Chapter 10: Act 2. Intermission Chapter

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As Andrew is having most shameful moment of his life , lets look somewhere else. 

Have you ever thought , how similar are houses of bachelor and divorcee ? You would be right , if you say that in first case its lack of women's touch in some areas . But what about differences ? And what if we look at the question more philosophically ?

House of bachelor is an embodiment of chaos. Usually , everything is a mess . Some places are just a dumpster . But if we look closer there is still some ephemeral logic in position of all things inside . Chair hidden under closes which hangs on him , mistery of the lost second sock ( which could be found in most unexpected places) , never ever used iron , gigantic pack of napkins near the PC and bed ( really rarely used to wipe runny nose ) , stacks of empty boxes from pizza... One and only bathtowel used for every part of the body. Biggest stash of cup-noodles in kitchen and etc. Well , most of you know what I'm talking about.

 Even in most horrible examples , their housings are brimming with life.

Unlike house of a ex-husband . It could be squeaky clean but... If any word comes to mind after visiting such house it will be one of such as "decay" , "stagnation" , "ruin". 

Just like Brian's . His house now is just an empty shell of what it was once.

Big white house is now surrounded by unkempt lawn. Massive shoe-rack  with several pairs of shoes looks almost empty . Windowsills became cemeteries , with graves of withered flowers in colourful pots . Dust reigns supreme everywhere. Bathroom with many empty shelves and miriad of towels. Kitchen with untouched utensils , and bottles of strong alcohol standing here and there. 

Brian , owner of the house is now sitting on the chair in only room which still keeps signs of life - his parlour. Before him is a lavishly decorated table with exquisite food and expensive wine. Half lit magic circle is drawn in the middle of the room.

Brian's eyes are vacant right now . In his mind, for who knows which time, is being replayed memories of his previous life. Life with her. 

In some moments , he sees how they met . In other , he remembers their talks about their previous mortal lifes. Their first date , first night . Then , in his memories appears their new neighbor , geeky but energetic woman . He remembers how they became acquaintances , how she became her friend . How many times their parties ended in mess. He recalls how two adult women squealed like little girls , watching anime on TV. Then, he remembers how it all ended. Unlocked front door , clothes trown off in the corridor. His surprise , when he saw bra and panties among them . He comes in the bedroom . Their bedroom ! His shock , when he saw them both , in bed , connected to each other with big black plastic thing . He will never forget his feeling of disgust when Otaku offered to join them , or when his Ellen begged to forgive her. In the end he couldn't understand , what he expected from a mere clone.

"Heh. Ha . Ahahaha. Ugh..."

His laugh was interrupted by a new wave of pain. Not mental , but physical scorching pain , inflicted to him by uninvited guest ,  whom he hates with all his being. 

"Otaakuuu!!"

"What ? Have your mind finaly cleared ? Then answer me , what have you done this time" she says , while pulling out a syringe from his vein . 

"I... have nothing... to tell you..." 

He would gladly punch her in the face , but it is impossible to do with his hands tied to the chair

*slap*

"Bullshit. I will never believe that it's just coincidence , that I can't see him in MY world. Especially , after he was in company of such small-minded man. And that man is you , Brian."

"Ha-ptoey " Brian finds nothing better than to spit at her as an answer.

Otaku takes a deep breath , wipes her face with a sleeve of her hoodie and then pulls out a half-liter plastic bottle from her backpack , which was lying nearly.

"Brian, Brian , Brian... In such moments, I'm glad that I was born as an angel." she opens the bottle " And you know , what we angels will never lack ? Dind-ding , right answer . It's holy water . " with such words , she pours what was inside the bottle over his head.

"Urrrggguaahhhh!!!"

Along with his screams room is filled with sizzling sounds. Reacting to water , skin of his face is being covered with blisters and part of his hair peeled off . Then stumps of his once majestic horns light up and regeneration kicks in.

"Heeh , they still work,  even after I broke your horns so long ago . It is such a mystery, that such a scum like you is gifted with such strong ability. But I'm glad , it means that I can interrogate you with no holds barred."

"Me ? Scum ? Look who is talking . It's you , you who destroyed my life , my marriage . You have stolen my Ellen !"

*slap*

"Yuck..." Otaku shakes her hand , because bits of Brian's skin stuck to her palm. "You now have no right to call Ripley by her name , after what you have done . Should I remind you , why exactly I broke your horns ? "

After her words , Brian's expression changes

"I tried to fix her..."

"Fix ?" *smack* "Her ?" *smack* " You , fucker , kidnapped her , cut up her stomach , pulled out her intestines and almost fried up her brain with electroshock " *smack* "Stop kidding me . And what did you tried to fix ? Her , or your marriage ? "

After a pause demon looks on his tied legs and answers

"Both" 

Otaku pulled Brian's head by his hair , then grabbed his cheeks to look into his eyes with cold smile. 

"Nice joke. Just like your "love" or your "marriage" . The only one , who should be fixed is you . Do you want to know why ? No ? But I'll tell you anyway . For you Ripley was just an accessory . An atribute of successfull attorney . You thought that people around you would see a demon with wife as a good man , nothing more than that . You did give her "relationships" , but didn't give to her "warmth" which she seeked so much . You did give her a "house" but couldn't give her "home". For you , love equals to possession , and marriage is a sign of ownership. Ripley wanted something else and found it by being with me."

"Shut up , shut up , SHUT UP!!!"

"Sure , just tell me what have you done . Why Andrew is disconnected from me ?"

"Fuck. You."

Otaku let go his head with exhale and pulls another bottle from her backpack. 

"You are so stupid Brian , uh-huh , not smart . You should understand that I don't care about your attempts to make my life harder or about Andrew , for me he is just a tool. Buuuut. I have already got many subscribers which paid really big money to follow his life in my world. And I can't dissapoint them . So, be a good boy , because otherwise I will make you feel bad . Really , really bad . " 

Otaku takes the previously used syringe and fills it with holy water from plastic bottle , then shows it to Brian. Imagining what will happen to him next , his face pales.

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"I'm counting to three and then ... "

Her words are interrupted by bright lights coming from a magic circle inside the room. It glows for twenty seconds then dies out.

"Uahahaha. It's too late Otaku , I have won . Soon , very soon you can forget about your crazy world. In some ways we are similar , bitch . For me , just like for you , that mortal is a tool . No , he is a vessel from which it all starts. He is my "Prometeus"."

"What does it mean ?"

"Oh , my bitchy angel doesn't understand ? Ask your slut at ho..."

Without waiting for the end of his speech , Otaku stabs his neck with syringe and injects holy water into his bloodstream.

While Brian howls like wolf put on fire , she pulls out a satellite phone from a backpack and makes a call.

"Hai , hai , Otaku-sama ! Any good news for me ?"

"No , I need your help ."

"Moou , I can't hear you with these screams . What's going on there. 

" Wait a minute . Pi piru piru piru piii "

In her hand appears spiked club with which she blows Brian's head off. Finally , he met his end.

"As I was saying , I need your help . "

"Suuure , but you know that I dont work for free "

"What do you want ?"

"Naruto . New season ."

"Impossible , that story has come to the end"

"Then bye-bye"

"Wait ! Give me a minute , stay on the line "

Otaku puts his call on hold and makes another one.

"Yes , my goddess "

"Kishimoto , I need new season about ninjas"

"Please , no . Goddess , this series existed for too long . At most we can make a new film ."

"Shush , "Sazae-san" has 7700+ episodes and still goes on. Be like Shaya , just do it ."

"Touche , well maybe I can create something about their children ?"

"That is better than nothing. You know that I'm tired of Naruto too . Naruto-shmaruto , boooring. Oh , let this shit be named Boruto.

"Okay, my goddess."

"And fillers , the more the better "

"Fillers ? I'm on it "

"Love you , bye"

She ends the call , takes a couple of breaths , then continues the first call.

"There will be new story , mainly about their children . Good ?"

"Muuuuu , fine . But then I send batch of clones ? They are not adjusted yet. Deal ?

"Deal . I will send coordinates in sms later. "

"Okay , will be waiting . Bye"

Call ends . Otaku sees a bottle of wine on the table , uncorks it with teeth and drinks directly from the bottle. After a few big gulps she says.

"It's damn hard to be a deity"

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