01-11-2010, 03:56 AM
Jacob looked at the note his father had left him. It talked about how he, his mom, and Z had left to see an old friend. Leaving him with his mothers and sisters, this was not unusual, but as he read he found that now that he was eighteen, he was aloud to find his own lover in the world.
If there was an emergency, then Refia or Angy would most likely be in charge, but for the most part, the letter talked about how Alex wanted his son to grow, and find women in the world. He could not ask the others for help, though he could ask for advice, and to join in if he had already broken a girl. Other than that, the letter became...slightly stranger.
It talked about how Alex and Silvia loved him, and always hoped the best for him. He didn't understood why they went so in depth with this, but he found it heartwarming, nonetheless. While Jacob did not have his father's tentacle power, he had gained some of his mother psychic power, and perhaps would training it would be something to fear. Still, he was young, so his powers were not very strong. He folded the paper up with his mind and slipped it into his pocket.
He still lived in the mansion his father had, the same one he had broken his girls in. By now though, he had upgraded the technology in the place greatly. Still, it was the same house for the most part.
"I better go tell the others," he said, and went aronud the mansion, gathering his sisters and mothers, to tell them about the letter.
If there was an emergency, then Refia or Angy would most likely be in charge, but for the most part, the letter talked about how Alex wanted his son to grow, and find women in the world. He could not ask the others for help, though he could ask for advice, and to join in if he had already broken a girl. Other than that, the letter became...slightly stranger.
It talked about how Alex and Silvia loved him, and always hoped the best for him. He didn't understood why they went so in depth with this, but he found it heartwarming, nonetheless. While Jacob did not have his father's tentacle power, he had gained some of his mother psychic power, and perhaps would training it would be something to fear. Still, he was young, so his powers were not very strong. He folded the paper up with his mind and slipped it into his pocket.
He still lived in the mansion his father had, the same one he had broken his girls in. By now though, he had upgraded the technology in the place greatly. Still, it was the same house for the most part.
"I better go tell the others," he said, and went aronud the mansion, gathering his sisters and mothers, to tell them about the letter.
There is no such thing as a being of pure evil or pure good. We are all created with an equal chance of good or of evil.