Chapter 38

“A room without books is like a body without a soul.”
― Marcus Tullius Cicero

1345 hours, local time
Sunday, 15 February, 2015
The Former Heritage House Inn
Kenosha, Wisconsin

“So, how long are we going to actually stay here, not that I mind. They’ve renovated this place really well, especially to accommodate us,” Charles thought aloud, even as he enjoyed the favors of the twins, Anne and Therese, right then.

“Last time was supposed to only be a fortnight, but we were there a month! I don’t think that we’ll make it on time if we keep that pace, mortal or not. That being said, I don’t think that these people will let us go yet without a fuss. They seem to be ... very fond of us,” Mike concluded, even as he slid in and out of Alyssa Summers, firstborn daughter of the local Masonic commander.

It was very fascinating that A.P. Summers, the Masonic militia commander, was very enthusiastic about his own daughter banging Mike Hawkins, Charles Tremaine, and the other members of the Tremaine tribe. Then again, he was busy screwing Justine right then, and she didn’t object at all to him inside her. Masonic morals were traditionally considered to be much stricter at times in the past, but nowadays, they were a bit more flexible. That was especially true for the likes of Mr. Summers, who had already converted to Havenism. This would certainly frame “Masonic ethics” in a very different light.

As for Mrs. Summers, Alice by name, she was busy getting it on with Hank, even as Larissa Summers, the second daughter of that couple, got it on with Joey Williams. Courtney and Tabby shared Larry, while Chelsea and Helen had their way with Doc, Carrie and Moon enjoyed Arthur Summers, the only son of A.P. Summers, and Marissa Summers got double-penetrated by Simon and Kirk. It was all a part of a massive orgy, of course, done to celebrate the formation of the first Havenite congregation in Kenosha that morning. A.P. Summers was now the head of that local assemblage, as well as the head of the local lodge, the local militia, and of the new municipal government.

“This is likely to be the first stage of the conversion of the Masonic fraternity and the larger society to Havenism and Havenite doctrines. Kenosha is just the beginning. God wants you to stay here for a little longer to help it stick, probably leaving by Thursday or Friday at the latest. You will travel west to Iowa instead of Minnesota, spreading Havenism and Schumacher Syndrome as well as you can in that limited time, and try to pass through that state by the following Friday,” Marcy told them now, even as she joined in the orgy and took on Tim for the hell of it.

“Also, since you’re all immortal in this tribe, God decided that you ladies in it will continue to get pregnant, even if you already are, from this orgy, along with a bunch of others, which will allow the men of this community a fair shot at breeding plenty of ladies, too. God wants there to be a lot of pregnancies resulting from this week, and why the hell not? There will be plenty of folks dying, as there already were. The world basically lost a seventh of its population on Fireball Day itself, that’s one in seven people, which is wild enough as it is.

“Some of those have been resurrected as undead companions or warriors or both, plenty of others as angels, of course, and the rest remain hungry ghosts or whatever. That’s not even counting the people who have perished since then. There has been a lot of violence, after all. Then there were the people transplanted to colonies founded by retired Gods, of course. The world’s population explosion definitely hit the reverse, especially with all of the victims of the demonic attacks in places like Ohio. This war in Wisconsin has seen its population plummet considerably. Obviously, some folks simply fled, too, to God knows where, if you’ll pardon the expression,” Ariel announced his own presence now.