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Revelations
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TSU After Dark Extra Scene
By
TL
Reeve and Michele Ryan
Natasha stood in the middle of the
dressing room she’d been shown to earlier in the evening. The ‘dressing room,’
which was more like a museum, had vaulted ceilings with a medieval scene
displayed across the expanse of it. The light sconces, strategically placed
around the room, were made of gold—not gold leaf as she’d first suspected,
giving the space a warm glow. The marble floors shimmered under her feet,
illuminating the veins of real gold inlay traversing the polished surface, and
the antique furniture was probably older than anyone who lived there, her uncle
being the exception.
She glanced at her reflection in
the mirror and frowned. The crimson gown she wore, flattered her figure and
made her feel like a princess, but it was too much. She traced the jeweled
bodice with her fingertips. The real diamonds, not crystals, sparkled. Whoever
made her dress spent countless hours on it. Beside her, a mask layer in a bed
of silk and tissue.
No expense had been spared.
The stylist who’d been sent to help
Natasha with her hair left it down, curling Natasha’s long multi-colored locks
then added jeweled clips to some of the strips. Her makeup had been flawless.
Natural tones to match her complexion except for her lips, which matched her
dress.
Her uncle Yevgeni wanted to throw
her, and her brothers the grandest soiree she’d ever attended on All Hallows
Eve. Little did he know, the biggest thing she’d ever heard about, but never
attended, had been a scenting ceremony.
“This is way too much, Natasha. I can’t...I
can’t accept this.” Greer stepped into the opulent area and joined her by the
mirror. “I’m afraid I’ll spill something on it, or worse.” She wrung her hands;
a nervous habit Natasha realized the human had.
She instantly liked her brothers’
bonded. The girl had a quiet strength about her. She also had her brothers and
Jacob wrapped around her little finger. Greer’s red hair had been pulled up in
a French twist and adorned a bronze fan comb with small sapphires along the
base. Like Natasha, Greer’s makeup had been subtle, expect her lips which were
royal blue with a hint of dark purple. Her blue dress hugged her petite frame
perfectly. Whoever picked out the dress knew exactly what they were doing. The
lace half-sleeves drew attention to the jewels embroidered into the bodice of
the gown. Unlike Natasha’s frock, the skirt hadn’t been gathered and pinned in
place with gemmed designs, it fell in satin and silk layers.
“Don’t I know it,” Natasha whispered.
“Your dress is amazing.” Greer bit
the corner of her lip. “What am I doing here? I can’t be fully bonded to your
brothers until I become one of them.”
Natasha snorted. “It’s a small
technicality. Besides, if you weren’t nervous about being welcomed into our
family, I’d worry there was something wrong with you.” It had been what her
uncle said anyway. When he found out she’d not only mated a vampire but also
two demons, he’d welcomed them all. “You’re going to knock their socks off.”
“Aren’t you nervous?” Greer glanced
at her then back to the mirror.
“Very,” Natasha answered. “At least
we’re all together. Hey, where’s your mask?”
"With the box, my dress came
in." She pointed in the direction from where she'd changed. "Even the
mask is expensive."
Natasha laughed. “Yes, it is.” She
picked up the lacy eye covering. “Tie mine for me?”
“Sure.”
Natasha handed Greer the mask then
turned to face away from her. When the ribbon was tied, she opened her eyes and
stared at her reflection. She didn’t look like herself anymore. The red flakes
in her blue eyes darkened becoming more pronounced and her skin took on a
porcelain quality. The brands on her chest glowed to life, changing her
appearance more so. Who are you?
“Wow,” Greer whispered. “Do they
always do that?”
“Uh...”
“The tattoos.” She pointed to Keiji
and Taichi’s claiming brands.
“They’re not tattoos,” Natasha
said. “They’re claiming brands from Taichi and Keiji.”
“Kind of like the bite marks then?”
Greer touched the one on the left side of her neck.
“Yep. I have a set of those too.”
Courtesy of Maël.
“Everything is changing so fast,
don’t you agree.”
“Yes.” From the moment she left
Blue Creek, her life hadn’t been the same. Cliché, sure, but she felt as though
she’d been on the longest roller coaster of her life and now, she was pulling
into a whole new station, filled with expectations and responsibilities she
wasn’t prepared for. “I think it’s why I’m dragging my feet right now.”
Greer giggled. “I thought I’d been
the only one.”
“Not by a long shot.” Natasha
grinned. “Go get your mask and I’ll help you with it.”
While Greer retrieved her mask, a
knock came at the door. The clip of Natasha’s heels echoed off the walls as she
crossed to it. The rough murmurs of voices had a bit of the nervous energy in
her stomach dissipating. The knock came again, this time a bit more insistent
and she pulled it to, revealing her brothers, Jacob, and her bonded, Taichi,
Keiji and Maël. Their chatter ceased, and six set of eyes were on her. Taichi,
Keiji and Maël stepped forward, blocking her brothers.
The spit in her mouth dried up. Her
heart skipped a beat. They looked delicious in their suits. Maël went with a
simple crimson tie and black jacket paired with tailored slacks, while Keiji
wore a three-piece suit accented in crimson and blue, and Taichi wore a tuxedo
with a blue bow tie and a crimson pocket square.
Their masks were amazing as well.
Each one fit the guys. Keiji’s reminded her of his demon. The red jaw and teeth
covered the lower half of his face, giving him a sinister quality. Taichi’s had
been delicate. Silver and blue filigree formed the outer edges of the disguise
and became a maze of lines and shapes as it grew closer to the eye hole and
nose covering. It might have only covered the left side of his face, but he
looked sexy as hell. Then there was Maël, the vampire went all out with his. In
a way, it matched hers. The black lace had been shaped into a full mask.
Blood-red gems outlined the bridge of his nose and around his eyes. Teeth, the
shape of spades lay across his upper lip, giving it a skull quality. It darkened
his features, making him appear more intimidating than he already was.
She took a step back, trying to
gather her wits. She failed miserably. The guys wouldn’t let her get away so
easily. Lust burned brightly in their eyes, turning the nervous knots tightening
her stomach into clusters of desire. They hadn’t even said a word to her yet,
and she wanted to rip their clothes off and fuck them until none of them could
move.
“I don’t have ties for mine, looks
like—” Greer paused, as though she’d been a deer caught in the headlights.
A vicious growl came from Natasha’s
right. Sebastian snatched her up into his arms. “This won’t do.”
Jacob and Erik were there, crowding
Greer. They should leave. If the intense way her brothers stared at their
bonded was any indication, the poor girl was about to get fucked three ways to
Sunday.
“How do they expect us to get
through all this shit when all I want to do is rut,” Jacob grumbled.
The corner of Keiji’s mouth curled
upward into a devious smirk. “I have asked myself the same question since
seeing Natasha. I am sure we can all find quiet corners to take our fill before
this party starts.”
Someone cleared their throat by the
door. “Sorry to interrupt, but Mr. Nemescu has requested your presence, the
party is about to begin.”
“Rain check?” Natasha gave a
nervous titter.
“You bet your sweet ass,” Taichi
whispered, tucking her into his side.
The weather had been warmer than
she expected. The gentle breeze drifted through the windows still open, kissing
her exposed flesh. Sheer curtains fluttered, casting long shadows along the
exposed rock walls of the mansion. The place reminded her of some gothic
castle, nestled in the mountains so no one would be disturbed. She hadn’t
explored what was now essentially her new home away from home, but it didn’t
feel right yet.
The butler led them into the formal
dining hall where several people already gathered. To her right, a long formal
dining table had been arranged, along with two accompanying tables for guests.
The French doors were open, giving her an amazing view of the grounds. Blue and
red lights illuminated the area, casting some spots in silhouette. Fall floral
arrangements along with pumpkins and gourds decorated the space as well.
When she stepped outside, she
blinked. What in the world? Instead
of the fancy decorations like she’d just passed, outside held a wonderment of
fun. There were a few candy and confectionary stations placed around the area
along with country fair games like bobbing for apples and cornholing. Natasha giggled
then covered her mouth. It reminded her of home. It even smelled like home. The
scent of warm caramel and kettle corn filled the air, transporting her back to
a time when everything had been so much simpler.
“Do you like it?” Yevgeni joined
them. He’d been so quick to do whatever he could to make her feel welcomed and
wanted in the family, same for her brothers.
“It’s amazing,” she said. “But,
it’s too much. You’ve gone beyond welcoming.”
He took her hand, the warmth there,
though he’d been a vampire for more years than she could count, eased her. “My
life’s work has been to find you and your brothers after the tragic death of
your father and your mother. Now, I have all three of you and your bonded. This
is only a small gesture of welcoming you home.”
Heat crept into her cheeks. “Thank
you.”
“Come, let’s introduce all of you
to your family.” Yevgeni placed her hand on his arm, then did the same with
Greer.
The smug look on the man's face
tickled Natasha. When she first saw him, he'd been haggard. Age lines bracketed
his mouth and eyes. His cheeks were sunken, even his hair had been thinning and
his blue eyes were dull, listless. She'd wondered how hard he'd pushed himself
to find them. How many nights he'd gone without just to keep going. Seeing him now,
the once stooped man stood tall, his ruggedly handsome features radiated power
and commanded attention. A glint of arrogance twinkled in his blue eyes. Her
uncle knew his place within the family and he wasn't afraid to show it.
A small group of men and women had
gathered near one of the drink tables. Their chatter had been filled with
excitement and a bit of hesitancy, Natasha understood. She felt the same way.
When her uncle cleared his throat, the group ceased their conversation and
turned to face him.
“This is Natasha and her brothers
Erik and Sebastian.” Yevgeni presented them as though they were Fabergé eggs—a
rarity, fragile and expensive.
Surprise and some suspicion filled
the groups' features. None would make the first move to greet them, so Natasha
did it. "Hi. I'm not sure of your names, this is all so new. All of you
look so familiar like I should know you, but I have a feeling it's because of
my father." Okay, so maybe she rambled. "Anyway, it's nice to meet
you."
“Always so chatty, like Annalina,”
a man said, stepping forward. “I am Vickor. Your mother had the biggest
personality when she stepped into a room. However, she could easily become
hidden in the corner.”
Ouch. She didn't know if she was
supposed to take that as a backhanded compliment or as a straightforward one.
Sebastian stepped up beside her, placing his hand on her shoulder. The strength
he carried within him, always calmed her. Right now, she could feel the power
radiating from him. If she didn't cool the tension, there would be a fight and
she'd hate to ruin everything her uncle had done for them.
“Thanks,” she said, patting her
brother’s hand. “So, who are all of you and how are you related to this
family?”
Sebastian’s touch relaxed. The
anger coursing through him retreated. “Yes, who are you and why did only one
member of our family try to find us.”
Nothing like making the situation
awkward. The women turned their heads while the men cleared their throats. As
she suspected, none of them thought Natasha or her brothers had survived.
Yevgeni had been the only one. She glanced at her uncle who stood tall. His
lips were pulled in a disapproving line and he looked down at those who he’d
introduced them to with such disdain. He couldn’t have believed they’d welcome
Natasha and her brothers so readily, could he?
“I miscalculated,” Yevgeni stated.
“I thought Vickor, and his bonded would be more hospitable for the heir of
Nemescu.”
Vickor sputtered. “Surely you don’t
expect us to fall at the feet of a dhampir, let alone three of them.”
“Sounds like someone is jealous,”
Greer muttered.
Vickor turned his conceited gaze on
Greer, the only human in the group. “Or, one of them.”
“Enough! I have spent my life trying to find our family, and you,
Vickor, have been quite happy to fuck your way through every vampire whore
available until now.”
Well. I’ll take things that happen at a family get together for five hundred,
Alex. Natasha’s gaze bounced between both men. “Looks like mommy and daddy
are having a little squabble in front of the children.”
Greer snorted beside her. “I think
daddy just kicked mommy’s petulant ass.”
Vickor hissed, took the hand of the
woman closest to him and stormed off. At some point the music filling the
backyard had stopped, and, it would seem, all eyes were on them. A thread of
worry filled Natasha. It was stupid to feel such. She didn’t know them, and
they didn’t know her. She shouldn’t even concern herself with their
preconceived notions about her.
Yet, she did.
Keiji, Taichi, and Maël who'd given
her plenty of room to explore her new home and family gathered around her,
offering their strength. She absorbed it. Snuggled into their love and warmth.
She looked to Yevgeni who appeared ready to tear some heads off of those who
might make another disparaging statement about Natasha or her brothers. Her
heart broke for him. He’d given so much. Spent years neglecting himself to find
them, and when he returned, family intact, he was still alone.
“Yevgeni?” A woman appeared at his
side. She wore a striking silver cocktail dress with a plunging neckline that
shimmered in the blue and red lighting. Her blond hair had been pulled back,
exposing the elegant length of her neck. Her creamy flesh was unblemished, no
one had ever fed from her or claimed her. She placed her hand on Yevgeni’s arm
and gave the man a small smile. “Come now. Enjoy tonight. You’ve gained your
family. We should celebrate, not argue.”
Natasha’s uncle nodded. “You are
right, Carolinne. I have been a fool.”
“You’re never a fool.” She glanced
up at Natasha. “I am so happy you’re home. All of you. You've made him want to
live." She placed a chaste kiss to Yevgeni's cheek, then wiped the red
lipstick off. "I will get everything ready while you take a moment to
compose yourself."
Carolinne excused herself and headed
for the formal dining area. When she was gone, Natasha looked at her uncle.
"She is quite lovely.”
“She is. She has helped me through
several lonely nights.”
“She likes you,” Natasha said. “I
am sure she would make an excellent bonded.”
“Someday, for someone, I suppose.”
Yevgeni cleared his throat. “Our meal should be ready.”
“I meant for you, uncle.” She
stopped him before he could walk back to the mansion. “She likes you. You
should...you know.”
“Bang her,” Greer said, then
covered her mouth. “Sorry.”
Yevgeni chuckled as did Natasha’s
brothers. “Perhaps. But, tonight is for you and your family. Come now, let’s
forget about Vickor and enjoy the evening.”
Once Vickor made his dramatic exit
of the event, the night passed with relative ease. Natasha met some of her
cousins, aunts, and uncles. Most were considerably older than her, others were
about their age. All were happy to welcome her, her bonded, and her brothers
and their bonded.
After dinner, while they enjoyed
the carnival-type atmosphere outside, the inside of the formal dining room had
been transformed into a ballroom. Candlelight along with some strategically
placed mirrors transformed the space into a magical wonderland. For the first
time since she arrived, Natasha felt like a princess.
A string quartet settled onto a
raised stage off to the right of the room. They took a few moments to warm up
their instruments before playing a soulful melody. Yevgeni took Natasha's hand
and led her out onto the ballroom floor. She'd never done anything like this
before, however, when her uncle began to dance, it was as if her body knew the
music and swayed with him. By the second stanza of music, her brothers, Greer
and Natasha’s bonded joined them along with the other guests. It reminded her
of all the classic movies she’d watched as a little girl, yearning to be the
princess, and now she really was.
When the clock struck two, Yevgeni
clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention. "Tonight has been long
coming. We have welcomed the rightful heirs of the Nemescu family home and for
the final dance, I thought it only fitting we close the evening with, The Vampire Waltz.”
Once more Yevgeni led her out onto
the floor. The tempo of the music had a sad quality to it. Mournful in its
rhythm, they glided across the floor. She twirled and swayed to the beat. When
her uncle spun her again, she closed her eyes and giggled.
Her breath hitched when the hard
press of a body captured her. His growl of approval had heat rushing through
her body. The only one of her bonded who could make such a delectable sound was
Maël. She peered up at him through her lashes. His gaze was heavy-lidded. A
flush of arousal crept up his neck and into his cheeks. He didn’t say a word to
her, didn’t have to. They moved to the music and as they danced the melody grew
louder, bolder.
Twice more she was handed off to
each of her men. The pleasant hum of desire and need built between them until
she became shaky with lust. Her heart pounded. A tingle of awareness slid down
her spine while adrenaline flowed through her veins. Even the brands on her
chest heated to an unbearable ache.
She yearned for her men.
Thirst for their touch.
When the song ended, Taichi ushered
her from the space before she could say her goodbyes. The trip back to her room
took longer than it should have. They stopped along the way to exchange kisses
and a bit of heavy petting. By the time they arrived at their living quarters,
Natasha was beyond out of her mind with lust. Her fangs popped free of their
hidden spot. Her mouth ached as did her pussy. She could feel each beat of her
heart as a throb in her gums and behind her clit.
The scent of her men drove her
insane. There would be no easiness between them. She needed it hot, fast, and
furious. She wanted to claw their clothes from their bodies. Drink from them
while riding them to completion. Strong arms wrapped around her from behind.
The scent of her vampire enveloped her. He made no move to undress her and she
made a pitiful sound at the back of her throat.
“Shh, it’s okay, princess.” He
kissed the side of her neck then bit down.
She went wild in his arms. Though
he did nothing to stimulate her, she climaxed. The force of it ripped a scream
of pleasure from her throat. She sagged in his arms, gasping and mewling. She
rocked against the hard press of his erection cradled at the cleft of her ass.
He groaned. Maël released his hold
of her but he didn't go far. He unzipped her dress allowing it to fall into a
pool of silk and satin. He palmed her breasts as he pressed his chest to her
back. She'd forgone panties for the evening, remembering how much it turned
them on the night of the match between Taichi and Keiji.
“You’re not wearing any panties,”
he murmured against her ear.
“And you’re overdressed.” Her eyes
fluttered closed as he teased her nipples.
"We're not." Taichi and
Keiji lounged on their bed. Taichi held his hand out to her. "Join us
while Maël gets undressed."
Natasha stepped out of the satin
puddle and went to Taichi. She went to slip out of her shoes when Keiji stopped
her. “Keep them on. They’re so fucking hot.”
Taichi ran his fingers up the
inside of her thigh, stopping short of her aching sex. He did it several times
as she stood before him, ramping up the need inside her. The buzz of endorphins
racing through her system left her a bit drunk on their desire. She leaned
over, taking his hard cock into her hand. He jerked in her hold and a dot of
precum leaked from the tip.
Natasha’s mouth watered. She licked
the tip and moaned. The heady spicy taste exploded on her taste buds. She ran
her tongue over the crest of his erection again and was rewarded for her
efforts. Behind her, Maël caressed her hips and stomach while he teased her
slit with the length of his cock. Her eyes fluttered shut and she moaned around
Taichi.
“Fuck.” Taichi fisted her hair,
holding her still while he fucked her mouth. His body tensed as he touched the
back of her throat. “Waited too long.”
“Hold it,” Keiji said. “Not until
we’re all together.”
Taichi muttered a curse, while Maël
hissed. She released Taichi then crawled up onto the bed. Keiji pulled her to
him, straddling her over his hips. The slow seductive smile tugging at his lips
as she settled over him, had arousal pooling in her lower belly. He palmed her
breasts and tweaked her nipples. His fingertips, plucking the beads until they
were hard and achy. Natasha whimpered, her back arched. She was too hot, yet
goosebumps formed on her flesh as though a chill stole through her.
Keiji lifted his hips, teasing her
slit with the tip of his cock, the curved edge bumping against her clit,
shooting shards of pleasure through her. She rocked her hips chasing the
sensation, needing more of it, desperate for this to last the whole night.
Every time they were together, the bond between them grew stronger. Already she
could feel the excitement building within each of her men. It sizzled along her
senses, creating an enjoyable buzz.
“Sebastian...” The muffled groan
came from the room beside them and Natasha stilled. “Oh fuck... Suck me.”
“Sounds like they’re having a good
time,” Maël commented, wrapping his hand around Taichi’s dick. “Why did you
stop?”
Natasha pressed her forehead to
Keiji’s and groaned. “So weird.”
Her demon lover chuckled. “It’s
hot.”
He grabbed her hips and positioned
her over his erection. Inch by inch she took him into her slick pussy. She
rippled and pulsed around him. The ridges of his cock rubbed her delicate
flesh, twisting the knot of bliss within her. She gasped, shuddering in his
arms as her world shattered. She rode him hard, chasing the vibrations of
pleasure washing over her. She cried out, throwing her back while squeezing her
breasts. She bounced on his length, as her release ebbed.
“Wow,” Taichi murmured.
She felt heat creep into her
cheeks. She didn’t know what came over her. It felt good to let go. To go wild.
To just experience the passion between them. Taichi came up behind her and
pressed kisses to her shoulders and neck. He nipped her there. The subtle burn
of teeth across flesh awakened the hunger simmering below the surface. She
wrapped her arm around the back of his neck, holding him to her. Keiji guided
her over him, his rhythm slow.
Taichi lowered his hand to tease
her rear. His fingertip traced the hole before he dipped it inside her counter
to Keiji's thrusts. He drove her insane giving her a bit more with each pass
until two of his fingers filled her. He fucked her then. The burning pain mixed
with the bliss and added a whole other level to her gratification.
"Ready?" Taichi took her
earlobe between his teeth.
She whined. “Yes, please yes.”
Keiji lowered her to his chest
holding her still while giving her short strokes to keep her right on the cusp
of the passion expanding within her. The first probe of her rear sent a thrill
down her spine. Taichi took his time filling her while Keiji whispered words of
encouragement before offering his neck.
Natasha took what he willingly
offered. She bit down and groaned. The heady taste of his blood on her tongue
was like a drug. She craved him, yearned for more. She lapped and sucked as
both men began to fuck her in earnest. Keiji fisted her hair, holding her in
place. The sounds he made as he tried to shove deeper into her pussy, drove her
crazy. However, it was the strangled noises coming from Maël that destroyed her
control.
She glanced over at him. He stood
behind Taichi stroking his throbbing erection. The ruddy red tip glistened with
precum that leaked freely. Pink tinged his cheeks and his lips were parted. She
could see the hint of his fangs and it turned her on. Her bonded was in need of
some relief as well.
“Join us.” She held her hand out to
him. There is room.
Maël smirked. “I see four willing
holes that could use a dick.”
Keiji growled. "Dirty. I like
it. Which one are you going to use?"
A devilish gleam filled his eyes.
“It’s a secret. Just concentrate on making our bonded scream for us.” He
squeezed his length and groaned. He coated his fingers in the liquid that
spilled from him then disappeared behind her and Taichi. “Mmm, perfect.”
Taichi cried out, grinding against
her. “Oh shit... He’s...he’s...sh-shujin.” Taichi’s fingernails bit into her skin adding
another layer to the thickening atmosphere. The tension between all four of
them built threatening to swallow her whole.
She could feel the pulse of Keiji inside of her
pussy along with the way Taichi jerked within her rear. They were so close to
the edge as was she. She didn’t know if she would survive this. If she could
survive. Maël moaned and let loose with a string of curses. His leg brushed her
calf as he settled into his place.
“What’s he doing to you,” Keiji groaned.
“His cock is so big inside me,” Taichi murmured,
pressing his forehead against Natasha’s back.
“Does it feel good?” She reached behind her and
grabbed Maël’s ass, pushing him deeper into Taichi.
“Yes.” He began to move but sobbed. “Too much.
Feels too good.”
“Let me help you.” Maël thrust. “Ah, hell. I’m not
going to last.”
Natasha clung to them while they worked her into a
blubbering blissed-out woman. She couldn't tell where Keiji started or where
Maël ended. Their pace increased, the tingle of pleasure building in her belly
grew to the point she thought she'd die before they gave her what she needed to
fly.
“We’ll catch you.” Keiji turned his head again,
giving her access to his neck. “Do it, hachidori. Soar for us.”
The brands on her chest began to heat once more. It
spread through her body, causing her blood to hum. Maël yelped. His powerful
thrusts spurned her on. She latched onto Keiji’s neck and bit down. His blood
filled her mouth the second her release shot through her. Her scream was
muffled by his flesh as she drank him down. Keiji gripped her ass and thrust
deep then groaned. He pulsed deep within her as the wet heat filled her.
Taichi’s groans matched Maël’s as he shuddered
filling her twice more before stilling. Her vampire followed as well, pushing
Taichi deeper within her. Her eyes fluttered closed as she went limp against
Keiji’s chest. She didn’t want to move. She was utterly spent and thoroughly
satisfied.
“I don’t want to move,” she muttered, nuzzling
Keiji’s neck.
“I’m not sure this will be comfortable,” Keiji said
a hint of humor in his tone.
“No, suppose not.”
“I can’t feel my face,” Maël grumbled. “Is it still
there?”
Taichi laughed which made him and Maël groan. “It’s
still there, what about my ass?”
Maël retreated then filled Taichi. “Still there and
still tight.”
“You’re all insatiable,” Natasha said, a grin
splitting her lips.
“Only for you, hachidori.” Keiji kissed her.
“Only you.”
What God, in his/hers/its right
mind, would allow for children to suffer unimaginable pain? Would allow
children to die day in and day out in school shootings? What God would allow
mass genocide? Floods? Earthquakes? What God would allow diseases like Cancer
and AIDS to run rampant, and allow it to rip families apart?
