Deanna ran a hand through her voluminous hair, adjusting her mink shawl before turning around to face the reporters. “I thought you would have all guessed by now.” She laughed.

“So it’s true you’re in a relationship with Fredo Corleone?!” Another reporter shouted over the other.

“Yes, honey.” Deanna gave a beaming smile, posing for the cameras. “Fredo’s my sweetheart and hopefully Mr. Greene gives the rest of his bored little cocktail waitresses a raise or something so they can forget about trying to compete with me when it comes to men. Fredo dearest!” Deanna spun around, continuing to speed walk back towards the hotel to find Fredo, only to have a horde of curious journalists continue following her for more.

What officially ended the business and mentorship between Moe Greene and Fredo wasn’t Fredo, Deanna, or Fredo’s promiscuous past at all—it was all Michael.

During that time period, you and Michael were both aware of exactly what was going on with Fredo in Las Vegas and Michael is well beyond reading any scandalous headlines to know what rumors are surrounding his family name and then in 1950, the new family he married into—the Ferrari’s, with you as his bride.

By 1950, you were pregnant with Niccolò and Verona when you and Michael found out about Moe publicly humiliating Fredo.

Regardless of whatever Fredo did, Moe’s actions were never justified or acceptable in any way to Michael who knew exactly what game Moe was playing.

No wealthy hotel, casino, or resort owner let alone a former mobster under the Roth syndicate meant anything to Michael whatsoever, especially when it comes to smearing the Corleone family name.

Moe Greene’s power trip was well past its time and Michael was coming to collect what was owed on his casino resort along with the answers Michael would demand of Moe Greene in Las Vegas.

[ 1950, Moe Greene’s casino-resort, Las Vegas ]

Moe Greene’s private casino room is his business, entertainment, and playtime all at once.

With his own private hired playing a soft melody in the back of the room, the center of attention lies at the grand dining table in the middle of the room—seated with Moe’s favorite showgirls in flashy, sequin dresses sipping cocktails and giggling amongst one another.

Fredo’s taken no issue with charming the girls at the table again with his charisma and storytelling—lying to them about things his brothers did in New York to bolster his ego and attract enough attention from at least one of the ladies at the table tonight to take her to bed later on in the evening.

One of the four women sitting at the dining is Rita Duvall herself, sipping a cosmopolitan cocktail and invested in Fredo’s story like the others.

Behind the dining table and towards the front doors of the room remains a private seating arrangement of four, black leather armchairs and a coffee table—deliberately placed as far away from the dining table as possible so as not to attract attention.

Johnny Fontane remains sitting on one of the leather armchairs, waiting for Michael intently whereas Fredo continues to enjoy himself noticing how he’s got the full attention of all four women on him even though Fredo’s supposed to be expecting Michael too.

Johnny expects Michael to walk in through the front doors at any moment, rather on edge from the upcoming business meeting.

As Michael approaches the front doors from the other side, Rocco and Al Neri push them open for him and stand back to let their boss enter first while remaining close to his side for security.

Holding his business suitcase, Tom follows behind Michael and enters after his brother—noticing how Johnny’s quick to rise to his feet out of respect for both men.

Fredo remains buried in his story, still completely oblivious but Rita’s attention officially breaks free from Fredo’s words and to the sight before her instead.

With one, simple glance Rita’s heart begins to thunder in her chest from a rush of excitement and arousal to see such a sexy, Italian businessman before her.

Rita's instantly attracted to Michael’s neatly slicked back dark hair, the scent of his expensive cologne lingering over to the dining table, his three-piece immaculate black suit, the curve of his full, plus lips, and his hazel eyes in such a smoldering gaze that Rita’s never seen in any man.

‘Those eyes… Oh, those eyes.’ Rita feels every muscle in her body yearning for the handsome stranger before her, although Michael completely ignores everyone in the room except for Johnny and Fredo.

Rita’s eyes greedily roam down to Michael’s jawline, admiring every little bit of this man’s features until the butterflies unwinding wildly in her gut snap her back to reality.

Michael isn’t a new patron or customer of the casino resort and Rita’s never seen him around before, yet refuses to consider Michael a stranger of any kind.

From the powerful arousal surging through Rita’s veins alone, she’s already easily considering giving up anything willingly if she could just have a sliver of a chance of being all over this man without letting anyone else touch him here.

The last thing Rita notices on Michael aside from his immediate physical appearance is the 18k gold watch glistening over his wrist and following his firm, large hands remain to be a gold wedding band over his slim fingers Rita wishes was inside of her instead.

A brief moment of disappointment strikes Rita as she clearly can’t mistake the gold wedding band on Michael’s hand for anything else, but then again a man being married has never stopped Rita before.

Only a few seconds later does Fredo jump up ecstatically from the dining table to greet his younger brother. “Mikey, Mikey! Hey, welcome to Nevada, eh? You’re finally here!”

Neri and Rocco make their way over to the private seating arrangement with Tom who shakes Johnny’s hand, smiling politely at the Don’s godson. “Hello, Johnny. So good to see you again.”

“Hi, Tom,” Johnny beams back, shaking Tom’s hand. “Been far too long.”

“Mikey,” Fredo lowers his tone of voice, clearing his throat and wrapping a friendly arm around his brother’s shoulders to turn him around so his back faces the dining table. “You should have told me you were just about to come in. You know I wanted to make a grand entrance for you.”

“That’s why I didn’t,” Michael replies plainly. “I didn’t want that to begin with, Fredo.”

Unable to hear the conversation but still insistently snoopy, Rita stares at the backs of both men as the other three girls around her do the same but only gazing at Michael as if Fredo isn’t even there to begin with.

Although Rita doesn’t even know who Michael is, she still feels the sting of jealousy seeing the girls gawking at him.

“Ah, come on,” Fredo laughs off the awkward tension between him and Michael. “I got a little somethin’ for you anyway, see?” Fredo jumps back dramatically, extending out his arms as the Italian band plays an upbeat, happy tune with Fredo’s steps.

Michael notices the showgirls smiling up at him but it’s Johnny who feels a severe sense of second-hand embarrassment, beginning to move toward Michael to give him an appropriate, warm welcome.

“Hello, Mike.” Johnny pats Michael’s shoulder, “welcome to Las Vegas.”

The showgirls at the dining table giggle, waving back at Michael who only glances at them for a split second—completely unamused which doesn’t help Johnny’s secondhand embarrassment.

Fredo clears his throat—his expression still proud and beaming as he mistakes Michael’s expression for a pleasant surprise when in reality Michael’s disappointed.

Rita twirls a hand through her hair as the other showgirls remain still, doing so in case Michael may notice her hand actions from the corner of his eye and look at Rita, but Michael doesn’t budge.

“Grand entrance or not, we still prepared the best of the best for ya, eh?” Fredo grins playfully. “Alright, alright, don’t let the party stop now. One second.” Fredo waves off Johnny who takes his seat at the dining table as he pulls Michael aside, further away from listening ears.

“Anythin’ you want Mike. Anything.” Fredo’s eyes twinkle with excitement as he places both hands on Michael’s shoulder, giving his brother a little shake. “Now, I’m talkin’ fine dining, vintage wine, all the liquor you could want so you don’t have to settle for champagne cocktails or anything. Lobster and turkey on the house cooked special just for you and oh—” Fredo glances back, gesturing to the Italian band towards the back of the room. “Moe’s private band is playing just for you. Everything’s on the house tonight, so don’t hold back and—“

“Who are the girls?” Michael interrupts, asking.

The grin on Fredo’s face only grows wider as he winks at the giggling showgirls at the table. “These fine ladies? Well, they’re for you to find out.”

“Hi, Mr. Corleone.” Rita is the first to greet Michael, giving him a wave.

Only from hearing his surname spoken does Michael even bother to glance back at Rita, then at the other blushing showgirls eager to meet him.

“These girls are all yours, Mike.” Fredo faces Michael again, convinced his brother’s taken some interest. “All for you to enjoy.”

Michael stares back at Fredo deadpan, completely uninterested. “Get rid of them.”

“What?” Fredo blinks at Michael in confusion; he’d personally never do so, and neither would Johnny.

Fredo pauses for a moment, giving a small nod. “Hey, Mike, uhhh.. Come on, what’s the worry, huh? As I said—”

“Fredo,” Michael says sharply, “I’m married.”

“And?” Fredo scoffs, laughing again. “You’re in Vegas!”

“And I’m married,” Michael emphasizes. “I have no interest in any of this. You know I’m here on business and that I leave early tomorrow, so do as I say and get rid of them. That includes the band too.”

Without another word, Michael moves towards Tom, Neri, and Rocco—not wanting to be around the dining table whatsoever until the girls and the band have cleared out.

The awkward look on Fredo’s face spells enough embarrassment and humiliation for the night, seeing the festivities he planned so eagerly for his brother ruined before they could even begin.

“Hey, let’s take off.” Fredo lightly taps each of the showgirls’ shoulders. “Come on, it’s go time. Take off, let’s go. Come on now, all of you.”

Rita’s the last one to rise up from her table, adjusting her jewelry. Michael turns around to expect to face an empty dining table but instead locks eyes with Rita.

Rita blushes but Michael neither notices nor cares, looking through her as if she isn’t even standing there.

Thinking Michael’s noticed her and only her this evening, the excitement rushing through Rita is undeniable.

“Come on, ladies, let’s go! Scram!” Fredo begins to raise his voice before frowning at the showgirls. “Yeah, sorry, honey. Tomorrow night, I’ll see you here. Alright, have a goodnight now.”

Michael glances down at his watch to note the time as everyone who has no business with him or Moe exits the room one by one.

Fredo sighs, nodding at Michael once the front doors shut and the room remains practically empty. “Alright, Mike. I’ll uh—I’ll give Moe a call and tell him you’re here.”

“Good.” Michael looks up, taking his seat next to Johnny at the table.

“Hi, Mike.” Johnny finally gets to formally greet Michael, shaking his hand as they both sit. “Hope your trip here was comfortable and well.”

“Hello Johnny, how’ve you been?” Michael’s tone of voice is soft and calm towards Johnny.

“Good, good, you know all thanks to my Godfather.” Johnny nods. “I’m eternally grateful as you know and I always will be. Happy to do the contract work for him at your hotels.”

“Excellent.” Michael forces a polite smile. “The Godfather appreciates that and he’s noted your efforts. As you know, the Corleone family will officially be making the move to Nevada in a few months from now as our family business will expand into tourism and hospitality.”

“Mhmm.” Johnny nods back. “What you have now is going great so far under your family name, I can tell you that, but how are you? How’s Victoria?”

“We’re both fine, thank you.” Michael answers.

“Must be excited.” Johnny smiles warmly at Michael. “You’re going to be a father soon, isn’t that right?”

Michael nods. “Very much so.”

“That’s a smart move you did just now, by the way.” Johnny chuckles quietly, “getting rid of the girls—clearing the room.”

“I don’t care about any of them,” Michael states flatly. “It’s only Victoria for me and my business. You know that.”

“Of course, Mike.” Johnny agrees.

“Hey, Mike! Fredo, Johnny!” Moe Greene calls out, entering with his arms extended out. “Tom—how are ya? Everybody’s here, excellent.” Moe’s eyes fall on Michael at the dining table. “Mike, it’s good to see you.” Moe reaches out his hand over the dining table.

Michael leans over, shaking Moe’s hand. “How are you, Moe?”

“Better than ever, Mike.” Moe takes his seat with a proud smile on his face—neither of the men noticing Johnny’s gotten up from his seat and went back to sit next to Tom out of respect for Michael and Moe’s private business.

“Everything’s perfect, just perfect.” Moe lets out a sigh of relief, resting his hands on the dining table. “So, you come all the way down from New York, eh? I hear my favorite word ‘business’ rolling off of your tongue, so I know it’s gotta be something big.”

Michael nods, confirming so. “Your casino. Is my credit good enough to buy you out?”

“Buy me out?” Moe chuckles, amused by the joke as Fredo joins in nervous laughter, actually hoping his brother is joking.

“Yes.” Michael clarifies, unphased by the laughter. “The Corleone Family wants to buy you out—your hotel, your casino, all of it, and all of the shares.”

“Buy me out?” Moe’s smile instantly fades off his face as his expression sours with bitterness and offense taken. “If anyone’s buying someone out, I’m buying you out. No.”

“You’re ignoring the bigger picture here.” Michael sets his lighter down on the dining table, taking a cigarette out of his suit pocket, and says, “your casino is losing money. Whose the one maintaining and managing it? You know we could do better,” before putting the cigarette in the corner of his mouth.

Moe raises his brows in disbelief. “So you think I’m skimming off the top?”

Michael shakes his head. “I think you’re very unlucky.”

“Unlucky,” Moe repeats, forcing himself to laugh out of frustration before getting up from his seat. “I’m unlucky? Are you trying to make me laugh? I did you and your whole family a favor by taking Freddie in when the Corleone family needed it the most and this is how you repay me? By trying to push me out?”

Michael holds up his index finger as if to silence Moe. “Don’t twist the Godfather’s words, Moe. You took Fredo in because we bankrolled your casino—don’t let me remind you again. You didn’t do any of this out of the kindness of your own heart. You did this because you were obligated to pay up to your Don. The Molinari family is the one to thank here, not you. Now, I’m here for business, so sit with me and talk to me man to man.”

Fuming from being called out, Moe immediately sits back down but not before pointing an accusing finger at Michael. “Yeah, business. Let’s talk business then, Mike. First of all, there’s no business to be done here and not with you or the rest of your family either. You’re all done! What kind of muscle do you think you have to be making threats to someone like me, huh? And what? The Godfather’s old now—retired—and he gave a college sophomore the reigns of the mighty Corleone family? Then you got the Tattaglia’s and Barzini’s all over your ass. You know they could chase you out of New York if they wanted to in one night, so who the hell do you think you are coming in here and talking about business? I can make a deal with the Ferrari’s and they’ll still let me keep my hotel!”

Lighting his cigarette, Michael smokes calmly—not the least bit bothered by Moe’s yelling or antics. “So you got that off of your chest at last.” Michael disregards Moe’s outburst entirely. “The Ferraris won’t give you anything.”

“Uh, Moe.” Fredo lightly nudges Moe, frowning at him. “Mike’s married to Don Ferrari’s daughter now, don’t you know?”

Moe blinks, utterly stunned. Any hope or dream of having the Ferraris buy his hotel crumbles to pieces in his own mind.

Moe turns back to look at Michael in shock as Michael continues to speak. “I didn’t just come here for business, Moe. I came here for answers. You can give me your first one by telling me why you slapped my brother around in public.”

Silence falls in the room as all eyes are over Michael and Moe. The bold, cocky look on Moe’s face drains out of his expression as he exchanges a glance with Fredo.

“Ah, no!” Fredo protests immediately, “that was nothin’, Mike! Moe didn’t mean it like that. You know him, he’s a good friend of mine but a wild card going off once in a while. The point is, Moe didn’t mean any harm by it, right Moe?”

Moe shakes his head, trying to mediate the situation against him. “Listen, I run this place, I own it. I got an establishment to run. My name is all over the papers—I had to straighten Freddie out for that.”

Michael’s cold stare digs into Moe’s eyes, refusing to believe his excuses. “You straightened my brother out?”

“Your brother—” Moe scoffs, “are you aware of what your brother was doing since he got here? To my establishment? He was banging cocktail waitresses two at a time! There isn’t one goddamn girl working here who hasn’t been under your brother, are you kidding me? Patrons can’t drink with the girl they want, and players can’t get a table. I had to curb all that and take all the blame. What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Wrong answer,” Michael replies coldly.

“Wrong—” Moe begins but is cut off.

“None of that concerns me,” Michael tells him. “I’m here on business and leave for New York tomorrow.”

For a split second, Moe and Michael maintain eye contact and a sliver of hope tells Moe inside that Michael will reconsider his demands.

Michael points back at Moe with his cigarette, “start thinking about a price.” With that, Michael gets up to go sit with Tom and Johnny, ignoring everything else around him.

“You son of a bitch!” Moe grits his teeth, practically jumping out of his seat and spilling champagne over the dining table. “Do you even know who I am?! I’m Moe Greene! I made Vegas what it is! Everything you sleep on, dine on, walk on is mine here, you hear me? While you were out sleeping with cheerleaders, I made my bones in this business. What the hell do you know about business?”

“Wait, hold on, hold on!” Fredo holds his hands up, attempting to calm everyone down. “Wait a minute, Moe. Tom, Tom—” Fredo turns around, “Tom, Michael’s married to Victoria now so she could get Don Ferrari to—”

“Now just wait a minute.” Tom holds up his hand, shaking his head in refusal. “This doesn’t concern the Ferrari family. If you have anything you need to say, then you can say it to Michael and Michael alone.”

“Asshole,” Moe mutters through gritted teeth, storming out of the room without a second thought with his men.

“Mike, come on!” Fredo whines, throwing his hands up in the air. “You can’t talk to a Moe Greene like that—you’re in his world now!”

“Fredo,” Michael blows out a huff of smoke underneath him, staring up at his brother with eyes heavy in disappointment. “You’re my older brother and I love you. You’re a Corleone. Know who you stand with—your family, not those against it. Do you understand me? Never do that again. Ever.”

In truth, it isn’t Moe’s outburst or blatant disrespect towards Michael and the Corleone family that’s officially made him an enemy, but the fact he refuses to sell or even give Michael a price.

None of it means anything to Michael personally—just a business formality. Michael’s never had any issue with taking what he wants, whether it’s his to or not.

Tom, Neri, Rocco, and even Johnny were practically envisioning Moe’s funeral service after hearing that conversation at the dining table, but Fredo still remains hopeful for good relations between Moe and the family deep down.

‘There’s no such thing as negotiating twice. This isn’t personal, this is business.’ Michael thinks to himself.

Michael left for New York the following morning with Fredo who wouldn’t be coming back to Las Vegas anytime soon, especially without Michael’s express permission.

Las Vegas was officially done with Fredo even if Fredo wasn’t personally done with Las Vegas, and that also spelled the end for future scandals, meaning headlines for Luciana’s reports also ceased to exist.

Fredo’s daily habits and personality alone were the bread and butter of the promiscuity and drama coming from Moe Greene’s establishment, but just because Fredo’s career came to an end in Las Vegas didn’t mean Luciana’s reporting career had to.

Luciana couldn’t continue to report on Fredo or anyone in the Corleone family even if she wanted to. Although Luciana knew the Corleones were a crime family, they were also spotless and clean in terms of information or gossip—something that couldn’t be said for other crime families Luciana was eager to report on next.

[ Present Day, 1956: Lake Tahoe Private Residence ]

The scent of lavender, vanilla, faint citrus, and cinnamon surrounds Michael and you in the bathtub through both the hot water and bubbly foam so thick that it covers you and Michael’s skin in little piles.

Another intimate moment the two of you adore spending with one another after a hot shower, both sexual and romantic tension alike spikes up all the more as you press your chest against Michael’s in the tub—sitting on his lap under the hot water.

The bathroom itself spells out other erotic memories you blissfully recall, such as how many times Michael’s made love to you in a steamy, hot shower against the bathroom wall or how eager you were to ride his cock in reverse cowgirl position when enjoying a bubble bath.

Michael’s dark, silky hair is soaked and messily slicked back and away from his face as you straddle him, surrounded by piles of bubbles in the tub.

The scent of the bath salts, oil, and soaps mixed in the hot bath water paint a relaxing scene shared together as Michael keeps his arms wrapped around your lower waist while you keep yours on his shoulders.

Your supple lips collide softly with Michael’s, kissing him slowly and passionately—enjoying every moment of it with both of your eyes closed.

Mutual passion is shared through the kiss, deepening it with a hungry need for one another but desiring to be gentle and patient within the affection at the same time.

Getting lost in the kiss and never having wanted to have a little moment such as this to last forever before, you give into Michael’s love and adoration towards you just as he does the same for you.

Lathered in soapy water, you press your wet breasts against Michael’s chest—feeling his soaked chest hair brush up against your skin as only the sound of gentle kissing fills the bathroom.

Continuing to kiss, you let out a soft moan in Michael’s mouth as bath water sloshes around you two. “Mm…” You slowly pull back, breaking away from the kiss before resting your forehead against your husband.

Michael steals a peck from your lips, moving aside your soaked hair. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you even more.” Blushing, you cup Michael’s cheeks—still able to pick up on the scent of fresh aftershave. “And if it was up to me… I’d want to be in moments like this forever.”

“You know I feel the same.” Michael caresses your cheek with the back of his hand, relaxing his back against the tub. “Ideal relaxation with my wife.”

“Don’t want to think of anything but you.” You whisper against Michael’s lips before planting a loving kiss on his cheek.

“You or me?” Michael speaks to you in a soothing, soft voice, turning his head to kiss your hands on his shoulders. “It’s not going to be easy.”

“Is it ever?” You frown.

Michael lets out a quiet sigh. “Believe me, I’m hoping for all the more time to relax once again after we return home—we’ll need it, but the longer we let that—” Michael pauses for a split second, his expression visibly disgusted as he continues, “establishment linger, the more issues our family will face in the future. If it was up to me,” Michael’s eyes flicker back to yours, “it wouldn’t have existed in the first place.”

“Mm, it looks like Fredo left us more than just his legacy.” You agree as Michael embraces your body against his, closing off any space between the two of you.

“I don’t want you worrying too much about it, alright?” Michael tells you. “The brothels will shut down—all of them. My men and I will handle it completely. The rest doesn’t concern me too much.”

“I know, baby.” You nod back, “I can understand that.”

“I want you with me for support always.” Michael takes your hands in his, holding them under the hot, soapy bath water. “If I can take you, I will anywhere.”

“Right,” you giggle back, feeling a rush of butterflies in the pit of your stomach. “I’m always here for you, baby. For support, for anything. I’m here with you all the way.”

“I know, darling.” Michael gives you a small smile, “and I’m deeply grateful for it. I always have been.”

“But…” You purse your lips, trying not to laugh. “Does Sonny have to come with us for all of this?”

A grin breaks out over your face as soon as you finish your sentence, but it reflects back to Michael well who bursts into laughter with you.

The sound of Michael’s velvety voice laughing makes your heart skip a beat as you rarely get to hear it—appreciating everything from the way Michael’s smile forms over his lips to the rest of his amused reaction.

“Yes, unfortunately.” Michael chuckles quietly before his smile fades again. “As the underboss of the family, he also has no choice.”

“Okay,” you laugh, squeezing Michael’s hands. “I can live with that.”

Michael gazes back at you, admiring your smile before his tone of voice shifts into seriousness. “How do you feel about all of this, though?”

You bite down on the corner of your lip, pondering the question for a moment. “I think I’m honestly indifferent to it. There were sides of Fredo I guess I didn’t know as well as I thought.”

“He didn’t exactly give you a fair chance in the beginning either.” Michael points out.

“Mhmm.” You nod, still saddened by the memories of how rejected you felt as a sister-in-law to Fredo when all you wanted to do was get closer and bond with your new family.

“Do you miss him?” Michael asks you.

“I do.” You answer truthfully, “in the sense that he was my brother-in-law and we pushed through differences even though as you said… I don’t know why Fredo was so against accepting me as his sister-in-law in the beginning but even then, I saw him as a lost soul. Even in the places, he fit in best, he still caused trouble.”

You for one have also been reading Luciana’s headlines in the Daily Mail in the earlier years, trying to avoid doing so as much as possible to avoid feeling secondhand embarrassment.

“But after everything?” You look into Michael’s eyes, frowning. “It’s hard to truly miss someone who caused so much pain and had the potential to cause so much more.”

“I see.” Michael’s pleased by your response, knowing personally he doesn’t miss Fredo in the least bit, to begin with.

You ignore the lingering realization that Fredo was essentially the reason why your mother lost her life on the night you and Michael would be assassinated, refusing to bring it up now.

Michael expects you to say something more—even about your mother, but sees you remain quiet. He tilts his head back against the bathtub but is quick to be pleasantly surprised as you waste no time in leaning over to plant a trail of hot kisses up Michael’s exposed neck.

You hear a soft groan escape Michael’s lips as instant arousal crosses over your mind above everything else—insistent that nothing’s going to ruin this intimate moment with your husband.

Your eyes flutter shut as you gently press one hand over Michael’s shoulder, continuing to kiss up his neck and savor every minute your lips make contact with Michael’s wet skin.

Utterly infatuated with Michael and Michael alone, you’ve nothing else to think or worry about at this moment other than teasing, pleasing, and showering your husband in affection just as he does to you.

‘I want to get lost in you all the time…’ With Michael leaning back against the bathtub, you continue kissing over his neck and down to his collarbones—purposefully deepening the kisses and leaving them wet.

Michael’s hands roam up from the foam in the bathwater over your breasts, gently fondling them as your kisses continue moving up to his jawline.

As soon as you get close enough to Michael’s lips again, he catches your lips over his and kisses you back roughly as the two of you give into one another yet again.

Despite being able to push back any bitter memories or even think about the assassination attempt on you and Michael’s lives in moments shared like this, Fredo’s legacy truly hasn’t left the Corleone family just yet.

Fredo died two years ago, only leaving you, Michael, Sonny, and Tom to know the truth of his death with no intentions of ever letting anyone else know.

Continuing to let Fredo’s brothels remain open will only provide infamy to the Corleone family name that Michael isn’t the least bit interested in upholding.

Only the Tattaglias openly meddle with brothels and prostitution as the other crime families consider it to be a messy business, not a profitable one, and of course, family morals get in the way regardless of how illegal or legal any kind of business may be.

Your family personally didn’t care to get into prostitution, continuing the “family business” with other affairs but it’s strictly a morality issue for the Corleone family, especially since Vito’s time as Don.

The past few weeks have only been talk in Michael’s office about severing off the last legacies and ties of Fredo’s life on the family for good—letting Fredo’s brothels, the only successful businesses he ever ran, become a thing of the past.

Instead of going to each and every individual brothel around Nevada, Michael and you’ve decided to make the trip down to Las Vegas to the first brothel Fredo opened and managed—also not surprisingly the biggest one that produced the worst scandals.

Other than Sonny accompanying you and Michael on the trip as underboss of the family, your private bodyguard Ritchie will also attend and so will Al Neri to ensure all the necessary negotiations and business run smoothly.

You don’t lie to Michael when you tell him you’re indifferent about all of this; you have no experience and thus no opinion on brothels or anyone who uses or works at them.

At the same time, you’re not surprised Fredo opened and managed so many other brothels, but you can’t pull yourself to personally care about it either.

As a mafia wife, you support your Don—your husband—and you get done everything that needs to be done per his word as his support, his partner in crime and in life.

Despite taking the private jet solely to see and negotiate ending business with Fredo’s brothels and the trusted management he left behind, there’s no resentment, anger, or bitterness that lingers over you and Michael.

Since your little moment of intimacy with Michael in a bubble bath, neither of you has spoken a word about the trip to Las Vegas, how it’ll go or what to expect as there’s nothing else left to say.

There’ll be plenty of time for all kinds of talk and negotiations once you three arrive in Las Vegas, ones that you and Michael can’t say you’re both too excited for.

Surprisingly enough, Sonny isn’t bringing up any conversation about the brothels or Fredo either, knowing he has plenty to expect once the private jet lands, but Sonny also notices how you and Michael are the last people on Earth who’d want to make conversation about brothels.

Knowing the short flight will whizz by in no time, you relax by curling up in your seat with a mink thrown over you—all cozy and comfortable while flipping through a magazine and sipping a glass of lemonade.

Michael sits next to you on the leather couch seat, sipping a steaming cup of cappuccino and overviewing a legal document about the brothel in his hand.

Just from the corner of your eye, you can tell through Michael’s body language that he’s genuinely relaxed and comfortable—something Michael always intends on making sure remains to be true to you throughout the entirety of your marriage, always.

Not many can read any expression or body language from Michael as many are too intimidated to do so in the first place as well, and you were no exception either when you two first married.

Throughout your first year of marriage to Michael, you learned so much more about your husband at a steady pace, growing with him, changing with him, and the same can be said vice versa.

Connie herself easily grows frustrated at what she sees as a lack of expression or caring from her brother and many difficult interactions leading to falling outs and arguments with insults such as “stone-cold, cruel bastard” and “gargoyle” being the most recent one because of Michael’s lack of reaction to much of anything at all.

In truth, many outside eyes and even some of Michael’s colleagues and business partners who will never have a chance to understand or know Michael on any personal scale also assume Michael treats you and his children harshly, with discipline and remains distant too, just like how he handles his business affairs.

Neither you nor Michael are interested in convincing strangers or even your own in-laws as to how caring, thoughtful and loving Michael is to you and the children in reality as a husband and a father.

You glance up from your magazine to gaze at Michael momentarily—instantly blushing at the way his plush lips wrap around the rim of his coffee cup as he takes another sip.

Everything from Michael’s neatly slicked back hair from the middle to the scent of his heavenly cologne lingering around the aircraft down to his three-piece navy suit has the butterflies within your gut in a frenzy and your heart racing in your chest already.

Your brief moment of admiration towards your husband is interrupted when you hear the sound of Sonny chuckling to himself.

Looking over at your brother-in-law, Michael does not, but says, “something humor you, Santino?”

“We’re about to land.” Sonny gestures out the private jet window, “and I mean, I think it’s just hitting me now that we’re going to a brothel, and Fredo’s too. Ah, too bad I didn’t visit before but I guess that brother of mine wasn’t entirely useless.”

“If only Sandra could hear you now,” you roll your eyes, returning your attention back to your magazine.

“She may have sent me off to many brothels before, but you wouldn’t know that.” Sonny laughs, taking your comment as a joke. “I mean the most entertaining part about all of this is you, Mike. It’s not even me.”

“Me?” Michael stares back at his brother, unamused and you look back at him again in confusion.

“Yeah,” Sonny snorts, “has anyone ever even dreamed of Michael Corleone walking into a brothel before? Except this time, it’s kinda unavoidable, huh?” Sonny smirks, making momentarily eye contact with you.

A tinge of jealousy and anxiety spikes up inside of you, but you’re quick to brush it aside as you see Michael roll his eyes.

‘Oh come on, stop.’ You mentally scold yourself, knowing you have no true reason to be jealous—right?

If Michael ever had any interest in prostitutes and brothels, the truth would come out one way or another.

Of course, you’d never stand for such a “past-time” now, in the past or ever but Michael’s never made you feel like “the other woman” nor ever given you any reason whatsoever to be suspicious of him too.

You’ve thought to yourself before that surely there must have been some sort of opportunity as life always provides it one way or another, but the only woman Michael will ever take to bed let alone lay a hand on purposefully is and always will be you.

“Only because Fredo owned it, managed it, and built it from the ground up—if you need a reminder,” Michael tells Sonny. “Other than that, it’s the same as any other brothel; filthy, depraved, and disgusting. I’m not visiting out of personal interest, this is solely business for me even if it’s pleasure for you.”

“Alright, alright.” Sonny rolls his eyes, no longer in a joking mood. “Take it easy, I was joking. Why do you have to take everything so seriously and be a hardass all the damn time anyway?”

Michael continues to stare at Sonny until Sonny looks away, shaking his head and remaining quiet.

You blush, suddenly noticing Michael placing a hand on your thigh. As you look up, you smile back at your husband—a universal signal that you’re fine and doing well, but also a protective, loving touch over you as the private jet begins to prepare for landing.

Fredo’s brothel is nothing either you or Michael would have ever expected, walking into some sort of erotic, velvet, and dark-colored wonderland instead of the brothels you’d known of back in New York.

Fredo appears to have combined the elements of a private nightclub with everything a brothel needs and can want with hidden entrances, establishing the brothel as a private business reserved for special guests who wish to hide their identities.

Michael and you step into the brothel from the private entrance—the same door Fredo and his men always entered through, where Tom came in to blackmail Senator Geary, and of course, Senator Geary and other corrupt politicians would go knowing there’s no chance they’d ever be seen.

As you, Sonny Michael enters the dimly lit brothel with Ritchie, Rocco, and Neri following closely, you already come to notice the wallpaper in the hallway is custom-made and would have cost a fortune, let alone the dozens of rooms and corners leading to other places of the brothel like a maze.

The brothel is much bigger, more spacious, and more private than you expected and the air is filled with a sanitized scent with several mixes of various women’s perfumes.

Rocco leads the rest of you through the brothel as Michael refuses to even come close to appearing as if he owns the place or is coming in the first place as a personal choice.

The private entrance you’ve all come through also guarantees nobody who shouldn’t be there will be around, including women and others employed here—appropriate enough for you.

Michael and you come to finally approach the grand room business have always been concluded, but Fredo’s men left managing the place know a brothel is a brothel and everything they have to offer will be showcased to change Michael’s mind over this lucrative business.

From the various kinds of alcohol at the bar in the back to the women strip dancing and being available for hire to even the smell and cleanliness of the environment, Fredo’s managers want to negotiate to keep the brothel and hope Michael may be convinced to agree.

Just as you enter the room, a “show” is ongoing to greet all of you—reminding Michael of how Fredo greeted him in Las Vegas when he was under the mentorship of Moe Greene, just as depraved and pathetic.

Your eyes widen in sudden surprise to see a stage up ahead with a woman sensually grinding and dancing up against a metal pole—completely naked with only a sequin-decorated tiara over her strawberry blonde hair and a pair of stilettos.

The sight of Rita is directly in front of Michael, but you remain frozen in your place as you get a glimpse of the woman’s face, feeling an immense surge of shock and bitterness rush through you. ‘Rita Duvall.’

Working up the pole as best as she can, Rita makes split-second eye contact with Michael and smirks—ignoring you on purpose.

“Welcome, Don Corleone.” One of Fredo’s men chuckles, greeting you three.

“Enjoy the show?” The other asks, smoking a cigar but quick to notice you by Michael’s side and immediately clear his throat, snapping his finger to signal something to Rita.

“Fuck,” Sonny mouths, instantly aroused by the sight of Rita and focused on nothing else.

“Alright, honey, time to call it a night.” The businessman smoking a cigar says, gesturing for Rita to get off the stage. “Thanks, baby.”

“Mhmm, alright. Don’t miss me too much.” Rita hops off the stage, taking as long as she possibly can to do so as you and Michael take a seat at your reserved, private table.

What didn’t escape your eye despite your glowering gaze towards Rita in that brief moment was the fact that you also saw how Michael only looked Rita in the eye for just a second before taking his seat—nowhere else, despite her being completely naked.

The rest of your environment in the brothel is a blur to you as you sit next to Michael and watch him shake hands with the businessmen.

‘That cheap fucking whore—completely naked in front of Michael of all people.’ Your blood boils from the sight of Rita alone, knowing you should have expected her to take up employment here from her personal relationship with Fredo.

‘I know this is all done deliberately. This is personal.’ Possibly now if you ever got close enough to Rita, you may just be inclined to tear her to shreds—none of this can ever be considered a coincidence to you now.

Every grudge and a bit of resentment Rita has towards you is personal from you blacklisting her for trying to touch and serenade Michael in front of your family but the hatred you have towards this parasite of a woman unable to stay away from both sides of your family triples hellishly from today onward.

‘The little bitch…’ Your nerves are on edge from seeing Rita flaunt everything she has to offer for a mere crumb of attention when you practically forgot about her existence so much so that you don’t even notice Sonny staring at Rita’s tits, mouthing something to her.

Your eyes find Michael’s, instantly feeling your frustration soothing and blush hitting your cheeks again—now understanding exactly what Michael meant back on the private jet when he described the brothel as “depraved”.

From the split second Michael looked into Rita’s eyes to process what was happening before him, he only felt disgusted although he wasn’t surprised at the “show” being offered to greet you all, right up until Fredo’s men realized Michael came with his wife.

Michael’s intention isn’t to negotiate now, it’s to end things without a second thought, doubt, or hesitation.

The brothels will all be closed permanently with nothing that will ever change Michael’s mind, but it’s all easier said and done. Until the official legal paperwork is done and the buildings are cleared and ready to be renovated or even demolished, you’ll be here for a while longer than you’d like—some time you’ll use to see Miss Rita Duvall to put her in her place yourself.

The business talks for tonight are meant to last over three hours to discuss everything in detail from the funding to the licensing of the brothel under Fredo’s name. Several types of documents and folders continue to be brought over, only prompting more talks.

You listen carefully, offering your input and supporting Michael throughout it; long talks and documents are the bread and butter of your own career too, after all.

Sonny whose always been physical when it comes to business, not meant for long negotiations—quickly growing bored, looking around and sighing to himself every now and then.

At a brothel out of all places, Sonny’s in no mood for business and doesn’t even understand how the two of you can handle or care about insufferable amounts of documents like this on a regular basis either.

After an hour and a half of business talks, you all decide to take a fifteen-minute break in which Sonny practically bolts out of his seat from boredom.

“Finally,” Sonny huffs to himself, straightening out his suit jacket.

Michael glances up at his brother, taking a cigarette out of his pack. “If this bores you as much as you show it, Santino, don’t waste your time here with us.”

Sonny scoffs, smirking at Michael wryly. “Couldn’t have said it better myself, huh?” He gives you and Michael’s shoulders a pat. “I’ll be around, so don’t miss me too much but since this beautiful place is getting shut and what—you said demolished maybe? I may as well enjoy the luxuries these lovely ladies have to offer.”

You roll your eyes, sipping your glass of water as Sonny heads out of the room with anticipation in every step.

“How are you feeling, darling?” Michael turns to you, placing his hand over yours on the table.

“Fine, just fine, honey.” You answer back with a smile. “Not bored out of my mind, which is more than Sonny can say.”

“Forget Santino.” Annoyance crosses over Michael’s expression. “It’s not his first time here.”

“No?” You raise a brow, not exactly too surprised.

“Definitely not,” Michael confirms, lighting the cigarette in the corner of his mouth. “He and Fredo spent quite enough personal time here when they could.” Michael takes a long first puff of his cigarette, “where else would Santino be when he came to Vegas?”

“Oh, how great.” You say back sarcastically.

“He knows everyone here.” Michael doesn’t seem the least bit pleased about it either. “Especially the women employed here.”

‘Not that it looked as if he and Rita just met for the first time.’ You recall Sonny mouthing dirty talk back and forth to Rita across the room before she left.

“That would explain his little flirting.” You shake your head, setting your glass of water down.

“With who?” Michael raises a brow, blowing out his cigarette smoke away from your direction.

“Who do you think?” You look expectantly at Michael.

“Are you surprised?” Michael’s completely unphased by Rita Duvall’s presence. “Of course, she works here.”

“Small world.” You comment back, relaxing in your seat. “But no, it’s not a surprise to me. Not here.”

“Neither am I.” Michael flicks off the ashes on the tip of his cigarette into an ashtray.

‘And he didn’t even look at her…’ Blushing, your eyes fall to Michael’s hand—his thumb caressing over the back of your hand.

“Do I need to even guess what happens next?” You refer to Sonny going to fool around with as many women as he can—Rita included.

“Not at all,” Michael answers plainly, thinking the same. “Nor does it concern me as long as he keeps his activities away from me. This place will cease to exist soon enough and that’ll be the end of our troubles tied up in here.”

Sonny had a taste of Rita and knew her long before you ever learned who she was, but what Sonny isn’t aware of is that the two of you can’t stand each other and hate one another.

To Sonny, he sees Rita as what she is; a dancer, singer, actress, and prostate—loving all she has to offer him time and time again.

Sonny can’t count how many times he’s come to watch Rita strip down on the pole or give him a private show, let alone how often they’ve had sex whenever Sonny came to visit Vegas.

Rita’s never done anything new to Sonny she hasn’t done to her other clients but she’s developed a taste for Corleone and Ferrari men solely out of spite for you, insistent on seeing some sort of reaction that she can get under your skin like a splinter.

After having a taste of Fredo and Sonny, what’s the harm in having another one of the Corleone men for Rita?

Although today of all days Rita is just supposed to be performing her dances and stripping due to her ovulating, naturally Rita takes caution o use condoms while tracking her cycle but everything changed when Sonny called her days ago with news he’d be in Vegas with you and Michael.

Today is personal for Rita who teasingly pulls on Sonny’s tie, just outside the hallway next to her private room. “I was wondering when you’d come out with all that company you came with.”

“And I didn’t know you missed me that badly.” Sonny chuckles, placing his hands over Rita’s ass and pulling her close to his body. “Slow day at work?”

“Please,” Rita smirks, rubbing Sonny’s shoulders tenderly. “I was waiting for you and only you.”

“Oh yeah?” Sonny leans in, kissing up Rita’s neck sloppily as he squeezes her ass harshly. “I won’t keep you waitin’ any longer, sweetheart. Get in the room.”

As business concludes, it’s officially decided that all of Fredo’s owned brothels will be closed in two weeks’ time from today with the news out to the employees given out tomorrow morning.

Instead of demolishing the buildings, Michael’s decided to rent out the space as a building with all of the funds going solely to the Corleone family without any shares.

Business coming to an end means one thing and one thing alone for you—being able to spend the rest of the evening relaxing with Michael at your hotel a mile away from the brothel.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so relieved before.” A small, amused smile lingers over Michael’s lips as he unlocks the suite door, pushing it open.

“Did I make it that obvious?” You giggle, stepping inside only to freeze in your tracks again. “Oh, Michael!”

“VIP suite.” Michael wraps an arm around your waist, letting the door shut behind him. “Unlimited room service, mhmm—” Michael pecks a kiss from your lips, “it makes the trip here bearable, doesn’t it?”

You smooch Michael back, bursting out in laughter and nodding. “It very much does, but I didn’t expect all of this.”

“You deserve the best, darling. Get used to it.” Michael gives your ass a gentle smack, ensuring to lock the door behind him. “And you also deserve some rest. Have you noticed how tense you are?”

“Am I?” You pout, blushing to feel Michael’s firm hands rubbing gently over your shoulders. “Maybe I shouldn’t have given it away so easily.”

“Trust me, you didn’t.” Michael laces a hand with you, helping you keep your balance as you take your stilettos off. “But I know my wife like the back of my hand.”

“Mm, is that so?” You squeeze Michael’s hand, leading him further into the massive, luxurious suite. “Help me get undressed in that case?”

“Gladly.” Michael runs his hands down from your back to the zipper of your little black dress, slowly unzipping it. “I want you to try and at least get some rest tonight baby, alright? We can call room service for anything you’d like.”

“I appreciate it, baby, I really do.” You smile back at Michael, slipping off your dress with ease.

Michael’s eyes flicker up and down from your lacy black bra and matching panties—his hands still over your waist. “And try not to tempt me so much before the end of the night.”

“No promises.” You smirk, stealing a kiss from his lips.

“I’ll be in the shower.” Michael chuckles, pulling you closer to his body by your hips.

“But afterward I can have anything I want?” You place your hands over Michael’s shoulders, peeking up at him with adoration.

“Anything.” Michael hooks his finger into the fabric of your panties, letting it snap back against your skin. “That’s a promise.”

“Mm, okay.” You giggle quietly, pulling back and moving towards the king-sized bed. “Take your time, I’m a patient woman.”

“You told me otherwise last night, didn’t you?” Michael begins to loosen his tie.

“I was…” You hold back your laughter, moving towards your suitcase placed near the dresser. “A different woman last night, let’s say.”

“Eager to disprove it again later tonight.” Michael chuckles, shaking his head and beginning to undress.

Laughing softly to yourself, you pull out your silky nightrobe from your suitcase, shrugging it on. “How does champagne sound after your shower, baby?”

“Perfect, if they can make it a cocktail.” Michael begins to unbutton his dress shirt.

“Mhmm.” You rest your hand over the telephone, gazing back at Michael. “But first, I think I’ll enjoy the show here…”

From Michael’s Adam’s apple to his broad shoulders, muscles in his arms and back that his dress shirt hug around leading down to his trail of chest hair, and even to the way Michael’s slender fingers unbuckle his leather belt off is nothing short of an erotic sight to you.

Your eyes wander over Michael hungrily as you lay in bed, watching him undress right in front of you.

‘Fuck, he’s so perfect.’ You force yourself not to bite down on your lip as Michael pulls his dress pants down with his briefs.

“Victoria,” Michael glances up at you, standing completely naked. “I can see you practically squirming.”

“Maybe I’m just eager to leave an imprint in this bed.” You joke back teasingly, gesturing with your finger for him to approach.

“No negotiation when it comes to that.” Michael leans over, kissing you deeply over the mouth.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” You breathe hotly against Michael’s lips. “Now you have something to think about taking that hot shower.”

“Don’t tease me, sweetheart.” Michael tilts your chin up abruptly, “I’ll take you here, against the wall—every corner of this place if I want to.”

Blushing furiously, your eyes dart from Michael’s fully erect cock in front of you before looking back at him. “You’re more than welcome to.”

“I’ll be back to prove that.” Michael pecks another kiss over your lips, leaning back up and grabbing the bathrobe hung by the bathroom door before heading inside.

The only debate you have on your mind now while Michael showers are whether you’ll be able to resist touching yourself in the meanwhile.

Grinning to yourself, you relax against the soft layers of blankets over the bed, fixing your nightgown over your bra as you hear the shower begin to run.

You turn on the television across from you, just about to snuggle up and get cozy enough until Michael returns when you hear a pair of familiar heavy footsteps faintly coming from down the hallway, only able to belong to one person.

‘Santino.’ You instantly feel annoyance cross over you knowing while you and Michael handled business all day, Sonny was fucking around as if the only reason why you two brought him to Vegas was to enjoy whatever the brothel had to offer one last time.

You sit up in bed, quick to get off and put on your slippers before quietly unlocking the suite door and stepping out into the hotel hallway.

Sonny’s suite is directly next to yours and just as you stand outside the door with your arms crossed, Sonny looks up to notice you as he was just about to approach his suite with his key—the other hand adjusting his loosened belt.

“Hey, Vic.” Sonny looks up at you, somewhat surprised to see you.

‘For the love of God.’ You notice Sonny attempting to buckle up his belt with one hand.

“What?” A playful grin spreads over Sonny’s face as he notices your disappointed disposition.

“Have you been drinking?” You ask, picking up on the extra-friendly behavior from Sonny.

“No?” Sonny furrows his brows at you. “I’m a one-drink kind of guy, you know? C’mon Vic, you know I behave when I’m in Vegas.”

“Right.” You narrow your eyes, walking up to Sonny. “So where have you been all day exactly?”

“At the brothel with you guys, obviously.” Sonny chuckles. “You want details or something?”

“Were you with Rita Duvall?” You ask, feeling your irritation beginning to double.

“Depends what you mean when you say with…” Sonny adjusts his crooked tie, “but yeah. You know her or somethin’?”

“Not important.” You brush off his question. “Do I even have to ask what you two did, Sonny?”

“Did Sandra put you up to this shit?” Sonny rolls his eyes, groaning. “C’mon, I’m tired. I don’t want a damn interrogation—”

“No, she didn’t, Sonny.” You clarify, pointing at yourself. “I’m just asking for myself. You were gone for two hours.”

“Yeah? Well, baby, I last longer in bed, what can I say?” Sonny smirks wryly. “And Rita’s my favorite.”

“Your… favorite.” You cringe out of disgust, hoping to keep your dinner down. “You should be ashamed of yourself.”

“What?” Sonny stares at you, the playful attitude draining out of him.

“You’re a deadbeat husband,” you glare at Sonny, noticing the shock in his eyes from the way you talk to him. “And don’t give me any of that ‘Sandra lets me’ bullshit as if Sandra’s word ever had any weight on your heart from the day you married her. You’d just go and do it anyway, right? Nothing stops Santino Corleone. It’s definitely not a decision influenced by a drink, your family won’t stop you and you don’t have any morals from what I can tell.”

“Vic, come on.” Sonny scoffs, growing defensive. “The hell are you so mad for? You’re acting like I’m fuckin’ Sandra’s best friend or something. We were at a brothel.”

“But Rita Duvall of all people?” Your face twists with disgust, “I thought better of you, Sonny. The same whorish tactics she uses at every family event with that Italian band she paraded around with is the very reason why she’s employed there.”

“Doesn’t matter to me.” Sonny shrugs his shoulders carelessly. “Pussy is pussy, and since this place is gonna shut down soon, who am I not to get somethin’ out of it? You act like you don’t know me, Vic. Fredo and I—don’t you remember? You weren’t scolding either of us back then. We were always VIPs, our identities are hidden. You worried about a scandal or somethin’? ‘Cause, we’re fine. We’ve been at it for years.”

“Like that makes it better. You’re a disappointment for trying to justify that alone.” You snap back, “if you haven’t noticed because ‘pussy is pussy’, Sonny, Rita doesn’t like our family.”

“She likes me and that’s all that matters.” Sonny rolls his eyes. “I don’t even know her like that. We just fuck from time to time. Why do you even care so much?” Sonny’s signature shit-eating grin appears back over his lips. “Are you jealous or something?”

In one swift movement, you raise your hand and slap Sonny across the face as hard as you can, scowling at him from the comment.

Sonny winces, looking the other way and exhaling deeply as his cheek begins to redden. He presses his lips down together firmly, avoiding looking at you.

“Everything’s a one-night stand to you, isn’t it? You’re simply not able to see the bigger picture. Do better, Sonny. Your wife and children are counting on you for it.” Without a second glance, you turn back around and head into your suite—slamming the door behind you.

Sonny sighs softly, rubbing his stinging cheek—completely unexpecting how hard you’ve hit him.

Sonny rolls his tongue in his cheek, utterly humiliated but realizing that’s exactly what is for—humility before entering his hotel room quietly.

Ten minutes after you snuggle back up on the bed in front of the television—ignoring the stinging feeling in the palm of your hand—you no longer hear the shower water running as Michael begins to step out.

You peek back towards the ajar bathroom door as Michael squeezes out the excess water from the tips of his soaked silky hair—grabbing a bathrobe.

“Hi, darling.” Michael pulls open the bathroom door, stepping out while ruffling a smaller towel through his wet hair. “Everything alright?”

“Mm?” You blush, watching droplets of water drip down Michael’s lips and chin. “I had the pleasure of making sure Sonny wasn’t going to trip into someone else’s suite by accident.”

“Was he drunk?” Michael scoffs, drying off his face.

“Something like that,” you mumble, noticing Michael picking up his watch from the nightstand and checking for the time. “Do we have to be somewhere?”

“Not unless you want to join me in signing more paperwork.” Michael sighs softly, tousling his hair with the bath towel. “I won’t be too long, but I don’t want to drag you into that place at this hour either.”

“Fine by me.” You giggle, shrugging your shoulders. “I’ve got no love for the place. It’s okay, baby. I expected as much anyway. Not a chance our day could end so blissfully short.”

“For once, it should.” Michael begins to quickly dry off his body with the bathrobe and towel. “I won’t stay any longer than I need to, as I’m also not the one at fault for knowing in advance yet still being unable to produce a full set of documents.”

“Where’s Tom when you need him?” You joke, kneeling up on the bed and rubbing Michael’s shoulders through his bathrobe. “These things happen, but you’ll have me and a champagne cocktail to look forward to when you get back.”

“Mhmm, that’s right.” Michael pecks your lips sweetly. “Need anything else, darling?”

“Nothing else, baby.” You shake your head. “When do you think you’ll be back?”

“I want to say within an hour or so,” Michael tells you. “They can’t possibly drag this out any longer.”

“For sure, baby.” You smooch Michael’s cheek, smiling at him. “I’ll see you soon then.”

“I love you,” Michael caresses your face with a faint smile over his lips before he pulls back to quickly get dressed.

“I love you more.” Your cheeks grow hot with blush as you lean over to the nightstand by your side of the bed, picking up the several paged pamphlet on what room service is offered to VIP suites.

You purposefully keep yourself occupied with the pamphlet, although your eyes only skim over the words without caring to actually read them or consider them.

“Bye, baby,” you blow a kiss back to Michael once he’s fully dressed and out of the hotel room in less than ten minutes.

“I’ll be back soon, sweetheart.”

You know drinks and room service will have to wait, but your little talk you’ve been anticipating having with Rita won’t—regardless of whether Michael’s going to be at the brothel at this point.

You how to be inconspicuous and unseen when you want to be, and you’ve made up your mind the moment you walked into that brothel room, let alone greeting Sonny and learning about his long history of having fuck sessions with Rita.

You’re quick to pull on a pencil skirt, a matching soft blouse and a beige, wool double-breasted trench coat over you against the evening air before you quietly exit the suite—taking the stairs from the back entrance rather than the elevator.

You take your time walking out of the hotel instead of relying on quick movements or anything that may draw attention, especially considering security around the lobby and hallways.

Michael’s already gotten to the brothel before you through the private entrance but you take the service entrance without a care for who sees you or recognizes you.

As you walk through the quiet service entrance, you see a naked woman up ahead wearing only sequin heart stickers over her nipples—sitting with one leg crossed over the other on a velvet loveseat while smoking a cigarette.

“Is Rita in?” You ask casually, walking forward into the brothel.

“Always.” The woman answers, blowing out smoke around her before gesturing to the last room down the hallway.

Taking the mystery woman’s word for it, you cautiously walk to the end of the hallway before you approach the door she pointed at reading “Rita D.” in gold handwriting on the front of the door.

You knock without any hesitation, hearing Rita’s muffled voice on the other side call out, “come in. Door’s open,” before you step inside.

Inside Rita’s private brothel room is nothing short of pure luxury with very similar velvet furnishings to yours back at Lake Tahoe.

The wallpaper in the room is burgundy with gold accents and the floor is purely black carpet. A heavy scent of powdery perfume lingers in every corner of the room in which there’s enough room for two comfortably on a heart-shaped bed with scarlet mesh drapes surrounding it.

You don’t even need to turn your head and properly look around to see just what the rest of the room has to offer as Rita sits across from you on a velvet stool by her vanity table, dressed in a mesh, flowy nightrobe with only a pair of bra and panties underneath.

On her vanity tables remains a few lipsticks in various shades of red from cherry-red to blood red, several perfume bottles, packs of condoms both opened and unopened and lubricant that is striking to the eye.

Just like the woman you spoke without in the hallway, Rita also sits with one bare leg crossed over the other, smoking a half-finished cigarette and gesturing to another velvet vanity stool next to her for you to sit.

You make eye contact with Rita, seeing her in a rather cheery mood; her strawberry blonde hair curled over her shoulder with an amused look over her expression as if you were late in coming to see her.

You let the door close behind you as Rita smirks at you, blowing out cigarette smoke in your direction. “Victoria Ferrari comes to visit me, hey? It must be my lucky day.”

“Corleone.” You correct, in no mood for games.

“Ooh, Corleone, of course.” Rita says mockingly, holding her hands up in surrender. “Why don’t you take a seat then, Mrs. Corleone? You came all this way to see me and I can’t imagine it was easy for someone like you.” Rita directly taunts you for your reputation and name coming into see a prostitute alone at this hour.

“You don’t intimidate me.” You reply back, sitting down on the empty velvet stool and facing Rita directly. “Even if you had cameras or Michael was right next to me, I’d still walk in here like I own the place because I do.”

“Mhmm, must be a nice boost to your ego.” Rita puts her cigarette back in the corner of her mouth, pulling open her vanity table’s drawer. “You came just on time too. There’s something I’ve been dying to show you that may…help.”

“Help?” You furrow your brows, watching Rita pull out a freshly developed, black-and-white photograph.

Giving you a smug smirk, Rita proudly holds up the photograph to your face as you force your expression to remain neutral despite seeing the image taken by Rita with Sonny’s dick penetrating halfway inside of her—the two having sex on the same heart-shaped bed in this room.

In the photograph, both Sonny and Rita’s faces are crystal clear and can’t be mistaken for anyone else—deliberately taken at such an angle by Rita.

“Is that supposed to impress me?” You stare back at Rita, deadpan.

“Mm, well I guess not if your brother already told you about me and how I’m his favorite.” Rita turns the photograph over to face her, kissing it gently so as not to leave a lipstick stain on Sonny’s face before she sets it back down on her vanity table.

Rita taps her manicured nails overtop of the glossy photograph, shrugging her shoulders. “He was here just a few hours ago too.”

“I’m aware.” You force your eyes back onto Rita.

“So you are.” Rita blows out another puff of smoke, putting out the shortened cigarette in a crystal ashtray on the vanity table. “Are you also aware the same happened with me and Fredo?”

“Starting a collection, Rita?” You roll your eyes. “You keep mistaking me for someone who cares.”

Rita sighs dramatically, placing both of her hands on her knees. “Let’s just say that the Corleone men are exactly my taste for now.”

“You had your last today.” Your tone of voice sharpens. “I hope you savored it.”

“Maybe I did.” Rita grins back towards the photograph.

“I have a souvenir of how well tonight went. Haven’t you ever tried it?”

“Tried what?” You stare at her in confusion.

“Sonny.” Rita offers.

“I’m married.” You emphasize back in disgust.

“So is he.” Rita extends out her arms, gesturing around. “So are most men who come in here, so that means absolutely nothing, honey, especially not in Vegas. So? Have you?”

“No.” You scowl. “It means something to me regardless of where I am. Michael is the only man for me.”

“Shame.” Rita rolls her eyes at you, bored by your response. “You’re missing out with that brother of his and so am I in some ways. You don’t share and I love sharing.”

“Then we’re not as alike as you think, aren’t we?” You narrow your eyes, growing irritated by Rita’s teasing small talk.

“Does it matter?” Rita chuckles quietly to herself. “I’ve been waiting for you to come to me woman to woman for a very long time, Victoria. I’m not even surprised to see you here, I was actually betting on it. I don’t think I’ve wanted anything this bad since I laid eyes on that husband of yours.”

You remain calm, knowing Rita’s purposefully trying to dig a reaction out of you. “You made that clear and you know what happened to you next.”

“That’s right. That’s why I knew you wouldn’t be able to keep yourself back from the very moment you came into this lovely little establishment.” Rita runs a hand through her curls. “You have a lot on your mind, I can tell just by looking at you. Now, I’ve never been able to get a taste of a Ferrari brother before but how many can say they got to sit down with the Victoria Corleone?”

“You know why I’m here.” You stare at Rita in disgust. “And you think you have some sort of idea why too, don’t you? Because all this is, is just some kind of game to you.”

“It’s very serious and personal, believe me.” Rita gives you an eerily smile, placing a hand over her stomach. “That’s why I wanted to tell you first—start off with some good news. I’m ovulating. I made sure of it myself.”

You stare down in shock at Rita’s stomach, continuing to listen to her go on. “And that brother-in-law of yours?” Rita taps her fingernails against the photograph with her free hand. “His seed is inside me, so?” Rita gently rubs over her stomach. “You know what happens next, don’t you?”

Your eyes lock with Rita’s as she bursts out laughing, shaking her head. “That brother-in-law of yours is so insistent. He hates using condoms and he loves giving creampies. I don’t mind it, I love it just as much, you know? It’s just what I wanted but oh no, who could have ever guessed beside me that I was ovulating? Last time I didn’t know.”

“Last time?” You mumble, stunned by the nauseating disgust you feel.

“With Fredo.” Rita gives her stomach a gentle pat. “But you didn’t know that, right? Well, neither did Fredo, sweetheart. Don’t beat yourself up about it. It was only a matter of time too.” Rita shrugs, “I had an abortion the very week I found out.”

“And I’m supposed to believe you?” You scoff. “It’s your word.”

“You want me to give you the surgeon’s card or something?” Rita frowns, rolling her eyes. “In case you have any need of his services too? I’m sure he can vouch for me.”

“You’re disgusting.” You spit back.

Rita gasps dramatically, pouting at you. “You think motherhood is disgusting? You’re a mother too. You have like what? Four kids? Five?”

“Don’t talk about my children.” You glower at Rita, “they weren’t random whim-of-the-moment decisions I made for petty acts of revenge. This is real life, Rita. It’s not a strip show game. Children aren’t toys or ways for you to hold leverage on people.”

“Maybe not yours, but mine will be.” Rita insists, raising her voice. “This time, I’m going to be the one who welcomes a little baby Corleone into this world. You can’t have all the glory to yourself, right? Mrs. I’m-Trying-to-be-the-Perfect-Wife-I-Birth-Babies-and-do-all-that-Boring-Stuff. Don’t you think this will make a hell of a headline?!”

“You let Santino impregnate you to make a headline?” You’re in a state of utter disbelief as to how low Rita’s gotten just for a shred of relevancy and attention. “You really are pathetic, aren’t you? Simply searching for your fifteen minutes of fame. Newsflash, sweetheart, but no news outlet wants to report on a common whore getting pregnant. Nobody cares about that.”

“Nobody cares until they find out this common whore was impregnated by Santino Corleone.” Rita grits her teeth. “You can check the headlines of Daily News when I’m done.”

“That’s all you care about?” You hold back your laughter, “Is your stupid little headline getting you some attention? Fame? What about Santino’s wife and kids? I don’t suppose you should add ‘selfish common whore’ to your headline considering you don’t care how it’ll hurt his wife and kids, won’t you?”

“Oh, well!” Rita exclaims, throwing her hands up in the air. “Sonny should have thought about that before he grew an obsession for fucking around with prostitutes, right? That sounds like Sonny’s personal problem. I don’t know his wife and kids and I don’t care. I simply do as I please.”

“You won’t anymore.” You force a fake, polite smile at Rita. “Your precious little whorehouse is getting shut down.”

“What?” Rita blinks, confused by your words. “What the hell are you going on about?”

“Why do you think Michael and I even came here in the first place? Just to talk to you?” You let out a laugh of frustration, “you’re not that worthwhile, let me remind you. Fredo’s been dead for the past two years and no longer owns this place. We’re here to collect. In less than two weeks' time, you’ll have no job, no clients, and no name to remember in this empty building rented to its new owners. Go and talk to your managers if you don’t believe me, but in case you want to take my word for it, I’ll just say all the papers are signed now and there’s no going back. Believe me, just because I can, I’m going to have this place demolished to the ground just to see the look on your face. Santino may not be able to keep his dick in his pants, but he’s not that fucking stupid and neither is my family. Please,” you gesture to Rita, “this little prank you’re planning? It’s over before it even started. You admitted to being a common whore. I’m sure one of the Tattaglias and Barzinis you love to cuddle up with every other day impregnated you. How else would we know? You fuck any mobster you can get your hands on just to feel like you’re important to them. Is that your way of pretending you’re me, Rita?”

Rita stares at you with dead eyes, fuming with anger but unable to find any words to defend herself or get back at you with—feeling completely powerless and defeated.

“You have this obsession with living the life of a mafia wife?” You point to your chest—your wedding band glistening from the chandelier lights above. “Does it give you power?” You lean in towards Rita on your seat, “does it make you feel good at that moment? I know types like you, Duvall, and even you don’t know whose seed is inside of you. Even if it was Santino’s child, not a damn person will ever believe that. Sonny won’t be paying a common whore a single cent nor will he claim that child even if it was the truth. Do you really think this little photograph in a newspaper is going to work? Please!” You burst out in laughter.

“THAT’S NOT ALL!” Rita shrieks, pointing an accusing finger at you. “You walk in here and tell me you own this place but you don’t fucking know anything about it! I don’t care who you sell, rent, or demolish it to. I’ve got enough proof to show that your husband walked into a brothel to begin with and since you not only want to ruin my career and life so badly now, I’ll just tell them Michael impregnated me instead!”

“And then what, honey?” You tilt your head to the side, speaking in a fake charming voice before your tone harshens yet again. “You’ll still lose, you dumb fucking whore. What part of that don’t you get? Please, do you think I want to ruin your life? What life? Who the hell are you, Rita Duvall? You’re a nobody. You’re an arm pillow. Everything you do is a cry for attention. Do you think I want to take the time out of my day and put in the active effort to ruin the life you don’t have? You ruined it yourself. Take accountability for your own actions for once. You don’t even know who I am, and I don’t acknowledge your existence enough to remotely care about ruining your so-called ‘life’.”

“You really don’t know how the media works, do you? Because you always think you can fucking pay it off?” Rita practically begins to tremble from fuming in anger. “I don’t care if nobody claims the child and I don’t give a fucking shit how any of you react! It’s the public that’ll do the rest for me! And this time you won’t be able to pay anyone a goddamn cent to get it off the papers like I know you and your family are used to doing. The United States loves a scandal and I’ll give them a good one. I’ll win, either way, trust me because I’m one step ahead of you, little fucking bitchy lawyer. I know deep down it must upset you for once that you can’t control this situation. It’s gonna be me seeing the look on your face when the media exposes you for blackmailing me because you’re a jealous bitch! That’s all you’ve ever been under that guise of yours. You’d make it against the law for anyone to go near Michael because all you are is a greedy, power-hungry bitch. If you even try to pay off the headlines, I’ll be right there to sue you in court. I’ll talk and I’ll talk and believe me, I’ll wrap Michael around my finger as you’ve never fucking seen it!”

You grab a fistful of Rita’s hair, causing her to shriek as you pull her up to you—speaking through gritted teeth in a low voice. “You want your five seconds of fame so fucking bad, don’t you?”

“I always get what I want, sweetheart.” Rita breathes out shakily, unable to move out of your grasp. “You just had to let me have a little fun with your husband—let me do my job. Then none of this would have happened.”

You grab Rita’s face harshly, squeezing it and giving it a rough shake. “I didn’t hire you to seduce and fuck my husband in front of my family. Do you have any morals or decency?”

“That’s your jealous talking,” Rita lets out a pained giggle. “Both of your brothers-in-law put a baby in me, why can’t Michael?”

“Your sick obsession with a married man who wouldn’t even look at you if he stepped on you shows just how delusional and sick you are.” You tell her, looking Rita directly in the eyes. “Those fantasies of yours would be your best friend in an institution. What is this, huh?” You shake Rita’s face again. “Revenge? I didn’t want you touching and whoring all over my husband in front of my guests and kids so you despise me for yours and plan a pregnancy as revenge? Get off your fucking pedestal and tell me you’re really doing this, Rita.” You push her back down onto her seat, putting your hands into your trench coat’s pocket.

Rita scowls at you, quick to fix her hair and appear utterly disgusted you even laid a hand on her. “I don’t give a fuck what kinda hotshot lawyer you think you are! You’re gonna learn you don’t get to tell me what to fucking do! I’ve got every mobster in this damn state and New York wrapped around my finger—married or not. This is my territory. You owe me. You owe me money, you owe me my career and an apology for taking it all away!”

“What apology?” You scoff.

“My band fired me because of you!” Rita rises to her feet. “You fucking ruined everything! You’re too selfish and egoistical to ever admit what you did to me was wrong so can you blame me, Victoria? Huh? Can you really blame me for getting a little bit of revenge? Men like your husband love the concept of revenge. Men I sleep with always talk about revenge. I’m just following through. The whole country’s gonna know your brother impregnated me and the Corleone family will be forced to take care of me and that child, so sue me.” Rita smirks down at you.

In an instant, your fingers wrap around a small hidden blade in the corner of your trenchcoat’s jacket. Getting up from your seat, you lash out at Rita’s throat in one swift movement with the blade—slitting her throat from ear to ear.

Rita lets out a gargled gasp, beginning to choke on her own blood as the crimson matter pours out of her slit throat and soaks into her dress, pooling on the floor.

Looking up at you in horror, Rita helplessly clutches her neck and collapses to the ground in her own blood where you carefully move over not to step on any blood you can see on the carpet.

Rita struggles, wincing on the ground as she begins to bleed out—unable to make a sound.

You crouch down next to Rita, resting your chin over your knuckles. “You lost your job with your band, you lost your pathetic attempt of revenge, you lost your brothel and now you lost your life too. What do they all have in common, Rita?” You tilt her face in your direction as Rita begins to lose consciousness from heavy blood loss. “I did all of that. You won’t be missed.” You slowly rise back up to your feet. “I’d say it’s going to be a closed casket funeral but nobody’s ever going to find your body either.” You watch with no remorse, no guilt, and not a shred of regret inside your body as Rita loses her life in front of you, hearing the last words come out of your mouth before she dies; “it’s not personal, it’s just business.”

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Lysander/Luciana Norwood character bio part 5

Apparel:

Magical eyewear glasses

Steampunk goggles. Gives users a HUD Display and augmented reality giving them supplemental information on the area around them. Military technology for soldiers. Gives real time information on the user and environment around them. Comes with telescopic, x-ray, microscopic, & nanoscopic vision. Comes with a red dot laser to assist sharpshooting. Has cameras that transmit input and output. Gives users the ability to see fluorescent footprints of the person, monster, beast, creature, or being they are tracking.

Pocketwatch. Lets the user control and manipulate time. Lets the user go back in time or forwards in time but only for a few minutes.

Steampunk watch. Silver watch with gold inlays. Gears, screws, knobs, & dials made out of brass, copper, silver, & gold.

As a scion of a noble and old house and scion of an ancient and powerful house he/she/they wear fine noble clothes that include a suit or a dress. Interwoven into his/her/their clothing as a noble and aristocrat is gems and precious metals. As an aristocrat he/she/they wear jewelry of a silver watch, gold necklace, silver bracelet, & gold signet ring.

He/she/they often wear a magical messenger bag.

As a magic user he/she/they wears a purple wizards hat, a forest green grand magister robe, a cardinal sorcerer/sorceress’s cape, and a royal blue mage cloak. Tied to the wizard hat are red phoenix firebird feathers, white fenghuang feathers, orange peng feathers, gold vermillion bird feathers, blue qingniao feathers, & Jingwei feathers. These were bird feathers from avians that were mythical birds of East Asian and Southeast Asian mythology. These feathers symbolize the respect he/she/they have and the honor he/she/they have gained in their magical human kingdom as a magic user who reached the rank of Grand Magister. The mage hat is also a hat of power. It gives the user incredible luck. The silk and velvet grand magister robe is scarlet and gold. The mage cloak is pink with tangerine undertones.

Amethyst violet and rose pink noble clothes

Knight and paladin high elder clothes.

Indigenous magical human and magical human robe. It is brown, the color of chestnut, almonds, & amber to symbolize his/her/their mother’s people. It is the people, their customs, traditions, culture, language, & spirituality. It comes with long sleeves. It is made out of arachne spider silk, cotton, and linen. It is tied with a gold traditional magical human sash and ruby traditional Indigenous magical human sash. It is yellow as the desert sands, meant to symbolize the desert home that their mother comes from. It is red, the color of life, the color of fire, & the color of death. It is adored with sapphires to symbolize the blue desert sky and water the bringer of life. Traditionally, sashes are passed down through generations to the oldest child. They are repaired and re-stitched until they’re too threadbare to be worn proudly anymore. Then they are remade. New sashes are lovingly woven. The old ones are burned and their replacements prayed over to keep the memory. They’re meant to be symbols of adulthood. They are symbols of one’s dedication to a life well-lived under their polytheistic gods and goddesses. Tied to the robe is a piece of a scroll inscribed with their magical human name and Indigenous magical human name. Names are sacred, given to them by their gods and goddesses, and should not be uttered by non native Homo Magi settlers. It would be an act of dishonor. Comes with a hood. Allows the user to survive forest, jungle, desert, & tundra terrains. Allows users to survive extreme heat and extreme cold.

As a chieftain and warchief of a nation of Indigenous magical humans. He/she/they wear a headdress with feathers of a thunderbird, snowbird, rainbird, & phoenix. He/she/they wear regalia with feathers of a griffin and hippogriff.

Duelist clothes. Gloves. Boots. Cavalier hat with feather plumes from a Roc bird, a Simurgh bird, & a Huma bird which are magical birds from West Asian mythology.

Iron and gray dragonhide leather gloves made from the hide of a metallic unaligned neutral ancient iron dragon and an adult chaotic evil chromatic gray dragon. These gloves double as mage gloves. Gives the user super strength.

Black and purple dragonhide leather boots made from the hide of an ancient neutral evil chromatic purple dragon and an ancient chaotic evil chromatic black dragon. Doubles as mage boots. Gives the user super speed. Lets users silently sneak past enemies. When worn allows the user to get past placed traps and easily disarm them.

Yellow and blue guild grandmaster robe with hood.

Red and Blue High Elder Robes. Made out of arachne and drider spider silk. Tied to the high elder robes is a chimera claw, a fire basilisk fang, a hellhound pelt that came with a hellhound head pelt, & a hydra scale. This symbolizes the honor and respect that he/she/they have in his/her/their family, clan, & nation as the High Elder of a knight and paladin order.

Magical gunslinger leather bomber jacket or cowboy duster. Its ideal cover for producing weapons, tools, supplies with hammer space. It is a black and black duster. They constantly wear it closed unless they are in combat where they wear it open. It is long reaching the waist. It is designed for horseback riding on their pegasi, hippogriff, alicorn, griffin, & unicorn mounts. Comes with bandolers and a belt. It is made out of red and black dragonhide studded leather and arachne silk. It has a wider collar that can be turned up against the wind. They also wear the color to cover their eyepatch and mechanical clockwork and magical glass prosthetic eye. It is bullet proof. It protects against stabbing and slashing damage. Strapped with two Derringer pistols, two six shot 45 caliber magical revolvers, a magical 500 magnum revolver, two magical 45 caliber pistols, a magical lever action 10 shot 12.7mm repeating rifle with red dot sight, a magical lever action five shot 12 gauge shotgun with red dot sight, & magical 5.56mm automatic carbine with scope in the holsters stitched to the coat. Comes with a brown gunslinger magical cowhide leather cowboy hat, a red bandanna face mask, a black domino eye mask, black magical sunglasses, and black dragonhide leather and rubber steel toe combat boots. These boots are climate resistant boots (for desert, arctic, & jungle terrains), tank boots, work boots, hiking boots, sport (magical skying), jump boots for paratroopers. Covers up his automotive armored prosthetic bionic arm. They wear it over their black gunslinger metal magical military medium class combat armor that is made out of mithril, adamantine, & orichalcium.

Other apparel:

Magical belt. Gives user nigh invulnerability. The belt was made from dragonhide leather. The leather was dyed brown. The leather comes from the hide of a neutral evil wyrm chromatic brown desert dragon.

Mask of power. Magical human and Indigenous magical human regalia. Mask worn by a very powerful mage. Red, orange, & yellow fox mask. Comes with nine tailed fox kitsune demon fur. Full mask that has openings for the mouth, nose, ears, & eyes. Gives the user bonuses on intimidation, medicine, charisma, wisdom, knowledge, intelligence, history, & perception. Allows the user the ability to use dark vision to see in the dark. Allows users the ability to see invisible enemies. Grants the user immunity to any damage gained from inhaling any form of dust or gas. Gives the user the ability to intimidate enemies with a penance stare or petrifying gaze. Gives the user the abilities to use precognition and clairvoyance a few minutes into the future. Allows users the ability to breathe underwater for a few minutes. Gives the user heightened five senses of touch, smell, taste, sight, & hearing. Gives the user heightened strength, endurance, flexibility, durability, & speed. Gives the user the ability to use x-ray, thermal, & night vision. Gives the user the ability to use ocular powers and use magical optic blasts. Gives users the ability to resist charm and charisma from succubi and incubi. Gives users the ability to resist telepathy and mind control from telepaths like mindflayers.

Hellhound fur pelt bathed in hellfire with the head of a Cerberus. Gives dark fire resistance.

Circlet or Crown of Power. Gold crown with ruby, emerald, sapphire, amethyst, & amber, diamond gemstone crystals. Gives the user ability to command. Gives users the ability to summon and command undead humanoid armies. Gives users increased intelligence, luck, wisdom, knowledge, charisma, & perception.

Mark 10 Magical Wrist Computer. Attached to their left arm is a magical mechanical portable wrist computer. It is a magical personal information processor that is powered by steam, gas, & electricity. It has knobs, dials, buttons, & switches on the top, bottom, left, & right sides for accessibility. It comes with a red, blue, green, silver, or gold light. It comes with a keyboard. It can record audio sound and visual video footage for later playback. Using a simple but elegant form of sonar and satellite tracking this wrist mounted computer can map out areas where its user travels. It acts as a database for the wearer's personal information and inventory. It is capable of tracking the wearer's status and organizes the user's inventory of apparel, junk, weapons, misc, armor, mods, aid, items, & equipment. An overlay of the data is also available. In addition, the device features a built-in radio module. It has an advanced compass. It has a magical virtual 3d and 4d map that displays discovered locations. It has a holographic map projector which shows a complete 3D or 4D scan of an area. It has a sonar and motion sensor system that highlights nearby allies, enemies, people, animals, beasts, creatures, and monsters. It is a communicator, a map, a flashlight, a compass, a scanner, a music player, a smart watch, & a portable computer. It has lighting functionality. A cassette tape, video tape, CD player, & DVD player is mounted beneath the display. It is capable of keeping tabs on the user's health condition, ammo, weapons, armor, apparel, & food and water. It shows the user’s health bar as red, yellow, orange, & green. It has a blue and purple heath bar system to show aether, ether, and nether shields. It has a silver, gold, & obsidian health bar system to show combat armor, power armor, & mech suit armor condition. The wrist computer gauntlet's uses include but are not limited to data storage, inventory management, topographical mapping, assisted targeting, telephone, medical diagnostics, computer, radio receiver, telegram, hacking, music (cassette and CD) player, & Video (Video and DVD) Player . It can map out areas. It can take and store notes and memos. It has a built-in radio. It has a geiger counter and toxic gauge for radiation, toxins, & poisons. It has a built-in flash light used to illuminate dark areas. It needs to be worn as a gauntlet which seals with a biometric lock. It utilizes a revamped 3d or 4d holographic display interface with animated images. It automatically updates using satellites. Additionally, it integrates with the onboard computers of power armor and mech suits allowing a user to access their wrist mounted computer from within the armor via a HUD visor display. The inventory menu is a system used for viewing and managing collected items. The menu also displays total currency and carry weight on the screen. It is sorted into several tabs. Weapons, Apparel, Aid, Misc, Junk, Mods, Ammo, & Money. All guns, melee weapons, grenades, and mines fall in this tab. Specs of weapons can be viewed and compared as well as equipped and unequipped weapons. It shows their attachments such as silencers or suppressors, compensators or muzzles, grips, flashlights, scopes, red dot sight, red laser sight, or grenade launcher. Shows the damage effect it has on enemies. It shows the weapon’s stats such as range, damage, etc. It shows the weapons condition and shows if it is in need of maintenance and repair. All armor and clothing appear in this tab. Specs of armor and clothing can be viewed and compared as well as equipped and unequipped apparel. All aid such as medicines, drugs, food, and drinks are sorted here and can be used and consumed in this tab. Miscellaneous items such as keys, cds, dvds, cassette tapes, notes, and items which fall under no other category are in this tab. Mod tab for weapon and armor modifications. Ammo lists all types of ammunition for guns, grenades, & mines currently in inventory. Currency shows all dollars and copper, bronze, brass, silver, gold, & platinum coins. A unique feature of the Mark 10 Magical Wrist Computer is an adapter plug attached to the underside of the device. This plug is used to perform diagnostics on power armor and mech suits. It can hack into computers. It has a lockpick module to pick the locks of doors, safes, etc. In addition, the plug is also used to gain control of robots, androids, & automatons. When wearing a power armor or mech suit the user does not interact with the wrist computer directly. Instead all the information is displayed through the suit's integrated HUD but with a different HUD color. This implies that the Mark 10 is capable of interfacing with power armor or mech suits onboard systems to allow access to its functionality without having to directly operate the device. It is a wrist gauntlet, wrist bracer or wrist computer. It is a piece of wrist-worn technology. It houses several technologically adv

anced features. The wrist gauntlet is a small computer device worn on the wrist and features numerous controls for various items of Homo magi, Indigenous human, & magical human magical technology. It has a digitized display. The gauntlet is linked directly into a human’s combat armor, combat helmet, power armor, power armor helmet, & mecha suit and governs many of their functions. The gauntlet also acts as a power source for these tools although it has only limited capacity and would become depleted with repeated use. However, despite the clearly advanced nature of the technology involved, the magical wrist gauntlet can be recharged from any common power source such as gas, steam, & electricity. The mark 10 is the most customizable model made. It was the epitome of technology. Each instrument is individually crafted and personally attuned to its recipient. The device is so personalized to its user that it could continuously monitor and report the vital signs of its assigned wearer in real time. It was the quintessential personal data assistant complete with a magical AI modeled after a sprite, fairy, & pixie. Complete with its own mapping system, navigation system, radio receiver, computer, video and music player, cellphone, & personal inventory tracking software. It's a souped-up PDA complete with DNA biometric lock.

Equipment:

Adventurer’s Backpack. Where he/she/they keep equipment as a guild member and adventurer. Has one hundred inventory slots. You can also strap items to the outside of the backpack with rope.

Items:

Magical map and compass. A compass points to magnetic north and is used by travelers to get their bearings and find their way. The magical compass also works on different principles to point to something else. The magic compass also points to different things at different times. The magic compass when not working as a regular compass points to cardinal directions. When the magical compass’s magic is activated the magical compass points to a specific person, place, or object that the user wants to find. The magic compass is used to lead whoever uses it to something or someone lost or hidden. Its method of operation is inexplicable as it is an artifact of an ancient wizard, sorcerer, or mage. The magical compass appears in the form of a lensatic compass. The compass glows when the user is going in the right direction. It lets the user know the distance they are from what they are seeking. The magic compass can also point up or down. The magical compass is used alongside a magical map. The magical map normally appears as a regular detailed atlas map. If you are looking for something or someone that won’t show up on regular maps. Something or someone hidden, something that is never in the same place, or something not of this world. The magical map will transform into a globe and with photo realistic details show you the location of anything hidden such as a person, location, or item.

Magical trunk. Has infinite storage space. Has hidden compartments. Has expandable and collapsible compartments. Is locked with wards. It is locked with 13 magical locks.

Magical coin pouch. Unlimited storage space. Connected directly to a bank account at a magical bank. Pouch to hold bronze, iron, lead, copper, tin, zinc, nickel, aluminum, carbon, silver, gold, electrum, & platinum coins. The bank account currently has millions of coins.

Magical Tools:

Magic mirror. Used for scrying on enemies. Used for long distance communication Is also used as a crystal prison to trap enemies. Used as a portal to travel through time and space. Used as a portal to travel to mirror and parallel timelines, dimensions, & realities. The magic mirror reveals a person’s true nature. The magic mirror reveals people if they are invisible or using illusion magic. The magic mirror is sentient. The magic mirror is quite fickle and does not work for everyone. Can be shrunk to the size of a handheld mirror to be portable.

Crystal Ball. Used for divination and fortune telling. Also used for dreams. Used for channeling. Sphere made out of crystal or gemstone.

Tarot Cards, Tarot Deck, & Tarot Bag that is part of a Tarot Set. Used for cartomancy, divination, & fortune telling.

Magical Portal. Used for fast or quick travel throughout the giant planet.

Indigenous magical human talisman, totem, and amulet. Magical amplifier.

Grimoire. He/she/they own a black and red grimoire called Soul Keeper: the Whisper of Blessings. The title is written in bold lettering. Spell books are books with various magic diagrams and incantations of spells written in them. Magical users also use them if they're trying to continue to archive the work of their ancestors and preserve magical knowledge for their descendants. They may also be magic artifacts themselves imbued with arcane potency. Magic is casted by mostly reading what is written in it. Magic is also casted by sometimes wielding the book itself. People who practice witchcraft and wiccan call these things grimoires or black books. Also known as a book of shadows. They are usually more like commonplace books or tomes. They come with collections of incantations, calendars, diagrams, recipes, journal entries, illustrations, and notes on whether this or that spell worked. From the beginning of the arcane, magic users have thought magic could be performed by reading and performing specific incantations. So they have used collections of written spells in various forms. Writing itself is considered a magic art. Most of the book of shadows was handwritten with paper and magical pen, magical pencil, or ink and magical quill. Some of it to keep up with the times was typed out by a magical typewriter. Traditionally it was typed out as many believed this would add the user’s energy, magic, and spiritual intentions into the thoughts and words incorporated in their book of shadows. Books of shadows can and should evolve into something that enhances the user’s spirituality, not burdens them. That is why many are typing out with a magical typewriter and after printing out the pages adding it to their grimoires themselves. The book is a weapon in and of itself instead of just a focus item. A grimoire is simply any book used by a witch in his/her/their own personal practice. There is no limit as to what a grimoire can or cannot be, as each one is as unique as the witch who wrote it. The book of shadows begins with a dedication page. A place the user puts their intentions and commitment to their grimoire to continue the work of their ancestors archiving their family magics. The grimoire has a dedication page. The dedication page is a place to put the user’s intention and commitment to their grimoire. This is often done on the first few pages. A grimoire is a collection of magical ideas and occult topics. Such as herb uses, rituals, symbolism, spells, magic elements, and other spiritual issues and beliefs that a user finds valuable to their practice. It is a magical textbook of magic. A grimoire is used to document or keep track of any magickal information that is relevant to the practitioner. It serves to log everything a magic user needs to know in their own personal craft. It has instructions on how to prepare and create magical objects like talismans and amulets. It has instructions on how to perform rituals. It has instructions on the chemistry needed to craft and brew potions, elixirs, & concoctions. It has a list of ingredients for potions, elixirs, brews, & concoctions and their magical correspondence. This grimoire is a spell book with various magic diagrams and incantations. It is filled with collections of incantations, calendars, diagrams, recipes, journal entries, and notes on magic. It is used to store knowledge of spells learned from tomes. It is used by magic users when they need to use more complicated and powerful spells. It is used by magic users when spells are too long to memorize. The book of shadows has information about crystals. Such as what you use them for, how to take care of them, grids, shapes, how you feel when holding certain ones, & how to create an amulet. The book of shadows has information about astrology. The book of shadows had information about different types of psychic abilities. The book of shadows has information about moon magic. Such as how to make moon water, monthly lunar spiritual meanings, creative ways to use moon water, & lunar rituals. It also has information about moon phases such as the new moon, dark moon, blue moon, & black moon. The book of shadows has drawings of the moon. The book of shadows has information about herbal magic. Such as how to use herbal magic, storing tips and ideas, info on which ones are poisonous, how to dry plants, plant illustrations, names including scientific names for herbalogists, magical properties, how to grow plants, list of herbalism books, medical information, & recipes. It also had an explanation of genders, planets, and elements. It has fragments of magical plants from throughout the multiverse such as a mandrake, amrita vein, simbelmyne, songbell plant, thistle branch, yggdrasil, konohana, magebulb plant, mallorn, tesla tree, trama root, kingsfoil, crimson nirnroot, seaflower, gromsblood, felandaris. The book of shadows has information about spell tools and their uses. Such as how to cleanse spell tools, commonly used spell tools. Such as when to use spell tools, illustrations of spell tools, & alternative options. The many spell tools are wands, chalices, athems, cauldrons, pentacles, & brooms. The book of shadows has information about witch, wiccan, & pagan symbolism. The book of shadows has information about seals, wards, & banishing. The book of shadows had information about the deities, gods, & goddesses. Such as lore and history, descriptions, invocations, offerings, prayers, places you feel connected to them, altars or shrines, pronunciations, & how to communicate with them. The book of shadows has information about pagan holidays and the wheel of the year. Such as the history, meaning, & traditions of each pagan holiday. It also had journal entries of what each holiday meant to past users. It has information on how you celebrate each season, how pagan celebrations evolved, & information about each holiday. The grimoire is a magic artifact itself imbued with arcane and esoteric potency. Magic is cast by wielding the book as it's an amplifier artifact. Magic is also cast by reading what is written in it. The grimoire is known as a black book or book of shadows. It is also used to preserve magical knowledge. Before the current user of the book of shadows dies the magic user will literally write all the information of magic they know out of their mind and into the grimoire where their descendants can use it in the future. The grimoire is a book of spells that is an encyclopedia of his/her/their Indigenous magical human, Homo magi, & magical human family’s magical knowledge. This is a textbook grimoire. This is a grimoire that is set up to serve as a reference book. It can be a book strictly for spiritual or magical information. This is also a practical grimoire. This is a grimoire that can serve a practical purpose such as a recipe or spell book. They are often more portable than a standard grimoire. This is lastly a memory keeping or journal grimoire. This is a grimoire that serves to be a personal record of thoughts and feelings pertaining to spiritual activity in the user’s life. Everything is divided into matching sections with an index in the front with a table of contents filled with chapters and corresponding page numbers. The grimoire is filled with correspondences or letters with other magic users. The book of shadows has detailed anatomical drawings of magical humanoids, beasts, creatures, animals, & monsters decorating some pages. It is filled with sabbaths and any holidays that the user celebrates. It has descriptions on how to cast spells. It has information about spells and rituals, divination, tarot cards, astrology, numerology, herbs and herbology recipes, & crystals. It is organized. It has illustrations and texts. The purposely blank pages are filled with quotes, art, & a note section. These are the past user’s favorite quotes that empowered them or inspired them spiritually. This book of shadows has artwork drawn by past users. This book of shadows has a pocket or envelope to hold loose notes or ideas. This book of shadows has pictures of a pentagram or pentacle. The grimoire is handwritten since many believe this will help to add the user’s energy, magic, and spiritual intentions into the thoughts and words incorporated into their magical book. The book of shadows has information about amulets and talismans. It has information about divination, tarot cards, tea readings, dreams, & scrying. The grimoire is filled with writings written in the languages of the magical planet. Such as Common (humans, half elves, half orcs, & half trolls), Undercommon, Draenei, Elvish, Drow, Druidic, Fae language (light fae and dark fae), Halfling, Gith language, Giantish (giants, ogres, & cyclops), Gnomish, Dwarvish, Orcish, Troll, Ignan (languages of fire based creatures), Impish, Goblin (goblins, bugbears, & hobgoblins), Jannti (genies, djinn, etc.), Harpy, Centaur language, Taur-ahe (Tauren), Aquan (language of water based creatures), Auran (language of air based creatures), werecreature language (werebears, were cats, werewolves, etc), vampire language, Serpent tongue (naga, lamia, gorgon, etc), Dark Speech, Deep Speech (mind flayers and beholders), Fiendish, Abyssal (demons), Celestial (celestials, angels, etc), Infernal (devils and tieflings), Illithid or Qualith, Primordial (titans, elementals, primordials, etc), Draconic (dragons, kobolds, dragonborn, & lizardfolk), Sylvan (fae creatures like dryads, fairies, pixies, & leprechauns), & other magical alphabets. It came with a reference sheet on how to speak, read, & write each language. It appears to be written in a cypher. It is unknown how so many of the past users came to research these languages. The book of shadows has information about the runic alphabet. Such as runic history, runic myths and legends, the runic alphabet, how to use runes, how to cast runes, runic inscriptions, binding runes, how to activate runes, each rune and its meaning, & runes and their reverse meanings. The book of shadows has information about witchcraft, paganism, druidry, & wiccan. The book of shadows has information about sacred geometry. Such as the egg of life, fruit of life, seed of life, gem of life, tree of life, flower of life, metatron’s cube, vesica piscis, merkaba, vector equilibrium, tetrahedron, octahedron, icosahedron, hexahedron, dodecahedron,The book of shadows has information about sigil magic. Such as what is a sigil, how sigils work, how to make a sigil, sigil types and techniques, how to charge a sigil, how to activate a sigil, & how to destroy a sigil. This book of shadows has an invocation of the deities, gods, & goddesses of past users that were their patrons. This was another way to bless the grimoire or wiccan book of shadows. This book of shadows had information about initiation rituals for new magic users. The book of shadows has pagan, witch, or wiccan symbols that past users found meaningful such as runes, magical elements, sacred geometry, etc. The book of shadows has information about the fae. Such as fae lore and history, different types of fae, & offerings to the fae. The book of shadows has fragments of plants from the fae wilds. The book of shadows has information about house magic, bath magic, kitchen magic, & garden magic. The book of shadows has information about chakras, ki, & natural energy. Such as symbols, healing through crystals, chakra body placements, meanings, illustrations, & meditations. The book of shadows had information about shrines and altars. Such as how to set them up, layouts and diagrams, basics and fundamentals. The book of shadows came with ethics, rules, or code of conduct of his/her/their noble and old house and ancient and powerful houses. The book of shadows had the list of laws or ethics of the covens and circles that each of the past users were a part of. Between some of the pages are flowers, leaves, bits of nature that past users collected over the decades, centuries, & millennia. This grimoire has sigils of past users. The book of shadows has personal magical photographs of past users. The grimoire is filled with maps of areas past users have lived in. The book of shadows has grids for tarot cards spreads. The book of shadows has birth charts for astrology. It has pages for astrology and numerology horoscopes. It has drawings of magical animals, beasts, creatures, & monsters. The grimoire has heavily-worn text. It is bound in bright cloth. The inside cover appears to be signed by the author. It is an ancient large book bound in red and black leather. With rubies inlaid the front cover and emeralds inlaid on the back cover. Diamonds are inlaid in the corners of the front and back cover with beautiful designs along the spine. Reading grimoires without precautions can be dangerous especially for those untrained in using them. When he/she/they first examine it, the writer's penmanship is skillful and elegant. An eye-catching book with strange symbols decorating the cover. Upon opening he/she/they can see that each letter is meticulously written. When he/she/they look through the book he/she/they feel compelled to read the words out-loud. When he/she/they open the book, the ink is iridescent and changes colors depending on the angle. Turning the pages makes his/her/their fingers tingle pleasantly. It comes with some missing pages detailing dark or death magic carefully removed with a knife. Looking inside he/she/they can see that the writing is crisp and fastidiously penned. Looking inside, he/she/they can see that the printing is elegantly written. Several full-page illustrations are moving though magic. Upon inspection, the paper is soft and supple. Upon further inspection, the ink shines with a ghostly luminescence with arcane notes penned in the margins. Each chapter is marked with a glowing rune. When those who are of the Norwood household read the book turning the pages makes their fingers tingle pleasantly. Ghostly whispers of his/her/their ancestors fill his/her/their head as he/she/they read it. When a reader who is a Norwood family member continues to read the grimoire. Thin motes of colorful pixie dust and fairy dust enchanted into the book by fae who were friends of the Norwood family begin to waft up playfully from the pages. Compelling the reader to smile and mutter. Turning the pages he/she/they stumble across a list of owners. To his/her/their shock, their name is already written in the list. This book is of legendary rarity. The grimoire, when read by those who should not read them, like an outsider who is not part of the Norwood family, appears to them as a commonplace book in the form of an old leather bound book, a modern paperback book, or a modern hardcover book. When intruders read the book of shadows, turning the pages makes the paper writhe in your fingers like it has a life of its own. If you continue to read the book when you aren’t supposed to, disturbing images are beginning to be scrawled in the margins, as if warning the intruder. You feel an unsettling presence reach out for you. As you browse through the book you notice an illustration of a man looking out at you with his hands pressed against the page. To your surprise his lips begin to move. You realize he is pleading for help. You feel if you don’t stop reading you as the intruder will soon share his fate. Reading the book as an intruder you feel as though your life force is being drained.

Magical ink and quill. Used for penning inside grimoire. Quill made from hippogriff and griffin feather.

Mortar and pestle. Made out of granite and metal. Used for mincing, grinding, & mixing powder or paste for creating medicine for a magical apothecary.

Crystal and stones.

Athame and boline. Athemes are associated with the element of fire and are commonly used to direct energy. Bolines usually have a more curved blade. They are used for more physical purposes such as cutting herbs or items in spellwork.

Dagger

Bell. A ritual bell. Used for opening and closing ceremonies. Also used for ritual cleansing energies and bringing focus. The bell is used to clear energies before, during, & after rituals or spells. Used in rituals for magic and healing as the user calls upon deities. Used in rituals for magic and healing as the user calls upon elemental powers and energies.

Chalice. Ritual chalice. Used for the element of water. Symbolizes the western direction. It is a feminine energy symbolizing the mother goddess. Used to hold appropriate liquid for magical offerings and or drink. Chalice is placed in the direction of the west.

Bowls and plates. Altar bowls and offering plates to put on an altar for ritual offerings to deities and elements. Also used for scrying, incense, herbs, water, & stones.

Candles and candle holders.

Incense, incense sticks, and incense holders. Used for incense burning and incense offerings.

Altar with statues to pagan gods of the Warring Kingdoms universe

Altar to the patron that he/she/they serve as a master warlock

Obsidian chambered gemstone crystal pendulum. Used for spiritual growth, guidance, self improvement, & psychic development.

Witch Cauldron. Made out of caste iron. Using magic it can be shrunk to the size of a tennis ball to the size of a giant beach ball. Used to brew potions, elixirs, brews, & concoctions as a gun witch. The cauldron itself is inherently magical. It has the power to make more copies of something than creating just one if you used a regular pot. Important tool traditionally used for cooking and brewing. It represents the element of water, the element of fire, & the direction of the west. Used for mixing herbs, oils, conctions, & brews. Also used for scrying. Usually sits in the west. Black and purple cauldron filled with an unknown glowing substance with bubbles.

Alchemist Laboratory Chemistry Set. Using magic it can be shrunk to be portable and appear as a kid’s small chemistry set or expand into an entire science chemistry laboratory. Has flasks, vials, & containers. Used to brew potions, elixirs, brews, & concoctions as an alchemist.

Rune Box. Box of runes made out of wood, stone, & gems. Twenty five rune letters. Runes have magical and mystical powers. They were used in spellcasting. They offer wise counsel. They have protective powers and warriors would engrave shields, weapons, & armor with runic symbols.

Magical Foci:

Current Wands:

Two Indigenous magical human traditional wands. These wands are kept in dragon hide wand holsters on his/her/their forearms. The left wand holster is made of dragon hide from an old chaotic evil chromatic red fire, magma, & lava dragon they found in volcanic mountains. The leather of this wand holster was dyed red. The right wand holster is made from the hide of an ancient chaotic evil chromatic white snow, frost, & ice dragon they found in a frozen tundra. The leather of this wand holster was dyed white. These were taken since he/she/they slain these evil dragons when facing against the forces of evil. The barrels of these wands are balanced and the bodies of the wand don't taper. These wands have polished finishes. The feel of these wands are natural. These wands have a slender thickness. The length of patterns on these wands were long designs. With lengthy patterns that stretch along large portions of the barrels. The grip shape of these wands are multi sided. The angles of these wands are straight continuing off the barrels. The roundness of the nibs of the wands were polygonal. The size of the nibs were long.

One eleven inch long and ¼ inches thick wand. The handle size is extra thin. This wand was made out of hazel wood and a brass metal. This is a right handed wand. This wand is orange and blue. The brass metal symbolizes communication, abundance, & protection. The hazel wood symbolizes wisdom, clarity, psychic work, nature magick, water magick and knowledge. This is a good all-rounder wood. Hazel wands are good to use for nature-based magical workings and are thought to offer protection against witchcraft. The wand had a handle that was made out of applewood which is a dense, hard, & sweet smelling wood. Applewood is known for healing, love, fertility, prosperity, beauty and abundance. This tree is associated with eternal youth, fertility magic, love spells, ancient knowledge, strength, healing and wisdom. The apple tree is also known as the fruit of the underworld. The goddess Freya is associated with this tree. So making an apple wand is a good choice to use for goddess-based magic. Etched into the wand was a sigil of a letter. Etched into the wand was a pentacle. End of the wand was made out of clear quartz. The clear quartz symbolizes power, protection, & general magic. The handle at the bottom of the wand had a hippogriff feather. This feather was tied to the wand with the hair of an alicorn. The decorative trim of the wand that adorns its barrel was made out of the hide of a fire basilisk. This wand has a wand core of a basilisk fang and venom of a fire basilisk. Wands with serpent cores were previously thought to be treacherous. This is a misconception as when wielded by a witch or wizard with a dominant character they will enhance spellcasting. They will also provide subtle spell enhancements as required. This wand prefers more mysterious owners. The serpent core of this wand was injected into the wand. The wand core remains liquid inside the wand. This is typically the second most potent wand. The complexity of the trim detailing was dense. The style of the trim detailing was streaky. The shape and direction of the trim detailings on the wand was covered in horizontal patterns. The lines are generally contained to one portion of the barrel but not completely wrapping it. This wand had a handle texture that was smooth. The roundness of the nib of the wand was polygonal. It was shaped like a cube. The nib texture was smooth. The nib point was sharp. The shaft of the wand conducts magic from the handle to the tip. Each style will bring different qualities to the wand. This is a dark or gray sided magic wand. Dark magic is best suited to magical beings who have strong powers. They are sometimes difficult to control but otherworldly when truly mastered. This wand had a rune shaft. The rune shaft is ancient and holds many secrets. They compliment magical beings with an inquisitive nature.

One ten inch long and ½ inches thick wand. The handle size is thin. This wand was made out of ash wood and copper metal. This is a left handed wand. This wand is yellow and purple. The copper symbolizes healing, prosperity, love, & luck. The ash wood symbolizes healing, protection, purification, wisdom, prosperity. This is a good all-round wood for a wand as it amplifies almost all kinds of magick. Ash wands were thought to be capable of warding off attacks of harmful magic. The handle of the wand was made out of ebony wood which is a finely textured, dense, & a hard texture. Etched into the wand was a sigil of a number. The handle at the bottom of the wand was made out of jade. The jade symbolizes luck, prosperity, protection, & love. The end of the wand had a griffon feather. This feather was tied to the wand with pegasi hair. The decorative trim of the wand that adorns its barrel was made out of the hide of a wyvern. The wyvern hide amplifies the power of the draconic core wand. The wand core was made out of a tooth of a young water dragon and claw of a young adult chromatic blue storm dragon. Wands with dragon cores are ferocious. They can be relied upon to support their owner through the toughest of spells. They are strong, fierce, and unyielding. This wand needs a strong bond with its owner. The dragon cores were fused by being melted into the wand itself in a very permanent matter. Fused wands are the most potent of wands but users can’t trade in another wand core later. The wands cores that are easily interchangeable but the least potent are wand cores that are engraved or fastened to the wand. The complexity of the trim detailing was dense. The style of the trim detailing was sharp. The shape and direction of the trim detailings on the wand was covered in vertical patterns. The lines ran from the handle to the nib. This wand had a handle texture that was polished. The texture was smooth and shiny. The roundness of the nib of the wand was polygonal. It was shaped like a pyramid. The nib texture was polished. It was smooth and shiny. The nib point was flat. This wand was a light sided wand. The shaft of the wand conducts magic from the handle to the tip. Each style will bring different qualities to the wand. This wand had a natural shaft. The natural shaft is traditional, uncomplicated, and trustworthy. An ideal choice for kind & serene souls.

The wands are magic focus objects or magic foci that direct his/her/their magical power. When dueling magic users he/she/they duel wield these wands. Wands have innate arcane energies of their own. This allowed casters to empower their spells. This also allowed wands to cast their own spells. Gemstones were added to wands to increase their effectiveness. Crafting stronger wands required more spellcasting skills from the crafter which they may not possess. Crafting any kind of magic item burnt some of the soul of the crafter. The stronger the item the greater the toll on the caster. Adding a gem was a way to increase the effectiveness of a wand without sacrificing the full amount of one's own life force.

He/she/they have exotic greyscale wands. The right handed one was made out of chimera bone and the other left handed wand was made out of a manticore claw. Wands with manticore and chimera cores make great defensive wands. They are ideal for those who are no strangers to a duel. These wands work well under pressure for lightning-fast spellcasting. The left handed wand is made out of yew wood. The right handed wand was made out of elder wood. Wands made from the wood of the elder tree hold the most wisdom. These wands will always steer you to the correct path. Elder wood is known for wisdom, healing, prosperity, banishing, & communication with the other side. This is considered a sacred wood and should never be cut or burned. It’s best to try and find a branch that’s fallen naturally. Also make sure you only ever use this wood for benevolent magick. The elder tree was supposed to provide protection from witches. In addition to granting great healing powers to whoever possessed it. Wands made from this material could also be used to summon up storms. As it was believed that lightning would never strike an elder tree. Elder is also a tree of regeneration and fulfillment. Fairies are said to have a fondness for this wood. You must ask the spirit of the elder tree for permission before cutting down any of its wood. Wands made from the wood of the yew tree are the most energetic. Yew wood is known for longevity and complex magic. You can practically feel the magic ricocheting within the wand. Yew wood is a powerful magical material. It has associations with both life and death. This is another tree that can be used in magic rituals that focus on honoring one’s ancestors and recently deceased loved ones. The barrels of these wands feel natural. The barrels of the wands are balanced and don't taper. The barrels have polished finishes. The decorative trims of the wands that adorn their barrels were made out of the bone of an ancient blue storm dragon and the bone of an old black chromatic dragon. These were taken since he/she/they slain these evil dragons when facing against the forces of evil. The complexity of the trim detailing was dense. The style of the trim detailing was sharp. The shape and direction of the trim detailings on the wand was covered in horizontal patterns. The lines are generally contained to one portion of the barrel but not completely wrapping it. The grip of this wand is rounded. The handle of these wands was angled and tilted off the barrel. The handles of these wands were thin. These wands handle textures that are smooth. The nibs of these wands were of natural finishes. They have no polish. These wands were kept in dragonhide wand holsters on his/her/their forearms. The left wand holster is made of dragon hide from an ancient chaotic evil metallic steel dragon that they slain in the swamps. The leather of this wand holster was dyed black and obsidian. The right wand holster is made out of dragon hide from an ancient lawful evil chromatic green dragon that they slain in the forest.

Old Wands:

He/she/they used to have other wands. These wands were passed down to him/her/them from his/her/their Indigenous magical human and magical human father, a magic user and fighter, once he/she/they became a magic user. These wands belonged to his/her/their ancestors and were passed down for generations. These wands were more traditionally magical. So these were older looking style models. They had more neutral tones. One was a green wand that was made out of oak wood and a handle made out of alder wood. The oak wood symbolizes strength, power, wisdom, truth, endurance and protection. Wands made from the wood of the oak tree are the sturdiest. They have centuries of history hidden within the grain which serves to strengthen both physically & magically. The oak wood was very strong, durable, & light colored. Wands made from oak are thought to be good to use for god based magical workings. Thor, a thunder god, was associated with the oak tree. Magic wands and magical staffs that were constructed with this wood gives one protection from lightning. Alder wood is known for courage, strength, communication with the other side, determination and protection. Wands made from alder wood carry energies of protection, motivation, and action. Alder is known to be the tree where the first man sprung to life, making it a wood type suitable for carving desires, ideas, and intention into existence. Alder is a soft, light color, & fine grained wood. The other was a brown wand made out of pine wood and a handle made out of teak wood. The pine wood symbolizes creativity, prosperity, purification and protection. Teak wood is an extremely durable, slightly flexible, & stable wood. These wands were 11 and 12 inches. The barrel shape of these wands are tapered as the barrel thins out near the nib. The feel of these wands is natural. These wands have rough finishes. These wands have a thick barrel thickness. The handle sizes of these wands are thick. The decorative trims of the wands that adorn their barrels were made out of granite stone and marble stone. The size of the stones used in the trim detailing was medium and their line weight was also medium. The shape and direction of the trim detailings on the wand was covered in circular patterns. For the detailing it was covered in curved lines and circles along the barrels of the wands. The complexity of the trim detailing was dense. The style of the trim detailing was sharp. The length of patterns on these wands were long designs. With lengthy patterns that stretch along large portions of the barrels. The grip of these wands are rounded. These were earth wands. Earth magic is best suited to magical beings who hold a deep spiritual connection with the world around them. The wand cores of these wands were made with fairy wings and pixie dust. Wands with fairy and pixie cores have a playful energy. They are best suited to young-at-heart magical beings. They are adventurous, gentle & perfect for charm spells. These wands usually favor those with brave hearts and courageous souls. The fairy wing core was fastened into the left wand. The pixie dust wand core was also fastened to the right wand. The wands cores that are easily interchangeable but the least potent are wand cores that are fastened to the wand. The body of the wand will be split into modules. The core of the wand will be hardened and fastened between them as visible cartridges. The left was a multi piece core. The right was a single piece core. Fastened cores have slightly less than standard potency for magic. Users do enjoy the ability to swap for different wand cores down the road. The angle of the handle was angled and tilted off the barrel. These wands had rough handle textures. They were only slightly polished. The roundness of the nibs of the wands were round. The left wand has a nib that is shaped like a cone. The right wand has a nib that is shaped like a cylinder. These wands are kept in dragon hide wand holsters on his/her/their forearms. The left wand holster is made of dragon hide from an adult chaotic good metallic brass dragon. It was given freely. The right wand holster is made from the hide of an ancient chaotic good metallic copper dragon. It was given freely. The leather of these wand holsters were brown and were undyed. These wands were destroyed by a very powerful non native Homo magi magic user and fallen paladin with very dark and powerful dark magic in an act of betrayal. The death of these wands was a very emotional moment for him/her/them. He/she/they later used the shards of these old wands to make the new wands that he/she/they use now. This moment was why he/she/they cut his/her/their long Indigenous hair to mark the moment he/she/they lost connection to his/her/their ancestors. Their family, especially parents and uncles and aunts and their kin members of clan, tribe, and nation understood the meaning of their hair when they came home with tears in their eyes with their cut hair and in their hands were their cut braided hair and shards of wands passed down to them.

He/she/they used to have two training wands. One wand was made out of glass and another was made out of ceramic. These wands were also made out of cedar and holly wood. Cedar wood is a lightweight, durable, & decay resistant wood. Cedar wood is known for wisdom, protection, purification, longevity, cleansing, prosperity and love. The magical properties associated with cedar include consecration, immortality, prophecy, prosperity, protection and purification. Using a wand or a staff made of cedar helps you with any magical workings on the astral plane and in any dream-based magic. Holly wood is a white, delicate, & expensive wood. Wood from holly is known for protection, peace, strength, courage, and luck. The feel of the barrels of these wands is natural. The barrel shape of these wands is tapered as it thins out near the nib. These wands have a polished finish. The barrels of these wands have medium thickness. The decorative trims of the wands that adorn their barrels were made out of pearl and amethyst gemstones. The size of the gemstones used in the trim detailing was small pearls and tiny amethyst gemstones. The amethyst symbolizes healing, sleep, psychic communication and knowledge. The line weight of the trim detailing of the gemstones was fine pearls and extra fine amethyst. The wands with gem handles are well recognised & celebrated. So it compliments witches & wizards with grand ambitions. The complexity of the trim detailing was dense. The styles of the trim detailing on these wands were elegant and flowy. The shape and direction of the trim detailings on the wands were covered in branded patterns. The details were rings that wrapped around the barrel. The length of patterns on these wands were short bursts with many short designs along the barrels. These wands were made with an alicorn horn and phoenix feather core. The grip of these wands are multi sided. Wands with phoenix cores have a mind of their own, but will always remain true to you. These are the most durable wands. As the phoenix will always rise from the ashes. Wands with pegasi, unicorn, or alicorn cores are ideal for beginners. They are full of heart. These wands make great mentors and are forgiving of slights of hand and flicks of the wrist. These wands enhance the power of light spells. The handles of the wands were straight continuing from the barrel. The handle sizes of these wands were of medium thickness. These wands had handle textures that were natural. They had no polish. The roundness of the nibs of the wands were polygonal. The left wand has a nib shaped like a pyramid. The right wand has a nib shaped like a cube. The nib textures were rough and were only slightly polished. The nib sizes were cut and were tight to the barrel. These wands were given to him/her/them by their mentors, a supreme witch and great warlock, as training wands. These wands are kept in dragon hide wand holsters on his/her/their forearms. The left wand holster is made of dragon hide from an adult lawful good metallic bronze dragon. The leather of this wand holster was dyed yellow. It was given freely since he/she/they fought with it against a demon lord. The right wand holster is made from the hide of an ancient lawful good metallic gold dragon. The leather of this wand holster was dyed orange. It was given freely since he/she/they fought with it in a war against evil.

Other Magical Foci:

Magic cudgel. The top of the magical cudgel which has been decorated with intricate gilded pattern design, said to have secret meanings only known to the wielder. The bottom ends in two decorative intertwining snakes made of obsidian and has been decorated with glowing triangular ruby gems with smaller emerald gems floating around them that give off a soft humming sound whenever magic is used. Crystal-like shards are merged into the staff, allowing light to flow through and making it glow. Only the handle is kept smooth, which has been decorated with an ancient text carved into it. The top is made out of supreme adamantium and the bottom is made out of mithril. Carved runes cover this jagged, twisting staff from top to bottom, leaving only the handle untouched, which has been emblazoned with magical runes. The staff has been smoothened and strengthened at core positions, including the handle, which has been decorated with a few sapphire crystals.

Magic quarterstaff. Magic quarterstaffs are large and substantial enough to be viable melee weapons. This quarterstaff was made out of walnut wood and maple wood handle. Walnut is a tree of fertility, prosperity and wisdom. Wands and staffs made of walnut to help awaken inner wisdom. This is also a good material to use for initiation rituals. Walnut is a rich color, shock resistant, & strong wood. Maple is a tree of love, harmony, peace and prosperity. Maple will help to bring balance and harmony to yin-yang energies. It is a popular wand material and helps to awaken one’s intuition and creativity. Maple wood is known for strength, power, vitality, travel, communication, learning, beauty and abundance. Maple is a fine grain, strong, & tone conductive wood. The quarterstaff was made out of steel and silver. The gemstones encrusted into the quarterstaff were topaz and sapphire. Obsidian forms the base of this spectacular staff. Flame like decorations dance and wrap around the entire staff. With the exception of the handle which has been strengthened with a metal coating of electrum. The handle had a polished finish. The barrel shape is balanced and doesn’t taper. The barrel’s thickness was medium. The barrel feels straight and feels more like a manufactured object. The decorative trim material around the barrel and handle was gems and metal. The bottom has been decorated with thick gilded rings each with two gems at equal distance from each other. He/she/they uses the magical quarterstaff as a magically augmented melee weapon. As a grand magister who is a war wizard, battle wizard, battle sorcerer, & gun witch he/she/they uses the magic quarterstaff in close quarters melee combat like a cane, club, or mace. The quarterstaff amplifies his/her/their magical and combat abilities. He/she/they uses the magic staff in full contact magic. He/she/they can fire magic from both ends of the quarterstaff.

Homo Magi Scepter. The Homo magi scepter comes with a faceted crystal shard from the Giant Meteorite that crashed into the Homo Magi empire that gives Homo Magi magical powers. The scepter was six feet long. The scepter was blue and yellow. Etched into the scepter were symbols. Scepter was made out of gold metal and cedar wood. The gold symbolizes beauty, prosperity, love, & courage. The cedar wood symbolizes healing, love grounding, creativity, prosperity, passion and divination. End of the scepter was made out of agate. The agate symbolizes courage, protection, & strength. The top is made out of marvelous wood and has been crafted into a hellhound animal claw. Which has been decorated with intricately crafted rainbird, thunderbird, & phoenix feathers painted in vibrant colors. The bottom has been decorated with thick gilded rings each with two gems at equal distance from each other. It was passed down to him/her/them from his/her/their Homo magi mother, who is a paladin and cleric, when he/she/they became a magic user.

Modern magical mechanical wand rod or baton that is a form of magitek. It comes with a mana indicator. It is a technomagic tool. It can turn into a collapsible staff. This futuristic wand was personally crafted by him/her/them. This modern wand has an exaggerated shape. It is sleeker and has more vibrant colors. The wand tip is made out of an orb of obsidian. The wand shaft was made out of mithril and adamantine. The wand was also decorated with gemstones and intricate metal work. They, as the creator of this wand, was revered for its creation. This wand was 13 inches long. The feel of the wand’s barrel is straight. It feels more like a manufactured object. This was used for running calculations for magic circles since arithmancy is based on highly complex mathematics and these devices help streamline the process. Arithmancy is a magical discipline that studies the magical properties of numbers. Those who studied and practiced arithmancy were called arithmancers. The wand barrel is tapered as it thins out near the nib. The barrel has a polished finish. The decorative trim of the wand that adorns its barrel was made out of diamond gemstones. The size of the gemstones used in the trim detailing was large diamond gemstones. The line weight of the trim detailing of the gemstones was bold diamonds. The complexity of the trim detailing was dense. The style of the trim detailing on this wand was elegant and flowy. The shape and direction of the trim detailings on the wands were covered in branded patterns. The details were rings that wrapped around the barrel. The decorative trim of the wand that adorns its barrel was made out of gold and silver metal. The complexity of the trim detailing was dense. The style of the trim detailing was flowy. The shaft of your wand conducts magic from the handle to the tip. Each style will bring different qualities to your wand. This wand had a vortex shaft. The vortex shaft holds great complexity. They are suited to witches & wizard's with a logical mind & great patience. The shape and direction of the trim detailings on the wand was covered in vertical patterns. The lines ran from the handle to the nib. The grip of this wand was multi rounded.

Magical human mage magic staff. The magic staff was six feet in length. The magic staff was peach and royal blue. The magic staff was made out of silver metal and birch wood. The silver symbolizes protection, healing, divination, & psychic work. The birch wood symbolizes grounding, cleansing, protection, fertility, rebirth and inspiration. Birch wood is known for adaptability, inspiration, and fearlessness as its most resonant energies. It is also fast-growing making it a sustainable tree to take wood for magical purposes. The birch tree is also associated with fertility and rebirth. Birch wood is a heavy, strong, & shock resistant wood. Birch wood is known for grounding, cleansing, protection, fertility, rebirth and inspiration. This wand was also made out of kingwood which is a very dense, attractive, & expensive wood. Etched into the magic stick were geometric shapes. The end of the mage stick was made out of rubies. The decorative trims of the mage stick that adorn its barrel were made out of ruby gemstones. The size of the gemstones used in the trim detailing was medium sized rubies. The line weight of the trim detailing of the gemstones was medium. The complexity of the trim detailing was dense. The style of the trim detailing on this mage stick was elegant and flowy. The shape and direction of the trim detailings on the mage stick was covered in branded patterns. The details were rings that wrapped around the barrel. The grip of this magical staff was multi sided. Glowing runes are carved along the entire staff with the exception of the handle. The handle had been smoothened and strengthened. The bottom ends in a reinforced stub made out of peridot crystal known for protection, abundance and love. The staff was decorated with ribbons said to offer protection against dark magic. Magical staff are a sign of a powerful magic user. Magic staffs are more powerful than wands. His/her/their magic staff itself is magical. The magical staff also acts as a magical focus object artifact amplifier that amplifies his/her/their magical power. The magic staff is shaped like a cane. The top of the magic staff is carved with a sun, star, and moon. The magic staff is elaborately decorated with magical runes, symbols, & sigils. The top of his/her/their magic staff also comes with a floating ring. Inside the floating ring is a large round and smooth glowing gem that acts as a main power crystal. A glowing, seemingly liquid line wraps around the entire staff like blood and covers the handle. The handle has been wrapped in exotic animal skin. The hide of a griffin and hippogriff. The bottom is made of obsidian and has been decorated with gilded linings. A few small gems that seem to float gently above the surface of the staff. The top is made out of superior wood which has been decorated with a mosaic of smooth multi-colored gems. All gems are roughly the same size.

Gun Witch’s Broomstick. Automotive mechanical broomstick. With a two seat leather seat for comfortable riding. Wood made out of rose wood and zinc metal. The zinc symbolizes. Rosewood is known for being a strong, heavy, & richly hued wood. Rose wood is known for love, knowledge, psychic work, healing, compassion, fertility and protection of loved ones. The handle was made out of hickory wood. Hickory wood is a coarse textured, hard, & shock resistant wood. The broomstick came with holsters for the guns that he/she/they use as a gun witch. End of the broomstick was made out of sodalite. The sodalite symbolizes wisdom, peace, healing, divination and intuition. Etched into the broomstick is a pentagram. The entire length of this staff has been carefully painted with intricate patterns. Leaving only the handle untouched which has been decorated with an ancient text carved into it. The bottom ends in a skull-shaped decorative piece made of obsidian and has been decorated with glowing orbs that orbit around at gentle speeds at all times. The top is made out of unique wood and has been crafted into a lantern-like shape. Which has been decorated with several floating crystals. Crystals that are gently floating round and round in an almost hypnotic fashion. He/she/they have built into the broomstick a magical Gatling gun. He/she/they also can also use the gun witch broom to fly as a flying broomstick. It has comfortable two person seating with a seat made out of dragonhide leather. It has six rocket thrusters.

Weapons:

He/she/they were a knight, a knight corporal, & a knight sergeant. The melee weapon he/she/they used was a rapier. The ranged weapons she/they used were a flintlock rifle with a bayonet and a flintlock pistol with an ivory and steel grip.

He/she/they were a knight sergeant, a knight lieutenant, & later a knight captain. He/she/they were a paladin, a star paladin, & a grand paladin. The melee weapons he/she/they used was a saber and cutlass. The ranged weapons he/she/they used were a magical triple barreled flintlock rifle with a bayonet and a magical quadruple barrel flintlock pistol with an ivory inlay and willow grip.

He/she/they were then a knight commander and paladin commander. The ranged weapons he/they used were a long triple barreled heavy musket with a steel barrel, a mahogany wooden stock, and an oak wood grip. They also used an engraved elegant triple barrel ivory plated dueling pistol (with a walnut grip and silver inlay) and an engraved ornate ivory plated triple barrelled flintlock pistol (with a gold inlay and cherry wood grip). The melee weapons he/she/they used was dual wielding short swords.

He/they were then the knight and paladin chapter master. The weapon she/they used was a brass plated engraved heavy double barreled blunderbuss with a cherry wood grip, a full wooden stock, & a golden barrel. The weapon they used was also an engraved four barreled flintlock pistol with a (with an expanded ivory and cypress grip and elegant roundel). The melee weapon he/she/they used was a one handed long sword and shield.

She/they were an elder of a paladin and knight order. The weapon he/they used was a double barreled arquebus with an engraved metal grip and a pistol with a walnut grip and gold inlay. The melee weapon he/she/they used was a two handed zweihander greatsword.

He/she/they as an adventurer of an adventuring guild and guild member of a guild order are a magic user and fighter. She/they is an arcane swordsman and esoteric gunslinger as a fighter. His/her/their weapons as a fighter are a magical lever action repeating rifle, a magical Gatling gun, and two six shot magical revolvers.

He/she/they as a fighter were a mercenary, bounty hunter, & private soldier of a mercenary company Timber Wolf. The weapons he/she/they used were a magical semi automatic carbine with scope, a magical machine gun, magical sniper rifle, a magical sub-machine gun, & a magical semi automatic pistol.

He/she/they as a fighter was a black ops and spec ops soldier for the Federation of Aehinara military. He/she/they as a fighter was a general of the Human Federation military. The weapons he/she/they used were a magical assault rifle, a magical pump action combat shotgun with drum magazine, a magical machine gun with drum magazine, & a magical sniper rifle.

He/she/they also use a wood elf traditional composite bow and arrow, a High Elven compound bow, & a Dark Elf crossbow.

The High Elven compound bow is made from excellent quality redwood with crystal grip. It has an insignia engraved on one side. The string is made from sinew and is very strong. The arrows are made from the rarest oak wood. Each arrow is tipped with diamond arrowheads and fletched with hippogriff or griffin feathers. The quiver is made of purple leather with topaz trimmings and a purple leather strap. Its main effect is that the arrows never miss. The secondary effect is it can never be used by anyone else except from the owner. It was forged by high elves. It is wielded by Homo magi. Its alignment is true good. This solid compound bow has been remarkably constructed of long-lasting ipe wood. Its string is made from. It's a fairly common material around these parts of the world. The limbs have been decorated with golden, silver, brass, & iron rings and end in long points shaped like tusks. The handle is wrapped in soft silk and decorated with small sapphire, ruby, amethyst, emerald, & diamond gemstones. The sizable quiver is made from woven chimera fur and is supposed to be worn around the archer's belt. The outer side has been decorated with phoenix bird feathers, which may be purely decoration or might have a meaning. In the hands of an expert archer this bow is capable of firing arrows up to 252 meters while still retaining lethal power.

The dark elven crossbow is made from excellent quality oak wood. It has mysterious engravings across it. The looped string is made from rawhide and has retained its shape well. The arrows are made from the rarest ebony. Each crossbow bolt is tipped with a sapphire arrowhead. Each bolt is fletched with phoenix, thunderbird, or rain bird feathers. The quiver is made of ivory with diamond trimmings and a yellow leather strap. Its alignment is lawful neutral. It was forged by dark elves. It is used by magical humans. Its quirk is that it changes its wielders alignment to match its own. It was created to protect and defend. This excellent repeating crossbow has been remarkably constructed of a fine sample of yew wood. Its string is made from splendid alicorn horsehair, it's a fairly uncommon material around these parts of the world. The limbs have been decorated with griffin and hippogriff feathers and end in curves ornamented with flowers. The stock is wrapped in ebon and decorated with gilded linings. The sizable quiver is made from soft hide and is supposed to be worn around the archer's belt. The outer side has been decorated with armored plating. In the hands of any archer this bow is capable of firing arrows up to 179 meters while still retaining lethal power.

The wood elven composite bow is made from the rarest maple with a walnut grip. It has complex engravings etched into it. The reverse-twisted string is made from hemp and is strong. The arrows are made from excellent quality mahogany wood. Each arrow is tipped with a cherry arrowhead and fletched with eagle feathers. The quiver is made of chimera fur with diamond trimmings and a yellow leather strap.

He/she/they as a magic user dual wields two Indigenous magical human wands. He/she/they also use a Homo magi scepter, witch’s broom, & a magical human magic staff when controlling magic.

The magical human staff. It is 70 inches long. It is octagonal. It is made of excellent quality silver and the rarest gold. It is decorative. It is gently decorated. It is light-weight.

He/she/they as a fighter are an arcane swordsman who dual wields short swords, uses a longsword and a shield, or a two handed great sword claymore.

As a war wizard, battle mage, gun witch, & battle sorcerer he/she/they also carry two Goblin knives or daggers tied to their belt, fusion weapon (of a High Troll battle axe, High orc club, & dwarven war hammer) tied to their right hip, an Indigenous magical human spear, a High Elf rapier longsword tied to their left hip, and a magical human claymore greatsword tied to their back.

Indigenous magical human spear. The diamond-shaped permanently sharp head is bound to the shaft made of the rarest redwood with an elaborate eye-catching metal sleeve. It is highly decorated and is tied with eagle feathers.

Magical greatsword made out of thunderbolt iron from a magic meteor. The meteoric ore is a black metal so the blade of the thunderbolt iron sword is black. The blade is incredibly strong and super light. The sword itself is enhanced with esoteric and arcane magic.

Cold iron longsword. Used to kill supernatural and paranormal animals, monsters, creatures, beasts, & beings.

High Troll battle axe, Dwarven war hammer, & High Orc war club fusion weapon. It is made out of divine iron, heavenly bronze, & celestial steel. Its look always appears to be shining as if in sunlight. It is a weapon created by warlords. The weapon’s main effect is it prevents all other magic from being used nearby. It was created by clerics and seers. Its fame is legendary. It draws its power from its wielder's fighting spirit. Its look is covered in engravings. Its fame is somewhat famous. Its quirk is it talks. It was created on another plane. It was created to slay a demon lord. The large marble hammer head is an octagonal prism. It has an insignia engraved on one side. The opposing end tapers off into two 2 inch/5cm long prongs. The jade axe head has a narrow, eagle head edge, and has an insignia engraved on one side. It comes with a turquoise leather-bound grip and a redwood handle. It is neither too light nor too heavy. It is perfectly balanced.

A two handed claymore. It is made out of celestial steel. It is a solid black blade. Its look is like it is perpetually wreathed in darkness. Its fame is considered mythical. Its quirk is it was once part of a divine war. It was created in the fires of hell by its first wielder who was a fallen paladin and dark knight. It draws its power from its wielder's ambition. The weapon's main effect is it creates walls of flame made out of demonic hellfire. The weapon's secondary effect is it summons evil creatures such as demons, succubi, incubi, ghosts, & zombies to assist the wielder in combat. It is sentient. Its restriction is it needs to draw the blood of opponents to be resheathed. Its quirk is that it is haunted by spirits of past wielders. Its alignment is chaotic evil. It is wielded by damned souls.

Fire basilisk fang dagger. A curved dagger. The heavy 6 inch/15cm blade has a very sharp wide edge. It has complex engravings inlaid in silver. It has a fancy guard, a crimson leather-bound grip, & a spherical pommel. The dagger has a fancy scabbard with delicate patterns etched across it.

Armor:

As a knight and paladin he/she/they wear power armor like heavy class full plate armor. The heavy class armor is made out of mithril, orichalcum, & black adamantine. The heavy class paladin-like heavy class plate armor is gold and sapphire. The combat armor they wear has a closed helmet with a visor, a gorget (that protects the chest), a bevor (protecting the lower face, neck, chin, & throat), a breastplate or chestplate (that protects the torso), a backplate, pauldrons (that protect the shoulders), a plackart (that protects the lower half of the torso) a cuirass (that protects the front of the torso), a culet (that protects the small of the back and the buttocks), couters (that protects the elbows), poleyns (that protected the knees), faulds (to protect the waist and hips), gauntlets (that protects the hands to the forearms), gardbraces (to protect the armpits), vambraces (that protect the forearms to the elbow), sabatons (that protect the foot), cuisses (to protect the thighs), a steel tassat (that protect the groin, upper thighs, & pelvis), & greaves (that covered from the shin to the knee).

As a fighter he/they wear chain mail heavy class armor. The plated chainmail armor is gold, storm gray, & obsidian colored.

As a magic user who is a battle mage, war wizard, battle sorcerer/battle sorceress and gun witch he/she/they also wears a wizards hat, forest green grand magister robe, and a royal blue mage cloak over light class terra cotta and scarlet studded leather armor.

Magical Heavy Assault Heavy Class Combat Armor with Magical Combat Armor Helmet.

Magical Heavy Assault Shock Trooper Heavy Class Power Armor with Magical Power Armor Helmet

Magical Mech Suit

Magical power armor. Magical mech suit. Made out of mithril, adamantine, & orichalcium. It is powered by oil, steam, gas, & electricity. It is powered by aether, nether, & ether. It has an aether, ether, & nether reactor core. The power armor and mech suit is collapsible. It can collapse into a suitcase for easy storage. When transformed this way the armor is indistinguishable from a normal suitcase and weighs 1/3 its normal weight. It is highly customizable and upgradable. Underneath the magical power armor and magical power armor helmet they wear a ruby armored jumpsuit with black metal plates accented with zippers and metal clasp pieces. They wear this under a painted and polished metal alloy jet black magical metal reinforced polymer heavy assault combat armor with a painted and polished metal alloy magical metal black reinforced polymer combat helmet. The magical metal combat armor and magical combat helmet is upgraded with the upgrades of being sleek, being cushioned, being deep pocketed, having asbestos lining, being aerodynamic, being muffled, being lead lined, being dense, being custom fitted, & being padded. The magical power armor it has upgrades of having an arcane visor, flame projector, lightning projector, lightning channel, force blast, sun cannon, accelerated movement, reinforced armor, hydraulic bracers, optimized bracers, kinetic servos, reactive plates, overdrive servos, sensor array, sentient armor, artificial guidance, active camouflage, cloaking device, matrix overlay, emergency protocol, core assembly, explosive vents, force accumulator, mechanical enhancement, optimized servos, reactive plating, ether reactor, internal database, medical pump, heads up display, head lamp, recon sensors, targeting hud, virtual interface, integrated attack, iron muscle, power slam capacitor, iron grip, power fist, impact gauntlet, explosive gauntlet, martial grip, phase engine, heavy plating, motion assist servos, flight, rocket boots, jet pack, phase suit, & sealed suit. The power armor suit comes with thermal coating, explosive shielding, & titanium plating. It is resistant to fire, lightning, cold, acid, & necrotic damage. The magical mecha suit’s secondary weapons are two 7.76 mm Gatling miniguns, two 12.7 mm heavy machine guns, two 5.56mm medium machine guns, two portable 40 mm grenade launchers, & two portable missile silos. Its main weapon is a portable magical Tesla coil electromagnetic railgun. This masterwork crafted power armor suit is of legendary rarity. This masterwork mech suit is of rare rarity.

Shields:

He/she/they were a knight, a knight corporal, & a knight sergeant. The shields she/they used were a targe style shield, parma style shield, buckler style shield, & target style shield

He/she/they were a knight sergeant, a knight lieutenant, & later a knight captain. He/she/they were a paladin, a star paladin, & a grand paladin. The shields he/she/they used were a heater style shield, round style shield, wankel style shield, oval style shield, & Rodache style shield 

He/she/they were then a knight commander and paladin commander. The shields he/they used were a coffin style shield and a kite style shield.

He/they were then the knight and paladin chapter master. The shields she/they used was a war door style shield, scutum style shield, & tower style shield

Automotive Armored Bionic Prosthetic Arm: Weapon Mode:

Automotive Armored Prosthetic Bionic and Cybernetic Arm: He/she/they are physically disabled as someone because he/she/they were disfigured in combat during war. He/she/they were disfigured by a magical arcane mithril longsword wielded by an officer of the Homo Magi Empire. At some point in the past he/she/they have lost use and function to a part of himself/herself/themselves. But through study of the arcane and the help of those who have already done so he/she/they have replaced it with an advanced prosthetic replacement. It is a prosthesis that replaces a missing extremity such as an arm or leg. The type of limb used is determined by the extent of amputation or loss of the missing extremity and the location of the missing extremity. Artificial limbs are needed for a variety of reasons where a body part is either missing from the body or a body part is too damaged to be repaired. It was built for them by an engineer, an inventor, a mechanic, several artificers of differing subclasses and backgrounds, & several highly skilled magic users (such as a mage, alchemist, sorcerer, witch, & warlock). It was installed on their body through a team of highly trained surgeons and doctors. Having artificial prosthetic limbs comes with a number of complications. Some of which are minor annocyandes while others can be dangerous if ignored. Due to the constant risk of damage and mechanical failures mechanical prosthetics require daily maintenance and repair. It is maintained and repaired regularly by a team of mechanics and artificers. The automotive armored prosthetic bionic arm is upgradable and highly customizable. The prosthetic is linked directly to the nervous system taking electrical pulses from nerves to regulate the many electrical motors and actuators inside the prosthetic bionic arm. It can be moved at will like a natural appendage. This augment functions as if it were the normal body part. These constructs are designed to replace lost limbs if magical healing is not available or if the user desires to have an improved replacement. The automotive mechanized bionic prosthetic arm has electrical motors, gears, & springs. The bionic arm is made with a full skeletal titanium frame with steel armor plating to protect the wires and intricate machinery inside. The automotive armored prosthetic bionic arm moves using synthetic muscles and fibers. It is a fully articulated prosthetic arm with multiple moving parts capable of manipulating even weapons. Once the prosthetic is attuned to its user it will behave and act as the limb it replaces. It moves according to conscious and unconscious thoughts and commands from its user. This was a prosthetic intended to replace lost limbs and damaged organs. This advanced prosthetic replaced and enhanced the lost limb. The prosthetic bionic arm was painted to look like their real biological arm. First perfected by draenei, gnomes, dwarves, & goblins the armored automotive prosthetic bionic arms arms are now built by several master artificers, inventors, & engineers. The bionic arm provides an almost perfect semblance of full functionality but is quite expensive. The recovery time it took for the user to recover from the automotive armored prosthetic bionic arm after doctors and surgeons installed on their body took three to six months. It does not require an external energy source. It has a built-in battery. The automotive armored prosthetic bionic arm is electrical, steam, & gas powered. This prosthetic arm is also powered by small finely cut shining magical ruby, diamond, amethyst, onyx, pearl, malachite, sapphire, jasper, topaz, quartz, & emerald gemstones inserted throughout the bionic arm. The automotive armored prosthetic arm is also a magically enhanced bionic arm. This prosthetic bionic arm is made of steel, gold, silver, electrum, nickel, brass, palladium, titanium, platinum, & copper for durability. However, contemporary technological advancements have allowed certain automotive armored prosthetic bionic limbs to be composed of other materials as to be less cumbersome and more durable than steel in abnormal conditions. Like wearers of normal prosthetics these users are subject to various aches and pains resulting from drastic changes in barometric pressure. However another drawback to full steel limbs are the adverse effects which occur in extreme conditions such as heat and cold. In extremely high temperatures the metals which conduct and retain heat induce great deals of discomfort to the user. Who must remain with a heated metal object grafted to the skin. In extremely cold temperatures the cold conducting metals cause standard oils to cease functioning as well as expedite frostbite damage to the connecting tissue. This prosthetic bionic arm is also made with a weave of chrome, fiberglass, aluminum, & carbon fiber for flexibility. This means that the bionic arm is also made of lighter more expensive alloys that is resistant to extreme temperature changes so the armored automotive prosthetic bionic arm no longer suffers the ill effects of certain extreme heat and extreme cold environments. This is a high quality prosthetic bionic replacement that is made to look life-like (at least at first glance). This artificial prosthetic limb is much less bulky than its counterparts. Since its frame more closely follows the contours of an organic biological limb. The exterior and interior of its chassis is lined with precious gemstones, crystals, metals, and complex arcane engravings. A powerful enchantment provides full sensory feedback to its user allowing all sorts of tasks to be accomplished with the limb. It was upgraded with large glowing red, blue, green, gold, silver, & violet bold magical crystals. The bionic arm comes with a built-in sonar to detect nearby enemies and allies. Some of the more creative and talented prosthetics inventors, artificers, & engineers have been known to include all sorts of devices in prosthetic limbs. Some ranging from helpful tools to dangerous weapons. Including some with questionable legality. Some intrepid amputees have even been known to tinker with their limbs on their own time. However you go about it, modifying an artificial limb requires great expertise and tends to be costly. The prosthetic bionic arm was later weaponized and upgraded with mithril, adamantine, etherium, & orichalcum metal for combat situations as a military grade augmentation. This makes the prosthetic arm built with a lot of durability and so would not break easily even with high output performances in combat.

The prosthetic bionic arm amplifies the impact of their blows. The automotive armored arm exerts massive kinetic force when striking. The crystals on the back of the prosthetic hand and the palm of the bionic arm fire magical beam attacks. The armored automotive prosthetic bionic arm comes with a built in injection system with multicolored serums. These serums are contained in vials that are unknown glowing cardinal, cerulean, emerald, silver, tangerine, gold, & violet fluids that when injected into the bionic prosthetic arm and the biological body that greatly enhances the user's strength, dexterity, speed, durability, perception, endurance, agility, & flexibility at a supernatural level. The serum injection system also has a seperate glowing obsidian vial that when injected into the user through the bionic arm with a time limit of a few minutes turns the user into a controlled berserker. Allowing them to fight at their fullest potential at a superhuman level without limits. It lets them release themselves of all rational restraints in battle that would even make a barbarian goliath jealous. It lets them go into a controlled induced rage mode and combat enhanced mode but without the side effect of a berserker rage. It lets them immerse themselves completely in combat as a controlled berserker becoming a powerful ally for friends and a dangerous enemy for foes. As a controlled berserker they can tell the difference between ally and foe. They can ignore physical damage with pain suppression and injury immunity as if it never affected them and continue fighting past their limits but only for several minutes. It makes them unpredictable when fighting enemies and hard to counter. As a controlled berserker the user’s intelligence is not affected like a regular berserker. However the side effect is the severe backlash when the controlled berserker rage is over. The main side effect is while a user is only able to ignore the effects of pain and injuries while sustained in the berserker state. These injuries take full effect when they come out of the induced berserker rage. They have to heal from the damage and pain on their own with their healing factor. The other is that it leaves the user exhausted for several minutes as they run out of endurance and stamina. These limbs are designed to serve another function in addition to their use as a limb. The prosthetic limb comes with multi tool functions and can be upgraded to include new gadgets with the help of artificers, inventors, engineers, & magic users. These additional functions can be used at will. This bionic and cybernetic enhancement bestowed new abilities to the wearer or improved the user in some fashion. The prosthetic arm is enhanced with aether and nether magic. The inside and outside of the magically enhanced bionic arm comes with hidden runes. However anti-magic fields or anti magical attacks will not disable these magical parts of the augment since the armored automotive prosthetic bionic arm is upgraded with rare and expensive enchanted metal alloys making it resistant to anti magic. Usually these limbs have a concealed weapon. So through the arm the user can summon and banish wrist mounted magical arm blades made out of heavenly steel and stellar titanium. The user can also summon a magical arm mounted quad barrelled Gatling minigun cannon through the runes to be attached to the bionic arm that shoots magical 7.76 mm heavy machine gun bullets. The magical Gatling gun is wielded by the user with a trigger and stabilized with a grip attachment. This makes the prosthetic bionic arm technomagical weaponry. This is a military-grade magitek weapon. This prosthetic arm when not in use is usually hidden away in a medical sling. This masterwork crafted arm is of mythical mithral rarity. The automotive armored prosthetic bionic arm has been described as intricate, sleek, baroque, surrealistic, serpentine, circuitrois, vitric, neoteric, gleaming, lucent, ensorcellment, & emblazoned.

The automotive armored prosthetic bionic arm also comes with two armored arm gauntlet power fists. These armored arm gauntlet power fists are spray painted scarlet, gold, sapphire, shamrock, alabaster, & obsidian. These arm gauntlets are made out of mithril, darksteel, runite, uru, dark metal, orichalcum, chronoton, silverstone, saronite, adamantine, lerasium, netherite, & etherium. The arm gauntlets can be used to lift heavy objects like they are nothing. The arm gauntlets can be worn using their biological arm and their prosthetic bionic arm. The armed gauntlets come with violet spiked knuckles made out of divine iron, heavenly bronze, thunderbolt iron, stellar titanium, stygian iron, imperial gold, cold iron, & celestial steel to bludgeon enemies with unarmed attacks. The arm gauntlets also can be equipped with diamond tipped titanium claws modification for slashing enemies with metal claws. The armored arm gauntlet power fists were also implanted with fragments of celestials and infernals such as defeated demons and angels to allow the user secret upgrades and certain abilities. It is an impact gauntlet, a magic weapon capable of amplifying the impact of the user’s blows. The arm gauntlets each have three built in rocket thrusters installed in the elbow to allow the users to attack enemies with a rocket boosted punch. Allowing them to punch through even heavy armor class power armor worn by paladins. The arm gauntlet can also be fired using the rocket boosters in the elbow as a projectile attack. The arm gauntlets come with built in canisters that when used allows the user to use fire, lightning, explosive, toxic, & cryogenic attacks to explode, electrocute, incinerate, poison, stun, & freeze enemies. These power fists are what control and manipulate his/her/their suit of magical paladin heavy assault heavy class armor power armor. These power fists are what control and pilot his/her/their magical mech suit.

Training:

He/she/they were the apprentice, initiate, aspirant, and squire of two knight commanders. He/she/they were a knight, a knight corporal, & a knight sergeant.

He/she/they were a knight sergeant, a knight lieutenant, & later a knight captain.

He/she/they were a paladin, a star paladin, & a grand paladin.

He/they were then the knight and paladin chapter master.

She/they were an elder of a paladin and knight order.

He/she/they as a fighter were a mercenary, bounty hunter, & private soldier of a mercenary company Timber Wolf that worked jobs all over Esisio.

She/they is a warlord who is in control of a city state for territory.

He/she/they graduated from the guild academy as a B rank adventurer and an A rank guild member. He/she/they as an adventurer of an adventuring guild and guild member of a guild order are a magic user and fighter. She/they is an arcane swordsman and esoteric gunslinger as a fighter.

He/she/they started out as an independent B rank adventurer and an A rank guild member after leaving their own guild order and adventuring guild that he/she/they joined as a C rank member. He/she/they were looking to start his/her/their own guild order of guild members to go on quests for missions. He/she/they were also looking to start his/her/their own adventuring guild of adventurers going into dungeons during raids for loot.

He/she/they as a fighter was a black ops and spec ops soldier for the Federation of Aehinara military. He/she/they as a fighter was a general of the Human Federation military.

He/she/they were the apprentice of a grand sorceress and a grand magician.

He/she/they had many apprentices as an imperial alchemist traveling the giant planet Kaishi.

He/she/they as an arch mage and master wizard worked at a magical tower The Mysterious Spire that was home to the magical council and magical government of magic users. The magical tower has an extensive library of parchments, scrolls, tomes, & grimoires.

He/she/they as a great warlock and supreme witch also worked at the magical tower the Brilliant Obelisk that is home to an entire magical community of magic users. The magic tower has an immense laboratory for alchemists to brew, concoct, & stew elixirs, potions, antidotes, brews, & concoctions.

He/she/they as a S rank magic user are a tenth circle magic user specializing in tier zero to tier five magic.

Norwood Family:

His/her/their noble and old family of Norwood is a noble house who made their fortune in magic. Their trade and interest is in magical research, creation of magical tools, mage schooling, selling of magical items, & forging of magical equipment (weapons, armor, & shields). His/her/their family’s alignment is good and neutral. Their resource limit is 100,000 gold. Their membership is eighty nobles. The heraldic symbol of the House of Norwood is of a Hellhound. The colors of the noble house are sapphire, gold, & silver. The Noble and Old House of Norwood has large land holdings. Controlling a large domain of land means power, control, influence, assets, and stature. The family seeks to increase their land holdings and reclaim lost land from rival families. The family has several heirlooms such as a sword that was a gift from an ally sovereign, a wand passed down from the first magic user in the family’s bloodline, the remains of the family’s first elder, & letters and ledgers. Heirlooms are an important part of a family’s power base. So reclaiming and protecting lost heirlooms is an important priority.

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