Chapter 3

December 4, 2020
The White House,
Washington, DC

“So, as you can see, the New Celestial Army has completed the conquest of Hong Kong and Macao. They have fallen, but we managed to get plenty of refugees out first. Still, it’s gonna be very rough for anyone still in town after their capture. By all accounts, it already is. More reports along the same vein as usual. Summary executions galore. It’s getting really nasty over there. It makes the old days of the People’s Republic of China seem more humane by comparison, and that’s saying a lot,” I noted as President-Elect Bernie Sanders met with lame duck President Donald Trump.

Yes, I was present for a lot of meetings in the White House of late, but only if I so wished it. I wasn’t about to let someone else set my schedule, of course. That was my job and mine alone. Of course, I combined my conference with both the incoming and outgoing Presidents with a chance to eat some seared tuna and rice pilaf, along with asparagus, washed down with a fine California Merlot. Also present was one of my wives, U.N. Secretary-General Monica Bellucci, who just drained my balls only minutes before, bent over the Resolute desk in the Oval Office.

“And now the PLA is entirely finished. They captured and executed the top brass, of course. That was especially true for General Xiao Li-Chen and his entire staff ... and family. They were all shot, of course. All on the orders of Wang Xi-Jian, who else? The man has serious blood on his hands, even if he is the puppet and vessel of the Holy Ghost,” Monica insisted, getting nods from both Sanders and Trump as well as myself.

While I ate, I enjoyed the way that Miley Cyrus sucked my cock in the nude, not bothering to hide her purpose, of course. She wanted to taste Monica’s pussy juices on my dick, what else? She also wanted to get me nice and hard, so I could fuck her roughly as well. We were all demons in that room, anyway. Even the Chairman of the Joint-Chiefs of Staff was a demon nowadays, and had just butt-fucked Vice President Elise Stefanik, no less.

“So, planning for this whole business, how much more territory shall we cede to the NCA before we hit them hard?” General Adam Suarez, the aforementioned Chairman and a four-star general in the Army, wondered aloud.

So far, he hadn’t lost his commission for being a demon, and while Trump was still his nominal commander-in-chief, everyone present knew that I was the real boss here. Who else would be in command of a room full of devils, after all? Even the President of the United States had to take his marching orders from me these days. I had even broken the Hollywood, cultural elites at CAA/UTA to my will, after all. No one on Earth, outside of the Celestial Territories, failed to revere me, even fear me, not even in the slightest. They all knew their place.

“Well, we need them to enter and invade North Korea, at least. It will not only eliminate the Juche regime there, but also make reunification so much easier if and when the war is won. It will be a useful diversion, too. While they have to decide what to do with a country that’s already in shambles before they even arrive, we can mass armies on their border, the likes of which they’ve never even seen. Don’t worry. We’ll handle the refugees. We just want the NCA supply lines stretched as thin as we can ensure.