Infinite Genesis Book 1: Beginnings: Infinite Genesis, #1

By Adam Pimentel

Identity - the driving force of a person's existence, the very core of their souls. It is something every person in this world is born with yet relatively few are ever able to awaken the power their souls and Identity contain.

However, there is one young boy, named Fenris Wolf, who was born with his Identity already awakened. Because of this, he had incredible power ever since birth - but not without being forever altered by this.

In this first book of the Infinite Genesis series, witness part of Fenris' childhood as he lives out the first few formative years of his life whilst slowly coming to terms with his power and warped state... all while eventually being prepared for what will await him in the future. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Adam Pimentel
• Release date: May 31, 2019
• ISBN: 9781393270317

Adam Pimentel

Adam Pimentel is a very simple man. He unabashedly loves anime/manga, a few light novels, visual novels, video games and a plethora of novels as well. Said novels more often than not tend to be written by Stephen King, Dean Koontz, Jonathan Maberry, John Grisham, Micahel Connelly, and Greg Iles. But more than that, he loves to write. Always thinking up stories and tinkering around with ideas until he has something definitive in mind, drawing a good deal of inspiration from the things mentioned above.  It's his hope to not simply write stories, but to gradually improve and write great stories for others to enjoy. "If I'm not writing, then I'm not living. And if I'm not improving and writing good stories, then I'm only doing readers and myself a disservice. May future stories only continue to be better than the previous ones."

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Prologue

What happens when one is presented with a world-shattering revelation? Does a person merely take it in stride and move on? Does a person absolutely refuse to accept their new reality and attempt to make things like they were before? Or does one simply break down, retreating into themselves in to escape the truth?

Certainly, when such a revelation was made by a large team of physicists, many of them found it to be a thing of absolute wonder, opening the door to truly innumerable possibilities.

Others decried what they’d learned, which flew in the face of many things as they’d known it – science itself and their own beliefs. They refused to accept what they’d come to learn the existence of and some of these people sought to disprove it, as if doing so would undo the discovery in the first place.

There were a few among this team that found the discovery far too overwhelming for them to bear and seemingly collapsed despite their best efforts to take it all in. Those that recovered from such an emotional and mental overload did their best to accept what was now the undeniable truth, but didn’t return to their jobs, unable to bring themselves to continue working anymore on such a thing.

But among this team, there was one person and only one whose reaction somewhat differed at first.

This person had entered a state of shock when the discovery had been made, the full scope of Creation itself. But once the person’s mind had come to comprehend the full magnitude of the discovery, they fell into a state of eerie disquiet.

This person, a physicist through and through, had then taken to other fields not long afterwards – religion, philosophy, and even pneumatology and psychology. And it was as this person immersed themselves in their new studies that they began to pontificate. And in doing so, had a realization that they had no way of confirming.

But even so, this realization consumed the person, so completely that they truly did end up becoming almost an entirely person as a result. Emotions overwhelmed the person and began to drive their pursuit in their newest goal –

A goal that would in turn lead to a great calamity.

This calamity was one not due to anger or indignation. It didn’t come about due to a lust for power or any form of malice and hostility at all. It was certainly due to an overpowering desire for change.

But most amazingly, this terrible calamity came about thanks to perhaps the most unlikely thing of all:

Sympathy. Sympathy and an urge to save Someone.

It was because of this that the calamity happened... and in turn, set in motion events that not even the person, even with their great sense of foresight, had been able to fully predict. But even so, it made the person most happy.

They still may have a chance at achieving their goal, after all, if only after a certain amount of time passes by.

And so, several thousand years would go by.

CHAPTER 1

At what point can a new life be said to have officially started? When does a fetus truly start to be considered a living person? Some would argue it’s not until a fetus fully develops their organs, others would argue it’s when a fetus is formed at all and so on.

But in the case of one particular child, the term most liberally used in this case, he first gained consciousness of a sort whilst still in his mother’s womb at approximately around the 16th week of prenatal development, just as his muscles, brain and pathways developed at an abnormally accelerated pace.

And the very first thing this child was aware of was pain. So much pain. Power was welling up from within his very self, the very center of his being and began to tear him apart in ways a human mind normally couldn’t even begin to comprehend.

This power didn’t simply threaten to destroy his own body, but even his very sense of self, his very existence, wishing to make him absolutely nothing. Not even the strongest of adults in this world would be capable of withstanding such a power and so by all rights, this child’s life should have ended long before it ever even truly began.

Yet the child lived on, his developing body somehow regenerating, persisting in living even while his power threatened to end him. And so this child became trapped in a cycle of destruction and regeneration even as he continued to develop over the course of the pregnancy.

The child’s very lifeforce was a thing of absolute amazement, so great that eventually he seemed to adapt to the power, the destruction done to his body and sense of self lessening as his body strengthened over time. But not without issue – certain things were forever lost in the process. Certain bodily and mental functions were lost forever, never to return again and other functions were either supercharged or outright warped as a result as well.

Normally, a developing fetus will start to move around at some point and continue to do so over time, but not this child. He shifted at some points, but irregularly so, being far too consumed by his own self to properly focus, the pain and destruction of his developing self having severely impacted what little ability he had to focus.

Despite this, however, the developing child proved capable of dreaming, dreams that the child would naturally have no memory of when he was actually born and got older. But even so, something about these dreams comforted him during the second and third trimester and instilled in him an overwhelmingly powerful urge that he couldn’t wait to act on-.

But then, something else changed.

It was around the final few months of the pregnancy, the time when a normal fetus’ mediate sensory input formed.

Physical sensation had been lost to him when his body had adjusted to the power that had nearly torn him apart, having left him in what could only be described as a senseless void... until now.

He felt.

The feeling was not a physical one, though, but rather a genuine emotion and not his own. His mother’s. Somehow, yes, he could feel her.

Her nervousness, her doubts and fears... and most importantly, her love. Her general love for everything, but especially her love for him. It filled him, flooded him even, and he felt nothing but wonder, not that he knew the word at the time, in response. She’d sing to him quietly and her voice proved to be a comfort to him on such a scale that the child never wanted to be without her anymore.

He now had a new reason to look forward to being let out.

And then, that day finally came.

He heard rather than felt his mother’s physical pain, her cries distressing him in the process. But on pure instinct, he knew what had to be done. He heard her push and push and push, voices gently goading her to give just one more push.

He helped a bit and practically pushed himself outward in the process.

And just like that, he was truly born.

Without meaning to, he cried out, loudly at that, so loudly that these strange things (people, he’d learn they were called just a bit later) seemed to be in mild pain from the sheer volume of his cries.

His cries ceased almost immediately, however, as he looked at someone that he knew for a fact was not his mother. He reached out with his left hand, which had until now been lightly flailing about along with his other limbs towards the person – and when that person reached out to him, the child grabbed hold of a finger...

And crushed it.

The person gasped in shock and pain and sought to free their finger, but the child didn’t let go easily.

At least, not until he recognized the sound of his mother’s voice.

Moving his head slightly, he opened his eyes – his pupil-less and oh so vibrant blue eyes – as wide as he could when he looked upon his mother.

At the sight of her, he let out his very first giggle.

He was glad to finally be ‘alive.’

Date: April 24th, year 3097 PC at 8:37pm

Name: Fenris Wolf

Mother: Milla Wolf, Father: Unknown.

CHAPTER 2

3 years have gone by since his birth and Fenris, entirely without meaning to, swiftly established himself as an abnormal child.

He was taller than the average 3-year-old and possessed a surprising amount of muscle, so much so that it would be easy to mistake him for a muscular boy just a few years older than he really is. Combined with his naturally messy and spiky brown hair and his pupil-less eyes, which were so vibrant a blue in color that describing it with any other adjective was simply not possible, he made for quite a sight.

In fact, he’d also become a most familiar sight around these parts, said parts being the crime-infested District 13, a large city that was home to numerous criminals ranging from conmen to mafia to weapons dealers and more, in addition to brothels teeming with prostitutes and defaulting debtors who couldn’t really go to any other District.

As booming as crime is in this District in addition to the sheer amount of violence that was always present, there was an odd code of honor that everyone seemed to share: ‘don’t fuck with us and we don’t fuck with you,’ which was just a very straightforward way of saying as long as the people here are willing to play ball with each other, things don’t have to get messy. This hasn’t really done much to decrease the everyday violence, however, for there was always the pettiest of street thugs and hustlers or drug addicts that were always too eager to throw their weight around and step on too many toes. Not to mention the various gangs and other groups competing for territory, which didn’t always end with peaceful negotiations.

And on a random note, yes, Fenris knew what all those words meant – the matron of the brothel his mom is a part of had given him a dictionary to read. It was most enlightening in a way because now he understood what others were really talking about.

Speaking of his mom...

Fenris frowned, which was a rare sight, for he was very often with a smile on his face. But whenever he thought of his mom working and how selfish some of her customers could be, he couldn’t help but almost grimace, really.

She deserved far more love and satisfaction than what those selfish men and women could ever provide. Sure, her line of work had been how she’d come to be pregnant with him and was currently pregnant with a second child, but still.

Alas, as tempted as he was to head back to their room and potentially discipline his mom’s current few customers, he knew that doing so would only make his mom sad and that always hurt his little heart, so he relented. Also, their room was rather small, so trying to hide in there and observe to make sure she was safe would be pretty tough, hence why he’d gone for a walk with his mom’s hesitant blessing and gentle warning:

Please don’t fight. That had been her sole warning, bordering on a plea and Fenris would do his best to keep it... but even he, a child, was just self-aware enough already to know that he’d be hard-pressed to obey that warning.

He walked the streets all by himself right now, his gait surprisingly graceful and even bold, as he attempted to look directly ahead at all times, passing by people who made a large berth for him.

Such a scene would make for quite a bizarre and even funny sight to those not in the know, but to those watching from just across the street and the few genuine stores on the block, avoiding him had quickly become second nature to them.

After all, Fenris was a ‘little beast’ as they’d come to label him, a title that left him feeling  somewhat saddened since it was true, he really was a beast of a sort, one that just happened to be smart as far as he was concerned.

But he digressed.

In any case, the more he tried to simply look forward and nowhere else, the harder it was to keep himself in check. For no matter how far ahead he tried to look, there was always something there. And so long as there was something, he’d feel the urge to go and show it his affection.

Alas, his affection could only ever be shown by destroying things. Because of this, people tended to avoid him for they feared being killed by him, his truly abnormal strength being great enough for him to do so.

Had this been a year ago and even a year and a half ago, around the time he’d learned to crawl and then walk, the people passing by would be right to do so, for he used to lash out at everything that wasn’t his mother, so desperate to display his ‘love’ for everything that many, many things had ended up breaking as a result. Limbs had also been torn off from others and organs had been ruptured as well and this had been how he’d unknowingly made himself so well known here. Also, he’d been the reason why their first room had been rendered a complete wreck, hence the current room he and his mom lived in.

He almost felt like shaking his head, wishing to stop and tell the people that he was no longer quite like that, but knew they wouldn’t be all that willing to heed him.

Fenris, having sometimes seen his mother work, had come to see firsthand just how selfish some customers could be with their love, how self-absorbed they were. And it made him, in a moment of self-reflection back then, consider his own brand of love, which he’d tried to heap upon those that had done absolutely nothing in return.

It had made him feel bad and since then he’s resolved himself to only show his love to those that would love him back. Those that wouldn’t would in turn not receive his love because to give them his love would be the pinnacle of selfishness and he didn’t want to be a selfish person.

Unfortunately, while he’s done his best to make sure to abide by this new self-imposed rule of his, that didn’t make his urge to love everything any less powerful. Holding back was tough.

Which in turn made him all the more thankful for people such as this man hobbling out of a nearby alleyway. He was clearly ‘drunk off his ass’ as the matron back at the brothel would say, but there was still some semblance of clarity in the man’s grey eyes when he dully looked around.

And eventually locked eyes on Fenris.

The fuck you looking at, kid? he growled out.

Ah, nothing really. You look a little unwell, sir. Will you need some help? Fenris replied kindly and quite well-spoken for a boy his age.

His mom had spent a good deal of time teaching him other ways to show his affection, shows of affection that he then had no problem heaping upon her for he personally felt his usual displays of affection were completely inadequate in demonstrating how much he loved her. However, whenever he tried to display this kindness to anyone other than his mom, it just felt so... false to him, like he was lying, yet another thing that made him feel bad about himself.

But his mom had been adamant in him showing his love through these ways to others and if she was so dead-set on teaching him this, then there surely had to be a good reason for it, right?

However, this man didn’t seem too receptive to it. Fuck off, brat or else I’ll give you a good beating for interrupting me.

Oh, sorry. May I ask what I interrupted?

My thoughts, goddamnit! the man slurred out as he tried to walk further out of the alleyway. But having been pressing himself against the wall to even stay upright up until now, he nearly ended up falling onto his face once he ceased leaning against it.

Fenris casually strode forth with that same unnatural grace of his and caught the man easily and lightly pushed him so that he was standing upright on his own.

The man didn’t look appreciative as he nearly stumbled back. His grey eyes filled with anger. Don’t fucking touch me! he yelled.

And then he smacked Fenris.

There was no pain – the sense of touch and taste had long since been lost to him – but Fenris did recoil slightly from the blow as pleasant surprise bloomed within him.

A-Ahhhh... Fenris let out a soft sigh, one of much missed joy. He could hear the other people on the street frantically run off, even the two guys that had been conducting a drug deal right out in the open just a bit further down the street.

The drunk man looked bewildered but was too out of it and angry to do anything. If anything, he looked almost eager now to hit Fenris again, which the boy was most thankful for.

This is what he’d been looking for.

Thank you, sir... he began, smiling beautifully, like an angel almost. I really don’t know what I would’ve done if not for you.

The man now looked perturbed, as if finally realizing something was really off here.

But before he could say anything more, Fenris went on the attack.

XXXXXXX

Just a little bit later, Fenris had made his way down to District 13’s central hub, one of the few places where crime rarely if ever took place. It was perhaps the most ‘normal’ place in the entire District from what others like to say. And it was here Fenris often came whenever his mom was working and he was done with his daily calisthenics – something he’s learned about and started doing just last year – for there were plenty of animated billboards pinned up on the tall pillars and buildings around, showing various advertisements and other things on them.

Feeling much better thanks to his encounter with that drunk man – Ah, I should’ve gotten his name... Fenris mumbled randomly – he took a seat on a nearby bench and simply sat there, one eye on the advertisements...

And the other on the gaping hole in the sky above.

The hole wasn’t physical in nature, but metaphysical from what little he’s learned so far – there weren’t exactly schools here in this District and so all of his knowledge about the world came from his mom and the other prostitutes at the brothel, especially the matron when she had time on her hands to interact with him and the other kids that had been born to some of the other girls there.

A long time ago, a great calamity had occurred, one that had resulted in most of the earth’s population being wiped out in addition to large portions of land being left quite barren. A lot of technology had been lost in the process as well, setting the remainders of human civilization back several centuries or more and from the rumors that had been apparently going around, the current state of technology was still a long way off from being anywhere near what it had once been.

From what’s been spoken of over the several thousand years or so since the calamity occurred, the current state of civilization was pretty primitive in comparison to how it was before.

Considering a reactor capable of harnessing energy from higher dimensions is what’s used to power the now growing kingdoms on the planet today, even Fenris, ever so open to everything, had a difficult time imagining how much more advanced civilization must have been before the calamity ever occurred.

And as for the calamity itself... well, no one knows what the calamity even was, much less how it happened in the first place. All everyone back then following said calamity did know was that it was undoubtedly the reason why the world was still recovering even today from it. It was why that hole was there though, essentially a breach in dimensions itself, though how far it extended was something the people of today still haven’t quite figured out.

This was a mystery that Fenris was very much interested in, if only for his own simplistic reasons – just how much else was out that he could love? How much else was possibly waiting for him to shower with affection? The very thought had him feeling as giddy as a normal 3-year-old usually felt.

But again, he digressed.

Contenting himself to watch as others came and went, going about their everyday business here in this District, he tried to rid himself of any other thoughts, instead now devoting himself to remaining as calm as could be.

Ever since his mom had put enough trust in him to head out without causing too much trouble, this has become a regular thing to do whilst she was working, for she didn’t wish him to bear witness to such things, even if she knew his mentality made him able to look upon sexual acts without any real reaction.

His mom would’ve much preferred he play with the other kids that did run around the District, but that was something that likely would never happen – most kids avoided him, just somehow knowing he wasn’t quite normal. Not to mention him being around others his age didn’t fully sit right with him; their obviously immature mindsets meant that should he try to heap his affection on them, they wouldn’t understand the meaning behind it. Therefore, attempting to do just that would be selfish of him, and so he naturally avoided doing this.

But perhaps when the other children were older and did truly comprehend... maybe then, if they were willing to love him back...

Some noise nearby interrupted Fenris’ train of thought. The sounds of violence. Hardly anything out of the ordinary here and even if this was the District’s hub, that didn’t mean it was always exempt from any fighting, though it was usually spared such troubles. After all, it wouldn’t do to have this hub be so disorderly as to intimidate any would-be customers that took the trouble of traveling from the other Districts here for one reason or another.

Looking up, Fenris spotted some street thugs having quite the scuffle off to the side, out of the way of most others. The boy didn’t know if that was intentional or merely coincidence, but he couldn’t help but appreciate this fact for some reason.

Sloppy punches and kicks were thrown between the thugs, fists striking faces and torsos and blood being spilt. The sight of such affection being displayed so openly was enough to warm Fenris’ heart and he once again felt the yearning to indulge himself.

Except he didn’t. Those thug’s affections weren’t aimed at him. Interrupting would be truly rude. And he believes getting anymore activity today would only sadden his mom even more than usual, something that always made him feel so horribly bad about himself.

So, with a great deal of reluctance, he did his best to ignore the fighting and focus back on the billboards, daydreaming about what lied beyond District 13.

XXXXXXX

A few hours go by and during that time, Fenris had remained all but rooted to that bench. The street thugs had eventually beaten on each other enough to back off and leave for elsewhere, though Fenris didn’t doubt that they were far from done with one another just yet – they both had had the look of ambition in their eyes, clearly eager to make some kind of name for themselves.

Of course, ambition didn’t always equate to intelligence from what he’s observed, but still he admired the thugs. If nothing else, they knew what they wanted and acted on that desire.

Made him most curious to find out how an encounter would go between him and some of the gangs and mafia that ran the District, having never really directly encountered them before. He was certain much affection would be shared between him and them, but he had no way to know until it actually happened.

And that likely will never happen if his mom and the matron had anything to say about it. Speaking of which, it was time to start heading back.

The prostitutes didn’t work around the clock; they too had breaks throughout the day. After all, even if the women in this District had surprising amounts of stamina, they couldn’t keep taking customer after customer all day, not without exhausting themselves to the point of being unable to work the next day or so. And work here in this District was endless, even if it wasn’t legal.

Ah, if only other people in the other Districts knew just how hard working the people in District 13 were... a shame, really.

In any case, time to head back. Jumping off the bench, Fenris turned and started his trek back. His pace back home was, as always, much quicker than his pace when he’d walked here, the boy always eager to see his mom.

And as was now the norm, a considerable berth was made for him, which he once again didn’t feel deserving of – he was hardly anyone special.

No matter. He was eager to see his mom again already. He hoped she was doing well today. If she had yet another selfish customer... hmm, would he be able to discipline him or her for their transgressions against her?

It didn’t take him long at all to reach home, home being the brothel. He had no idea exactly what sort of mental image most people had when asked to picture a brothel, but to him, it was honestly rather inviting and spacious. For it was quite a tall and wide structure, some stylish writing outside of it along with the typical neon sign shaped into a curvy woman meant to lure in ‘fresh meat’ as he’d heard the girls here refer to customers as sometimes.

This brothel had many rooms within, very much like small apartments, albeit poor ones. The girls lived in these apartments and would accept whoever was sent their way so long as said customers had the money to pay for whatever it was exactly that they wanted.

Fenris walked in through the front door, passing by some of the scantily clad women that lived/worked here, their more than generous curves shown off by the clothes they wore. That was yet another thing this brothel did, sending out some girls regularly to stand on the sidewalk and entice others into coming here. Sounded simple enough, but in practice, this was rather hard since, being essentially a massive red-light area, this was far from the only brothel within District 13. In fact, there were several other brothels around these parts and they all appealed to different things.

This brothel that his mom was a part of, for example, appealed to those that liked extremely voluptuous women regardless of age, so much so that he’s actually heard in passing comments from customers that were along the lines of ‘these women are straight out of hentai!’ He had only a vague idea of what ‘hentai’ was, but he was more than certain it was a form of porn.

Humorously, at least to him, this brothel’s greatest competition was another brothel the next block over, who specialized in the exact opposite type of women, those that were short and petite to the point of being outright child-like in build. The matron here and the matron of that brothel had quite the rivalry from what the workers here like to speak of.

Navigating the hallways within without even the slightest bit of trouble or regard for the sounds coming from within the surrounding rooms – some sounds clearly fake to his ears and others genuine – the boy reached his mom’s room and naturally by extension his home.

The smell of sex was as strong as ever to his sharp nose as he knocked gently on the door and let himself in.

I’m back! he called out as he shut the door behind him.

The apartment, much like the other ones, was a small one, almost cramped even, though that’s only because it was both him and his mom that lived here rather than just her. And once his younger sibling is born, it’ll get even more cramped.

And there, having been resting on the bed presumably after her last customer left, was his mom. At the sound of his voice, she stirred and opened her light blue eyes in a veritable instant.

She let out a slight breath as she quickly got up and stretched, her pregnant yet still generous figure not hidden one bit by the thin blanket she had on. Welcome back, Fenris, his mother then said after stretching. Did you go to the same spot?

I did. As usual, very pleasant, he answered brightly.

She smiled and gingerly got off the bed, her long brown hair swaying behind her. And did you...? She trailed off.

However, she didn’t have to continue for him to know what she was going to ask. ...Just the one person, he admitted, referring to the drunk man. He hung his head slightly in shame. I’m sorry, mom...

He’d tried to keep from upsetting her, which meant not showing his affection in his usual way... but as he’d initially thought, that had been a high bar to meet.

He looked up in time to see his mom’s smile become pained, her eyes filled with many different emotions. But even then, she bent down slowly to avoid overstraining herself and hugged him, even planting a brief kiss on the side of his face. It’s okay, sweetie... please just try harder next time, okay?

...Okay. Fenris was smiling a bit now. No matter how much trouble and heartache he caused her, his mom never really got mad at him and was always very understanding despite clearly being distressed. He in turn resolved to do better; he had to prove himself worthy of being her son.

Hungry? she then asked. She then continued on, not waiting for an answer. Let me get cleaned up and changed and I’ll whip something up. I’m sure I could do better today too!

Fenris smiled as she proceeded to do just that, though he made sure to tail after her in case she needed help. She was at most a month and a half away from giving birth and naturally at this stage of the pregnancy she had to really watch out for herself and the baby. A true shame that she still had to work like this, but money was money after all and the matron wasn’t one to give freebies to others no matter their circumstances.

Getting cleaned from her recent customer and dressed, his mom then proceeded to get some stuff to cook a quick meal – nothing fancy, just rice and some hastily grilled meat – and all the while Fenris remained nearby, watching to make sure she wasn’t straining herself.

There were times as she cooked where she’d pause and place a hand over her bulging stomach, a small tired yet serene smile on her face. Presumably, the baby was kicking.

Fenris in turn smiled at the sight. Seeing his mom so happy made him happy in turn and it was easy for him to see that perhaps this is how his mom must have been like when she’d been pregnant with him.

Seeing this, he began to wonder if there was anything he can do to make her just as happy on her birthday – June 11th – which was just in several weeks. She’ll be turning 16, which is a big deal from what he’s heard, sweet 16 and all that.

Hmm, maybe he can ask the matron for ideas. As strict and stern as the woman may be – I prefer the term ‘cunt,’ thank you very much, she liked to say when described otherwise – she was a pretty caring woman that did take proper care of her workers, the small apartments aside. She not only remembered all their names, birthdays, likes and dislikes by heart, but was also keen to whatever issues they may have with things and was willing to do what she could to take care of said issues. Sure, the woman liked to justify all this by saying something along the lines of ‘can’t expect you to work well if you’re being fucking unhappy with shit,’ but just about everyone in the brothel knew that was a bold-faced lie.

And so, as his mom finished cooking and they both sat down to a quiet but pleasant meal with one another, Fenris thought and planned.

CHAPTER 3

A few more weeks go by without hassle, something that Fenris aspired to ensure continued for his mom’s sake.

He’s succeeded thus far in this endeavor by keeping himself constantly occupied, usually cooking or cleaning whenever his mom was unable to for one reason or another. And whenever she did have to work, he’d tried to instead cook or clean for the other workers there, which proved to be a welcome change of pace for everyone involved, himself included. He’d gotten to listen to all the juicy gossip they had to offer whilst some of them had cared for their own kids, resulting in him and said children being subjected to the almost non-stop chatter of who had been a most satisfactory customer or not in all its explicit detail.

Fenris was also subjected to numerous talks about what it’s like to have a period at the worst times possible (though some customers dig that for some reason, they said) as well as the terrors of constant under-boob sweat due to how ridiculously but naturally well-endowed all the workers here are. The boy made a silent note about all this for no other reason than the fact that the women said it would be most wonderful for a boy to actually how to help a woman during such trying times, their words not his.

But he digressed.

His mom’s birthday was coming up very soon now, just next week in fact and he’d still has yet to ask the matron for any ideas about what to do, the thought having somehow slipped his mind thus far. It hadn’t helped either that some of the customers for the other prostitutes had turned out to be quite cranky and required being thrown out for one reason or another, something he had surprisingly been called on to do and he’d done so with much gusto – he may be trying to limit how much love he goes around spreading due to his mom’s heartache over the matter, but he still desired strongly to do so anyways. So, tossing the unrulier customers out was a good enough compromise for him, letting him show them just a bit of the love they were denied, even if it was their fault.

But again, he was getting distracted here.

He walked with purpose to the matron’s room in the early afternoon whilst his mom worked. The matron, for all her authority and played up haughtiness, was more than willing to ‘get down and dirty’ as the saying went just like the rest of her girls here, having been a prostitute herself for years and years on end before manipulating her way to the top and establishing her own brothel, that naturally being this one. That said, unlike most of the other girls who worked rather set hours, she didn’t, meaning that while the others were currently entertaining customers or were in the process of obtaining a customer or two to sleep with, she was resting in her room.

Now standing in front of said door, Fenris politely knocked, resisting the urge to pound the door until it was reduced to absolutely nothing.

There was no response at first, which he’d anticipated – he