<div class="floatleft">(http://i311.photobucket.com/albums/kk463/jmclark_photo/chip15.jpg)</div>The man who sat in the chair with his legs splayed wide with three women alternately sucking on his cock while complaining that he was being mean and that he should choose her over the other two women, was old. Not physically, but chronologically.<br/><br/>He had been old when man had finally invented the wheel and use it creatively. He had seen the rise and fall of empires and nations so obscure that history has chosen to remove all traces of them. He had been involved with the debauchery of Rome at it's height.<br/><br/>As had several of his kin.<br/><br/>Mankind was theirs to enjoy, manipulate, control, and even abuse a bit. But ultimately, he and his kindred were given the ultimate obligation to mankind:<br/><br/>Protection.<br/><br/>It was from humanity that his power and that of his six 'siblings' got their powers. The entities that they served gained power from particular emotions. In simple terms there were seven great spirits, all gainly power from two powerful concepts. One said to be a sin and the other a virtue.<br/><br/>He himself was the Emissary of Lust and Love/Chastity.<br/><br/>There was Greed and Charity.<br/><br/>Envy and Kindness.<br/><br/>Wrath and Patience.<br/><br/>Sloth and Diligence.<br/><br/>Pride and Humility.<br/><br/>Gluttony and Temperance.<br/><br/>Each 'Emissary' as it were gained power from both sin and virtue. The power gained from the virtue was much purer and much more potent than that of the sin. But the problem stemmed from the fact that as a whole Humanity was grossly debauched.<br/><br/>Since the dawn of the 20th century, his powers had nearly quadrupled then exploded almost infinitely since the early 1980's when the porn industry became much more accepted by the masses. He had also noticed a similar influx of energy from the other emissaries. Each was wallowing in the sin, because it was easier to find.<br/><br/>And all knew of the Great Enemy.<br/><br/>Oblivion.<br/><br/>He had lived so long that he had long since forgotten his original names. For his tribe always had two names. The name to be used by those one loved and trusted, only used in private. And a tribal name which was how one was known to the world. Names were like the skin of a snake. Useful but ultimately when it came time they would be shed. Sometimes quite easily and other times quite painfully.<br/><br/>This 'incarnation' was called Jonothan Bingham. Though most called him simply Jono with the Bono.<br/><br/>As a side effect of his powers, he had been blessed with a rather impressive cock and balls as well as the stamina to put them to good use. So when Chunyang approached, he looked up at her with an appraising eye he studied her and saw the woman in her shadows.<br/><br/>Clapping his hands together sharply, he said for all to hear in the room, “Thank you, ladies and gentleman, that will be all for now. Please leave me and the young lady to some privacy.”<br/><br/>Quickly almost as if automatons, they all stopped what they were doing and moving to other rooms where they immediately took up where they left off.<br/><br/>Standing, he looked at Chunyang and said simply, “You can have your friend join us. The shadows may be familiar to her but I can only imagine that they are quite lonely and cold.”<br/><br/>Reaching out into thin air he pulled out a light robe made of the finest Egyptian Cotton and pulled it around him as he walked over to the barely touched refreshment table. Picking up  a decanter of Italian wine, he poured himself a glass before indicating that they should help themselves.<br/><br/>“Before you try to lie to me, save yourself the headache and effort. I know each of you. I also know why you are here. Also know that even should you use your powers, you have no chance against me. You can try if you like, though I'd much rather talk. The two of you are both unique individuals sharing a rare relationship. One of love and respect, but the way you express it is what makes it so very unique.”<br/><br/>Sitting once more, he waved his hand and they were no longer in a mansion in Southern California. They were in ancient Egypt. Even Yurei would feel the change of time in the shadows. As she no longer felt the nearly ever present shades that flitted through the Void at her Master's bidding. Here the Void was quiet, peaceful, and even serene. There were pockets of instability and madness but they were much fewer.<br/><br/>Jonothan sat upon a divan where men and women walked about dressed scantily, not out of any need to show off or anything but because it was how the men and women of the era dressed. “Welcome to one of the many places I call home. I have been called many things and worn many shapes. Here I am known as Hathor, Goddess of Love, Beauty, and music.”<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.keeleyhazellonline.com/keeley-hazell-pictures-photos/keeley-hazell-1.jpg)</div><br/>Then as if to emphasize his point, he spun around quickly and his form was that of a beautiful woman with long black hair that fell to the middle of her back with large firm breasts, perfect skin unblemished by time or the elements. When he/she spoke again it was not in the baritone he had spoken before but in a more melodic mezzo-soprano, “Just as I have been called many things, so too have I been many genders. The female has it's perks but I have always preferred....”<br/><br/>“The male form.” said Jonothan returning to his previous form and voice.<br/><br/>“I am one of the Seven Guardians. Emissaries of the Higher Plane. We stand as sword and shield against the Great Enemy, which is Oblivion or as a few of my siblings choose, Entropy.”