Bob's Memoir: 4,000 Years as a Free Demon Vol. 3
Copyright© 2022 by aroslav
Chapter 81: Launch
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 81: Launch - "Hi! I'm Bob and I'll be your demon tonight." But Bob is not your ordinary textbook demon. He was not imbued with any traits of evil. He's just your everyday, slightly horny, happy-go-lucky (mostly lucky) demon with 4,000 years of history as his teacher. This is the way Bob remembers it happening and he was there! (Tell that to your history prof!) It's a romp through the annals of time from a unique perspective. A little bit spooky. A little bit sexy. A lot funny. Vol 3: Current Era (Mostly)
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Paranormal Demons Polygamy/Polyamory
“BOB. BOB!”
“Huh?” I said groggily. It had been an active and exhausting night satisfying all ten of my new crew. I rolled over and pulled a pillow over my head.
“Bob! Wake up!”
“Bob’s not here,” I muttered and went back to sleep.
“BOB!”
“What?” I growled sitting up in the big bed in the palace. The nine beauties and one man were still sleeping next to me. No one else was there. My little ‘sex slave,’ Angel, crawled up from the foot of the bed and sucked my cock into her mouth.
“Bob, I need to talk to you.”
I’m not completely unfamiliar with head talk. My possessions and my wives, most notably, can carry on conversations with me in my head. But this didn’t sound like any of them. And they should be the only ones who could reach me in Areola.
“Who is this?”
“It’s Issa, Bob.” That gave me pause. I hadn’t seen Issa in 2,000 years, in spite of looking for him all through Asia a thousand years ago.
“Right. Who is this really?”
“Really, Bob. It’s Issa.”
“How did you manage to reach me? Are you in Areola?”
“No. Areola, by the way. I like that name. It suits you.”
“Thanks, but...”
“Just listen up for a minute, would you? I don’t know how much time I have to talk. This connection is tenuous at best.”
“Okay, okay.” I wiggled my way out of bed and gave Angel a quick kiss before I went into the magic room to have a private head-to-head talk with my old friend Issa.
When Issa and I traveled from Mesopotamia to India, we had a great time together, sharing about life and philosophy. He called me ‘brother’ and that made me feel special. We shared a lot with each other as we drifted along in a gentle breeze that seemed to move our craft always toward where we needed to go. He taught me a lot about the philosophy of Buddha and tried to teach me to turn water into wine. That was a disaster. If he turned water into wine, I could replicate his bottle and get the same results. But fill my bottle with water and let me try to turn it into wine and it wasn’t drinkable. I might have inadvertently killed some fish when I poured it overboard.
He couldn’t teach me to heal, either, though he acknowledged that my infinity room seemed to have healing powers and to keep people there forever young. He said it had to do with the primordial mass I spoke of having been created from.
“The Jews just called it mud,” Issa said. “Or if you go way back, they referred to earth and water as being ‘without form and void.’ It might be that the people taken from the natural world to your infinity room are separated from the primordial mass in some way but the people born there are part of your world’s mass. The mass from which you create things in that world.”
I still didn’t understand how the infinity room worked, but I shared the spells with him that I’d used to create it and to open a gateway. He wanted to practice, but there was no convenient container to put an infinity room in, so he put off working the spell until he had a good place to do it.
I was really sad to see him go when he headed up the Indus and I continued down the west coast of India. But he said it wasn’t good for two of our kind to be in the same place for too long. A couple of centuries later I tried to find him and kept finding traces of where he’d been, but couldn’t locate him.
“Let me in, Bob,” Issa said when I’d settled into the magic room to converse with him.
“In where? Where are you?”
“Behold I stand at the door and knock.”
“Oh, Jesus!”
“Your front door, Bob. The door to the swanky mansion embassy in Beverly Hills. Let me in before I attract the attention of the cops or the constant security patrols out here.”
I opened a gateway to the mansion and ran to the front door. There was a shriveled bald man there, walking with a long stick.
“Issa?” I asked. He nodded. “Well, come in. Come in. Let me get us some wine.” We went into my study and I opened a bottle of Goídel Glas’s finest. When I turned back to him, I found a man about thirty, dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt. He looked a lot more like Issa than the old man at the door.
“I’ve been in the country on a diplomatic tour and decided to stop by to see you when I saw your final episode air last night.”
“Diplomatic tour? On whose behalf?”
“Oh, they ask me to come around occasionally because the Dalai Lama is still respected as a leader of Buddhism.”
“You’re the Dalai Lama? Come on. I came through Tibet a few centuries ago and met the Dalai Lama and he wasn’t you.”
“No. Of course not. I was sorry to miss you, though. I only ever serve one lifespan at a time. Then I switch it off to various others so I can go into my own infinity room and have a rest for a couple of generations.”
“So, you did create one. I probably walked right by it and didn’t know it was there.”
“That’s true, but it was too early for us to meet face to face. I was still getting organized. Prester John has always been a little pigheaded about how things should be run. And Mary is still giving me advice on dealing with people.”
“John the Baptizer?”
“No, Bob. That John died. I haven’t raised anyone from the dead. The one time I tried, the guy stunk to high heaven and he died again a year later. I won’t put anyone else through that. John my disciple was the last of the apostles still alive when I finally found him on Patmos. He was near to being a raving lunatic from the isolation. You should have seen some of the things he’d written.”
“I read Revelation.”
“That was just the part I let remain. The rest of his writings were completely off the wall insane. I figured Revelation would give people something to worry over for a few thousand years.”
“And Mary?”
“My beloved. I’d given her directions on where to meet me, so as soon as she could separate herself from the disciples, she made her way to me in India. Would have been a miserable eternity without her!”
“That I understand. Without Nimia, I’d have been lost more than once.”
“You’ve got a treasure there.”
“So, what brought you to see me? You’re not upset about that preacher I got rid of, are you? He was possessed and had no desire to shake the demon within him. Now that fellow was truly ugly.”
“No. You know how I feel about killing things, but I don’t see any way you could have redeemed the situation. I came to talk about your show and what you plan to do.”
“So, you’re a fan, too?”
“No. I just caught the last episode of season two last night. Brutal, but I had to cheer. This has to do with you taking the infinity room—or Areola—with you into space and leaving forever.”
“You want to come along? Bring your infinity room and we’ll sail off into the big black.”
“I can’t. And neither can you.”
“What?”
“You can’t leave, Bob.”
“Issa, I’ve been planning this for years. It’s the best solution. I can finally go into the room and not worry about anything outside.”
“You don’t get it, Bob.”
For some reason, he sounded like Zeus telling me how to keep a palace cool millennia ago. Same frustration.
“I guess not,” I admitted.
“Areola is not in your bag. It’s a dimension of earth that is different, but compatible. No matter how far you send the bag into space, Areola is still here,” he said.
I should have known that. Even when I started opening gateways from other locations, I still thought of Areola as being in the bag stuck in an evidence container someplace in the bowels of the FBI building. Like that movie Raiders of the Lost Ark. Or maybe they’d taken it to Area 51. It just didn’t compute with me that it was tied to earth in some way.
“You can carry around a bag as a crutch, but you can open a gateway to and from it anywhere. It exists in the same time and space as the natural world. It’s you that needs to stay here. Without you, Areola would cease to exist.”
I was beginning to get a headache and poured another glass of wine, which I downed before I answered.
“So, Areola is One with All.”
“And All is Nothing,” Issa repeated. “We can have what appears to be eternal life in our infinity rooms, but in reality, when earth fades back into the primordial mass, so will our alternate dimensions. I believe, however, that attempting to separate and go off into space would separate you from the mothership, so to speak, and that would be catastrophic for both Areola and the natural world. It would most certainly return you all to the primordial mass.”
“Well, shee-it! That kind of puts a damper on things. Our whole intent is to do a live broadcast of our launch into space. The ship is almost ready.”
“Here’s what you do...” For a minute there, he sounded just like Doug. No. I knew Doug was asleep with Avril in a room of the palace.
Issa outlined a plan for me to go ahead and blast off with the crew and everyone, then to just open a gateway into Areola and disappear from the ship. He said leaving a satchel behind on the ship would be a great inside joke. I wouldn’t even need to tell anyone that we weren’t traveling into the deep. No one in Areola would know the difference.
“Knowing you, though, you’ll keep popping back into the natural world for another four millennia, just to see how the human story turns out. That was a nice touch in the show to pop into a ship in an unrelated part of the world and drive the point home.
“I’ve been popping in and out over the centuries to see what happened. That, and I’ve been shopping for other residents for Eden. You must know how difficult it is to find people in the natural world you want to spend eternity with.”
“I haven’t had that much problem. And you have millions of followers around the world. It can’t be that hard to find true believers for your kingdom. Eden, you say? I have to say, it’s more original than Areola,” I said.
“Fitting names for both our kingdoms. You’ve met Christians, Bob. How many of them would you want to spend eternity with? I’ve decided to cut off the total at 144,000. I thought John was crazy when he proposed that number, but I’m still several thousand away. Which brings me to another matter.”
“Whatever you want, Issa. What can I do for you?” I asked.