206 Trailing a Temporal Shadow (2/2)

The cracks that are everywhere tell me that I am deviating from the original memory too much.

Since they aren't spreading at the moment, it is still fixable. I will soon.

What did George do the first time around?

I am not exactly sure since I don't really remember every little detail about his life. It is simply just too much to remember, but I am certain that he most likely bangs Pauline in the house filled with cultists.

And yet, they did not do anything to George? That is a bit strange.

Maybe people are right. Satanic Cults are basically just Sex Cults, where everyone just have a huge ass orgies-like ritual.

Actually, that does sound like fun. When was the last time that I have a huge-ass orgy?

I don't quite remember since it is like hundreds of years ago, relatively speaking, of course. I am certain that I did have plenty of orgies though.

Henry and I and a bunch of our buddies have plenty of good time back around the 1950s.

It is all for the greater good, putting our dirty money back into the economy. Into some really hot girls too, apparently. I stuff plenty of women with things other than cocks and sperms.

Good time.

Ahem. Enough about that.

It is quite strange that I do not have any information on this particular Satanic Cult when I met George, but Shield is not that great on all the minor details. Only major ones, and she determines which details are majors and which details are minor.

For most people living in America as well as the rest of the world, that level of information is sufficient, as I wouldn't want to know every pointless thing that happened in their life. I rather shoot myself since most people live a really boring mundane life.

My mother for example.

Her life is pretty boring even if she had a really hard time. That is because her life is not unique by any mean. There are thousands upon thousands of people like here in America. Millions even.

That is just how the world works. People can only be at the top if there are countless of those who are at the bottom, holding up the hierarchy.

Just another reason to why I don't give a shit about morality and what is not. There is no point to pay any attention to that, really.

In any case, Satanic Cults are wiped out by the 1990s, so either this cult disbanded or something really bad happen to them.

I am leaning towards the latter, considering the Black Bible in their possession. I mean was, as in past tense. It is no longer within their possession, from what I can gather.

The book is gone now, and the magical power it contains is probably real.

I should look a bit into this, so I head back into the house and upstairs into the library.

On the way there, I pass by my mother's room. It is not locked, so I can take a peek inside to see what she is doing. Not a creepy stalker or anything like that. I am her son after all.

My mother is sleeping peacefully on her bed. She must have had one hell of an orgasm in order to be able to sleep peacefully like that. Well. Whatever helps her relax, I suppose.

I am sure I can do better than her hands and fingers, but that is for another time.

In the library, I look around once more, trying to see if there is anyone watching me from hidden places in the walls. The house is pretty run down so there are basically holes in the walls everywhere.

Not the glory kind of holes.

Although, that might actually be a good thing. I am so fucking horny right now. I mean super horny.

I shouldn't have spied on my mother, seeing her drenching pussy right between her spread legs. How did I walk away from that, I wonder?

To be honest, it is really hard to get some proper shuteyes with a huge hardon, but then again, I don't really need to sleep, as my power can dispel any fatigue or exhaustion instantly.

I don't think I have actually aged a single day since leaving the hospital.

That is my form of immortality through my power.

My temporal power, I mean.

The Commandment doesn't affect me, so I am probably immune to my own power. That kind of make sense, considering I could abuse the fuck out of it.

The library is eerily silence, so there is no one watching me right now, but they could be holding their breath, just to be utterly quiet. I could just chill around for the next 10 to 20 minutes just to troll them for a bit, but I could just be wasting my time if they aren't actually hiding in the walls.

I don't think they are from my own intuition. I trust my intuition, but I still want some confirmation. It would be super strange to have people spying on me without my knowledge.

Not strange. More like foolish of me.

”Alright. Whoever is hearing this, you will listen, and you will obey me, carrying out whatever I request of you to the best of your abilities, and whatever I say is the truth. Now, come out of your hidey hole, so I can talk to you face to face.”

I announce with the Commandment and chill for a little bit.

If they can hear my voice, they will automatically be fallen under my absolute control, becoming pretty much my puppet just like Pauline. A puppet with freewill, but still a puppet, nonetheless.

But like I have expected, nothing happens. No one is listening or spying on me, at least not right now.

Since that is the case, I will catch some in the act later. For now, I do want to know where the previous owner had left the Black Bible.

A little temporal manipulation allows me to see into the past through a temporal bubble.

It is actually more like trial and error since I would need to know the exact time and place to when and where the Black Bible was.

Since the more time I waste looking for the magical book, the further the cracks spread.

Luckily enough, I can just jump back in time to give myself more time. This is why I do not believe that this is just a memory. I can manipulate time like it is in the real world.

I found nothing in the library after looking through the past several years, as the previous owner didn't bring it up to the library. He didn't spend a lot of time in the library either. Or in his house.

The house is more like a front, really. A home on paper. His actual home is not here.

And since I cannot just trail his temporal shadow outside of the house, letting everyone see what I can do, thus causing a reset, I will have to figure out another way.

But before all of that, I need to get rid of my boner.

Despite reversing time, the boner doesn't disappear. In fact, it is harder than before, as if it isn't really affected by my temporal power.

I guess a curse by the Primordial Sin of Lust is immune to my power.

Bummer, but I suppose I should do what I have planned to do.

I immediately jump back in time until I am standing outside once more, talking to Pauline.

It is exactly the moment when I had asked her about where she is living. Pauline obviously didn't want to tell me the address, but she has no choice in the matter.

”I will see you at your house then, Pauline. Oh, make yourself presentable because we will be spending the whole night together.”