Judge Not - Chapter 15: Unity (Ff oral)

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Chapter 15: Unity

Our theory seemed to be correct. After Uni, Abby, and I relaxed a few moments, I traveled us back to my bedroom in our new home realm and carefully decommissioned the link between the essence and Uni's spark. I knew even before I began that the connection was no longer needed. The aspect of power in Uni's spark was incorporated fully into the essence and no longer needed to be linked.

I debated whether I should 'turn on' Uni's controls so that she could access her spark the way I had Abby's. Uni's unique power signature was different than Abby's, and I could tell through examination that it had different sorts of controls and dealt, somehow, with affecting density. Whereas Abby's spark was an offensive force, raw and general and as physical as such unphysical effects could be, Uni's was specific, almost delicate. It was simple in its output and I could tell it allowed the controller to change the very nature of matter, sort of like forcing mundane atoms to absorb energy and swell orders of magnitude in mass. I wasn't sure just how to utilize such abilities, or how to direct Uni to do so should we need them, but I felt certain she must have access and learn control as quickly as possible.

Uni felt me turn on her awareness and jumped from the bed. "Eeeyikes!"

"Easy," I soothed her, "don't try to touch it just yet. But you feel the spark now."

"It's like... like... an itch!"

Abby cocked her head, "Dear God, don't scratch it yet!"

I grinned, "Yes, please. Now that you have access, you have to learn how to control it."

Abby jumped in again, "I think I might be able to help, like, I've been sort of playing with mine a little and I think I can help."

"Do that now, then. I need to move on if you can handle this," I replied.

I saw Uni's face go from astounded to hopeful. She asked, "Are you gonna wake Mom?"

Nodding, I replied, "Yes, she's next... I might want to bring you to her if that helps things along..."

"So that means... you and her..."

I nodded again.

"Wow. That's... crazy..."

Abby said, "As crazy as Tera having a wang?"

Uni grinned, "Suppose not that crazy..."

I stood and said, "Sorry, Uni, I know this must be really weird for you..."

She gulped, "It is... uh, yeah... but... do what you need to, okay? I'll... I'll just focus on how to safely scratch this itch..."

- - -

I blinked myself to the room where May was comatose. Or, I tried to. Instead of arriving where I'd intended, everything was dark stillness and silence. Pain was dull in my neck and head, a distant nausea in my gut. I didn't struggle, not sure whether to panic or be patient. I seemed to be in my physical body, but in a nowhere, a nothing-place. I convulsed once, twice, fingers twitching, pain spreading into my forehead. I groaned with no sound.

In an instant, it was over. I dropped to my knees beside May's bed, her sleeping form peaceful and showing no awareness of my pain. Except, what pain I'd felt a split second earlier was gone. Completely. Not fading, just gone. As if wiped clean with a blink. I caught my breath, unsure what to think of the earlier darkness, and stood straight and looked at May.

The woman's shallow breathing was even and easy. I hated having to break her innocent slumber and force her into the much more difficult reality we were facing. Sitting along the edge of the bed, I eased off the bounds which kept her asleep and watched as the woman slowly roused.

"Wh-wh-what?" May called quietly, eyes moving side-to-side. "Tera?"

"Shhh," I eased her, sending a mild calming intention her way. "Everything is okay..."

"What happened? Where am I?"

I knew immediately that I should have had Uni wake her instead. I sent, Abby and Uni, can you pause? I need Uni.

A second later, May's daughter was with us, blinking rapidly as she saw her mother for the first time in my realm. "Mom!"

"Uni?"

They hugged a moment as May sat up, the woman asking, "What in heaven is happening? I'm so confused!"

Uni let out a long breath and looked at me as if for permission. When I nodded, Uni began to explain what she knew, and I only joined in to clarify or offer context. It all spilled out, the time loop, where we were, what was threatening us, the spark and how it got there, even how Uni had joined me and Abby for intimacy just moments earlier.

May was much more calm in her reaction. "My, that is some situation we're in..."

"Actually believe all this, May?" I asked.

She shrugged gently, "No... not really, I'm clearly delusional right now... But it feels real enough... I... I could use some... proof..."

"The sanctuary?" Uni asked.

I nodded, "I'll travel us all there, May. It might be a little unusual the first time or two."

"I puked a bit," Uni admitted.

May pursed her lips, looking at her daughter, "Bring it on."

- - -

May had held her stomach better than Uni, only swooning mildly as the two of us held her a moment. "My, that was odd..." She began to look around at the lush, beautiful hedge walls which I'd decorated with roses of red and white and orange, a small fountain twinkling in the center of our open-air room, two-dozen or so bennu pecking and flapping and cooing softly to each other on the soft green grass beds. "What... is... this... place?"

"It's a sanctuary, a sort of relaxing, refreshing realm. Not Earth," I told her.

May blinked a couple of times and shook her head, "My, my, my..."

She wanted to walk, anxious after being bombarded with so much incredible detail, so we did, heading out of the room and down the hedged corridors, May ducking her head into openings and saying nothing. I'd never really done much wandering in the sanctuary, not for the sake of doing so, anyway, and we were going in directions I'd yet to explore. I reached out my senses to feel for any concerns, but found nothing of interest in our surroundings, so we continued on until we came to a chamber much different than the others.

We appeared to walk through yet another opening between open-air hedge-walled chambers, but as soon as each of us was beyond the last one, we stepped out onto a knobby hill capped with a round, rustic wood and straw hut. It was small, sized to have room for maybe two people to live there, and though rough and raw in appearance, otherwise seemed to be kept up reasonably well. A large barrel near a wooden door held several long tools, perhaps shovels and that sort of thing, and partially ringing the hut was a curved planter box with green leaves and shoots and other signs of intentionally grown plants.

"Whoa," Uni moaned. "Where are we?"

"Still in the sanctuary," I replied, "just in someone's specifically-created place. We probably shouldn't linger."

"Dangerous?"

I shrugged, "Everything is dangerous, but not specifically. It's just sort of... rude... to hang out in places created by other beings without permission."

"Oh, I see," Uni said.

Just then, the door to the hut opened and a young man looked out at us. I couldn't see much of him, but he looked a bit older than me, bronze-brown skin, a neatly-trimmed beard and mustache, and some sort of floppy red and tan flannel hat covering his head. He waved, "Welcome! Join me! I'm just making tea!"

Uni and May looked at me. I probed and found no obvious harmful intentions on the man's part, and figuring that it might help May better accept things to meet someone new with me, I nodded and waved back, "Thanks!"

Closer to the hut, he stepped out fully and opened the door wide. "I'm Unity!"

I nearly laughed but held back, "Hello, Unity. Tera. This is May, and her daughter, Uni."

"Pleased!" the man said. Up close, he was gorgeous. His bronze-brown skin rich and, aside from a few old scars along one forearm, smooth and lovely. His face was broad and friendly, lips pursed naturally, his nose wide and a pleasant angle. Strong cheekbones, perfect teeth, and the lightest brown eyes I'd ever seen. I swear I grew wet from looking him over.

He led us into his hut, which is to say, he showed us where to place our feet, one step at a time. It was something of a setting from a silly fable.

Wall-to-wall were things. Big things, small things, cluttered things. A bed covered in an old, ragged brown blanket. Assorted chairs and stools, none placed, in any normal sense, together. A small table was cocked half-up against a counter, and the counter itself had stacks and collections of small things not well stacked or collected. I saw tchotchkes and papers, stone mugs and glass jewelry. Rags and bundles and sculptures and boxes and I stopped trying to classify all the things which forced us to pick our way through the hut to wherever it was Unity was leading us.

He took us to the oversized fireplace, which was, in reality, him near it, me right beside him, and Uni and May stranded in the middle of the room with nowhere to go. He smiled and ducked, disappearing into the fireplace. I could still sense him, he was nearby, so some illusion was at play, but, again, I detected no traps and followed Unity inside.

The room where I emerged was as delicate and careful as the one before had been rough and haphazard. Light harp music played, candles along the one wall of the round room. Low couches faced each other, separated by a thin-legged table of glass which looked too thin and brittle to withstand an overturned mug. A kettle of hot water was on a tray in the middle, four porcelain cups on four porcelain saucers around it. A jar of what I assumed was loose tea sat next to four balls for holding the steeping leaves. Sugar and fresh cream were available, as were three plates holding jams and cookies, scones and muffins, cheeses and fruits. Even ramekins of what seemed to be clotted cream and honey. It was quite an English layout awaiting us.

"Please, let's sit!" Unity cheered us as he took his spot on one of the couches.

We joined him, Uni and May looking a little uncertain.

"So," he continued, "who are you, anyway?"

I chuckled, "I thought we did that already."

"No, I mean, who are you? I've never seen any of you before. New?"

"Yeah, pretty new."

"Former mundanes, like me?"

I nodded, "Something like that. Earthlings." Adding that qualifier was rather silly, which I realized as soon as I'd let it go.

"Same! How did you come to rise above? Hmm? Above mundane?"

I started to offer up a very sterilized and half-untrue explanation, but Unity didn't let me voice the first syllable.

"I was an accident, you see. Eighteen years ago," the bronze-skinned man said, sparkling eyes drawing me in, "caught one of the higher beings getting a little frisky with this young woman I knew was clearly not into him. Was going to beat his bloody arse, but he zapped me or something. All I remember was I woke up with some really powerful people telling all sorts of crazy things!"

"Tell me about it," I grinned evenly.

"Oh, I will!" While we sipped tea and snacked, Unity proceeded to describe, in detail, the four non-mundanes, none of which I had heard of, along with the exact spot in the sanctuary he'd been taken, who had assaulted him, the birthdate of the young woman, and before he finally paused long enough for us to catch our breaths, had also given us a full history of his family's rise, fall, rise, fall, and then finally rise again with Unity's ascension to the non-mundane.

"That is..." May muttered, "some story."

I asked, "What made you take the name Unity?"

He looked at a loss for words for the first time. It was a rather cute look despite his tone when he finally found his voice. "It's what I do!" he told us with exasperation, as if our inability to glean the inspiration for his name was astounding and frustrating. "It's what I do!"

Something about him was magnetic. I couldn't look away. I couldn't stop contemplating physical contact with the attractive young man. "What do you mean, though? What are you unifying?"

He let out a long breath and muttered to himself a moment before calming, closing his eyes, and saying gently, "I bring people together."

"In a romantic sense?"

"No. Completely."

"I don't understand."

"I can't tell you what it is. You must experience it."

Before I could respond or react, my mind and body were bombarded with a billion points of information, some cohesive like memories, others more like molecular reactions. I held two points of view. We could see everything shared between us. We understood immediately that Unity had shared this experience with hundreds of other beings, each time retaining thoughts and memories and physical forms of all the others.

I thrust myself away, barely able to find the bare separation between my own mind, my own body, and Unity, and was back in myself, alone. My defenses flared up, around me and Uni and May. Still burning, though, was every single speck of information Unity had held about himself, about other beings, and reality as he knew it.

"Fuck," I growled as I understood things more fully, a knot forming in my stomach, "you idiot!"

Unity's mouth hung open and he was sweating, shaking, red-faced over bronze skin. "It's you!" I watched him swallow hard several times, repeating those last words over and over before hissing, "Hossssssst."

Every secret I held, every bit of buffer I needed to protect myself and have a chance to survive the fights to come had been copied by Unity. He knew what I knew. I bound him immediately, cutting off all his access to anything beyond his own natural senses. I felt him reaching out to probe my locks and he knew instantly he could not break through. "Why!" I demanded.

"I didn't know! I promise! It's what I do!"

"You just compromised everything!"

"I didn't mean to!"

I shook my head in anger. Uni said, "What happened? What's wrong?"

"I'll explain later... I need a minute. How can I undo what you did, Unity?"

"You can't, I don't think. I've never tried..."

I pushed my senses into him to find his power signature. It was easily spotted, rather sloppily inserted and quite loosely attached. I considered simply ripping it out, but I wasn't certain that would undo the damage. I studied the mechanisms involved. They were both complicated, in that the tendrils into very specific aspects of what joined were numerous and difficult to track, and simple, in that it was painfully obvious what his powers would do from seeing the design. There was no reverse gear. No undo button. I growled in frustration.

"You're stuck with me, then. I can't trust you on your own."

"What? Why?"

"Because you know everything I know."

"But I won't tell anyone! I promise," Unity squirmed, tears forming in his eyes.

"It doesn't matter. You'll be made to tell. You won't be able to help yourself. Until I can reverse this, you come with me and stay bound."

I shook my head, angry at myself for allowing a brief arousal towards the gorgeous man to cause me to trust him overmuch. I knew better. Much better. It was simply inexcusable.

He began to whimper.

Unity didn't resist when I tried to travel him back to my realm.

- - -

Tristan spat twice before voicing his anger at me, "You cannot take this sort of chance, Tera!"

The two of us plus Theresa and Dad were in a room together. I'd just explained what had happened and why Unity was currently sobbing in one of the bedrooms. "We had this argument, Tristan," I responded, trying to keep my cool, "we have to take chances to survive!"

"But some chances are just stupid! You must assume every being you encounter is working against you. You cannot go out with your defenses down again!"

I grumbled but knew he was right. I let out my breath. "I know... I'm sorry. There's no excuse."

He chewed his words a moment, and Theresa jumped in, "What are you going to do with Unity?"

"I don't think I have a choice. He has to stay here and fully bound."

She shook her head, "As a captive?"

"She has no choice," Tristan growled, "what he knows would give anyone who debriefed him all the keys into Tera's abilities, into her plans, her knowledge. It's all right there. Had Daedalus had this knowledge, we'd all be dead by now and he'd be conquering one realm after another."

"I know," Theresa pleaded, "but he's as innocent a non-mundane as I've ever met. I think he had no idea what he would do in joining with Tera."

"Doesn't matter," Tristan retorted, "there is no middle ground here, Theresa. You know it. We all do."

"He's right," I said, "I don't like it either, I promise you, but for now, until I can release what he learned of me, and of the essence, he must be in my control."

Silence descended. I looked at Dad for his reaction, the man saying almost nothing since my return with Unity. He watched me a moment, "I... I have an idea..."

We all turned and listened.

"I've not been able to figure out the power I still have, right? The time looping thing. Never have gotten the handles on that. But... when you unlocked Abby, Tera... I think I noticed something knew... kinda like... an itch. Something related to my power."

"An itch..." I mused, "that's how Uni described it, too..."

"And Uni, when you made hers go live earlier, the itch got stronger. I'm starting to see something here. Feel something. Like... Unlinking the sparks is letting me feel this thing directly."

"Do they feel like controls?"

"Maybe... it's kinda fuzzy, but... yeah, I think that's the general sense of it... If I could get control... maybe I could... I dunno, find a way to undo that part of time, to replay it somehow... I dunno... Just an idea."

Tristan had perked up, "Risky, but I like what you're thinking. It seems both our current needs are down the same path. Tera must push forward unlocking the other sparks."

"Which means unlocking May immediately," Theresa added.

- - -

"You're fifteen, Tera!" May gasped after I'd very slowly, sitting alone with her in a cozy lounge room I'd created for just the right ambiance, explained what we needed to do together. "How could I do such a thing, even if I wanted it?"

"I know, this is a ton of strange things to wrap your head around, and I really wish we could just ease all this along, but the truth is... we're short on time and... what we must do together... has to happen to help us survive everything."

May's face showed a hint of dark rosiness which suggested she was blushing. "And my daughter, she has been with you?"

I nodded, not offering details.

"That just makes it more unusual!"

"I know. I'm sorry. I won't force you, that's important, but..."

"But you wouldn't mind if I shrugged and gave some minimal consent?"

I tilted my head, thin smile, indicating she'd hit the uncomfortable mark.

"Kiss me," May commanded.

"Huh?" I was so caught off guard that her words held no immediate meaning.

"I need to you kiss me first. I'm not doing things like that without some kissing."

"Oh... yeah..."

The first few seconds were a little awkward. It was like kissing your mom, only, not in the arousing way that I kiss my dad. Like, we were neither fully comfortable with what was happening.

But she softened after slow rolls of our lips and tongues, both of us breathing more heavily. I felt her shudder, then she moaned into my mouth. May pulled back, breathing against my cheek, "Oh, my, Tera... Oh, my..."

I knew were both hooked, and seconds later, her fingers were caressing my naked breasts after I flashed away our clothing. I massaged her thighs and she leaned back on the low couch where we'd sat. Her legs spread naturally, straight dark pubic hairs covering dark-red and brown labia. I could smell her excitement as I worked my way slowly down her body. I sniffed over her Mons, hints of her arousal in my nose, then further down where the warmth of her private flesh radiated into my chin.

I tasted May and she moaned low and quiet, her lips parting, her flesh glistening inside. She was tangy and clean, slippery to the touch. I slid a finger inside her, then a second, rubbing the rough upper parts of her vagina, my tongue slathering in circles and side-to-side against her clit.

How long I ate May's cunt, I have no idea. I leaned up at one point and showed her what I could do with my genitals, thinking maybe she wanted to be penetrated by something other than my fingers, but she declined, saying with obvious enjoyment that she wanted me to be my true self. Not that I was certain what my true self was anymore, but I got the idea and lowered my face back between her legs.

Much, much later, May's hips finally strained against me, rising up slowly over long moments, rolling very gently until she cried out, jerking, her clit throbbing against my tongue, and the woman orgasmed in low moans and lovely sighs, gentle laughter mixed in.

"I must... must taste you..." May told me as I cuddled beside her.

It wasn't necessary, for her to taste me, that is. The spark was ready to be unbound. But I was into it. She was into it. I wanted Uni's mother to taste me right then. I wanted to cum on her tongue.

I did so much more quickly, twice in fact, in just moments. May was gentle but steady, and it was such a pleasant sensation the second time she brought me to orgasm that my vagina squeezed hard enough so squirt out some of the frothy, sticky cream which had been pooling and slowly leaking from my body. It hit May's lips and hung from her chin. She grinned at me and licked up what she could.

I pulled the woman over me and cleaned the rest of my girl-cream from her skin. "Mmm..." I purred as we kissed.

"That was special, Tera... My, my... so, so special..."

"It won't be the last time, I promise," I told her. I hoped we all survived long enough for my words to be true.

- - -

May's spark, it turned out, was somewhat similar in design to the one Uni held, but it's purpose was a little different. Where Uni's spark manipulated mass itself, May's seemed to control a large-scale aspect. It was almost alchemical. She could literally turn a lead atom into one of gold. At first, that didn't seem all that interesting until I realized how doing something like that in the middle of a physical process could dramatically alter the resulting reactions. Change the atoms in material about to catch fire to, for a moment, be inflammable molecules, or change the oxygen near the reaction into helium, and the fire is extinguished almost immediately. Switch a simple sugar into a poison, and the results could be equally dramatic.

I didn't play around with it, wishing to pick Tristan's brain about the various spark powers at some point. I needed to move on to the next spark-holders.

- - -

The rush of doing so left little time for reflection or for focusing on much else. One by one, I woke the other women, and, sometimes having Abby or someone else help me ease the survivor into things, I was able to make love with each with consent from all. Juliet. Yvette. Mira and Keisha. Kylie. Molly. They were in various states of concern and fear, but each had participated willingly, though often after some trips to the sanctuary and meals created by its attendants or long explanations which offered some muted version of what was going on right then.

One was left. Kacy, the youngest of all the girls and women my father had sex with during the time loop. I'd left her for last because I knew it would be the hardest to go through. A true virgin, the only one of them in the group. The time loop had erased what Dad did with her, and Kacy's memories included nothing of the times she spread her legs for him and let him penetrate her virgin hole.

Keisha I'd done before her mother, just like Uni and May, so that I didn't have to battle the older woman over how things would need to happen with her daughter. Keisha had taken little convincing, thankfully, and I hoped maybe Kacy might be the same, though from Dad's descriptions, Keisha was no virgin when he had sex with her, already active and willing to let him put it in her butt with no real hesitation. Kacy had not come to that moment with Dad with any actual experience. It would be tricky, I knew.

Much like May had had reservations, albeit brief, regarding my age, I felt a similar hesitation in myself. It was worse. Kacy as twelve, too young for this sort of thing, really, and nowhere near the sexual maturity of Keisha, who was thirteen and had some experience. At fifteen, I was plenty old enough to make such decisions for myself, but Kacy's relative innocence was a problem in my head and the reason I was pausing after several days of convincing the other survivors to lay with me.

I rested with Dad for a while. The others were in various stages of rest or practice with their sparks. We were snuggled together after making love that afternoon, not long after I'd penetrated Molly with my penis, Dad filling me just moments earlier with a sticky load of cum, some still leaking out of me. We talked about what we knew of the other sparks so far and he told me he was so close to taking the controls of his own power that it was obvious unlocking Kacy would do the trick. He was nervous, but excited.

I'd tried to study Dad's trace the way I had the sparks. It was different, not a complete module like the others, more a residue. I couldn't tell if the trace of power left in my father was placed there intentionally or by accident, at least not by studying it. I knew, from the essence itself, that there was no accident in having it remain in Dad, and it had been used, I thought, exactly as expected. The problem, of course, was that it had been activated as if on a timer rather than intentionally started and stopped.

The trace was as much a part of Dad as my own innate powers, those beyond the essence, those I'd manifested. They blended fully into my father's body, into his flow of energy, both mundane and not. I could define it, in a sense, but it was almost impossible to fully follow everything it might do. Where I'd been able to help Abby and the others take hold of controls and learn how to direct their abilities, I could offer nothing of the sort to Dad. I was more than a little worried about how this might go once he had the ability to access the power again.

And there was something else we'd learned which might apply. There was a limitation we'd figured out quickly in the control training with the others. When the holders used the sparks, there seemed to be a set reservoir of energy available, only so much 'juice' to power up what was possible, slowly refilling over a period of hours. Each woman tired quickly after just a few uses, and any single significant use caused extreme exhaustion. Tristan theorized that the mundane body is not molded to handle such power, and it was stretching it just to be able to hold it and use it now-and-again. He cautioned that pushing too hard could surely cause injury or death. He worried that I would run into that same sort of wall, but so far, I had assured him, I had not.

Dad knew most of what I told him already, but it was nice to sit rather quietly with him a while and just chat. We hadn't had a lot of time for that in recent days, so much to do. So many women to do, specifically. "Have a plan, then?" he asked me while nuzzling my ear.

"Plan for what?"

"Everything. How to win this damn thing and go home."

I didn't bother sharing my doubts about ever going home, at least not in any way like things had been before the time loop started, and told him, "I'm working on it... Getting you unlocked comes after I make love with Kacy... After that... Unity... and then... I get the sense helping Caracus might be worth prioritizing."

"Oh? Why's that?"

"I have a theory. Well, it started as Tristan's theory. Caracus is convinced Fenya's alive, but he cannot find her. I've searched, as best I can, but I find nothing like her signature anywhere easily accessible."

"That's not really a surprise," Dad said, "and aren't there a billion ways to be banished and disappeared like that?"

I nodded, "Yeah, seems to be. But Tristan's certain there are patterns available. That The Paladin has banished others before, that if we could find the traces left in reality of what he's done, we might find a pattern that discovers how, and where, he is hiding those he removes from our senses."

"Traces left in reality... explain..."

I swallowed, "It involves... Time manipulation... I could spend a thousand years trying to diagram all the ways reality has changed after each banishment. Oh, I could do it... eventually... but even gods would not be capable of finding out much more any faster. There's just too much information which is too dependent on other information, other influences, and finding the signature of Fenya's banishment would take far longer than we have, and that alone might not be enough to actually find her. Like I said, I need to find other times he's banished others, I think..."

"Why not just prevent her banishment?"

I pursed my lips, "It... doesn't work like that... Remember, Dad, your loop... had it stopped at any different point, on any of the dozens of nights you lived... wouldn't things be very different? If your night with Keisha had been the one, or Molly, or..."

"Or spending the night in jail after killing Curt... I get your point."

"So undoing something like that... I can't even begin to map all the ways reality would change. The risks to all of us, to everything... not worth it... So I have to use the past as a map instead, a map to find Fenya in the present... err... or something like that."

Dad nodded. "I'm not sure how my powers will help, though... Surely you don't think I should restart a loop all the way back to when this happened, right?"

I shook my head. "No... No, actually, I think it is Molly's spark that holds the key. I'm still learning how to do exactly the same thing with the essence that her spark can do right now." I briefly explained, in more detail than previously, what I'd discovered about the woman's spark, how I knew it dealt with time, but it's access point to the medium through which such powers operated appeared to be a dead end. It held a null pointer, something which had made no sense until I'd been able to unlock it just a bit earlier that day.

"It's null only because, unlike the other sparks, you sort of have to prime it with a configuration. That configuration... I believe it will allow me to move in both space and time, something like, I believe, how the visions were working, but with a more careful observation available. Like the visions, I believe I can observe without influencing reality."

"Isn't that contrary to modern physics? Observing things always has consequences..."

I nodded, "There are layers of reality that modern physics has yet to observe. The visions prove it is possible. I had to focus and use tremendous energy to change the color of Kacy's bathing suit, remember? The shell of the observer is shielded by default. It takes intention and energy to do otherwise. I suspect higher beings do this at times. I'm just beginning to understand how powerful a thing this is. I also suspect very few beings have this ability. Likely only the most powerful Gods. The consequences, should one use the powers properly, are extraordinary and extreme."

"So... I think," Dad told me, "you're talking us out of using my power on Unity... To undo what he learned."

"I believe," I said slowly, "your power is not just a reset button, Dad... Between you and Molly, you have some tricks that I'll need to use to undo what he did... I just need to get you turned on first."

He chuckled. "Well, you did that already, remember?" He pawed gently along my inner thigh and dipped a finger into the ribbon of semen smeared on my skin.

I laughed, "You know what I mean... and you're welcome. Anyway... Like I said... this ability, this set of abilities... We're dealing with powers that, when taken together... I think the essence has learned how to grow beyond itself... My manifest powers... the sparks... what you hold... Using them together... I could learn anything about a being, how their powers work, where they go when they disappear, how immortality can operate in a universe where... on the surface... nothing lasts forever..."

"You could essentially learn every detail of... most anything a foe had done..." Dad mused, "for good or for ill..."

I nodded again, "The ultimate spy, the ultimate voyeur..."

"Hmm... I always did want to see Courtney Cox taking a shower... think you could arrange that after all this is done?"

I chuckled, "Use my powers for evil, Dad?"

He grinned, "I suppose I could ask her nicely first..."

"You do that..."

We grew quiet a moment, then Dad asked, "When will you go to Kacy?"

I let out a long breath and snuggled with him a minute or so before responding. "Right now..."