The Anointed Prophetess

By Jorge Carreras Jr.

Fans of The Harem Games, the long awaited sequel has arrived. The Anointed Prophetess begins where The Harem Games ended. The action, in all senses of the word, is far more intense. Not only does Alex have to deal with the affections of more brides, but the threat against his family is far greater. Now instead of amateurs with delusions of grandeur, he must face soldiers armed with high grade military gear and tactics, high level propaganda with the media in collusion, and a reluctant army of convicted criminals on his side. Unfortunately for his enemies, threatening his family is the quickest way to earn his wrath, and as we saw in the Games, his wrath can shake the heavens, literally. This is no game, this is war! Complicated plots, shadowy conspiracies, and brutal combat all precede the truth about the outbreak that nearly brought mankind to extinction, and the response of the survivors, and their descendants.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Outskirts Press
• Release date: Mar 6, 2015
• ISBN: 9781478755425

Jorge Carreras Jr.

Jorge L. Carreras Jr. is currently 43 years old, and this is his second work. It also happens to be the awaited sequel to “The Harem Games” published a year prior.

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This is a work of fiction. The events and characters described herein are imaginary and are not intended to refer to specific places or living persons. The opinions expressed in this manuscript are solely the opinions of the author and do not represent the opinions or thoughts of the publisher. The author has represented and warranted full ownership and/or legal right to publish all the materials in this book.

The Anointed Prophetess

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Copyright © 2015 Jorge Carreras Jr.

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Prologue

The Story So Far...

Alex Dolorean has won the Harem Games. He has wished for the Games to end, permanently, to fulfill the last request of his closest friend, Tendo Akaneda. All 12 of the girls married to him as a result of the Games have publicly declared their love and their desire to remain with him forever. He has even been awarded a wonderful place for all of them to live, thanks to an ancient living will on behalf of Martufe O’oharra, the caretaker of the arenas. This should have been a day to celebrate.

Instead, it has been a day of near tragedy and atrocity as the Matriarchy has not only turned on one of their own, for actually doing her job and carrying out their promise to return Alex’s mother to him, but has sent orders to kill Alex, his brides, and everyone in the arena for the express purpose of not granting his wish.

Unfortunately for them, Alex may be meek, but he is not weak. He is not the kind of man to just lie down and die. He’s seeing this outrage as an act of war, and he’s making preparations to take the war to them. He intends to forcefully make them and their Elites aware that they are NOT goddesses, and that there are consequences for bad behavior. The first thing he’s doing is going to rescue the family of Former Matriarch Arcadia Eldorado. He has taken on a smaller version of his dragon form and flown like the wind in the direction of Eldorado’s home.

Reporter: It’s sheer pandemonium here at the Games arena. Armed and armored assailants have attempted to assassinate the Matriarch in attendance and the winner of the Games, Alex Dolorean, who has just flown out of here as a steel-clad dragon!

The transmission captured by Okabashi is replayed and broadcast.

Reporter: Can that be the voice of the Matriarchy? Do they, for the first time ever, TRULY wish to completely disregard the WISH in violation of their own rules, and are willing to murder purely for that purpose? Wait! Four hover cars have just left the arena! Can it be that the Matriarch is evacuating? Or is there something else in the works going on here? This just in. One of our helicopter reporters is engaged in a conversation with Alex Dolorean directly! We’re switching over now! (It’s signaled that she is off the air.) Pulitzer here we come! Oh this is big!

Scene changes to the conversation being videotaped and broadcast between the pilot of the news helicopter and Alex Dolorean.

Alex: Do you have weapons on this vehicle?

Chapter One

Pilot: NO! This is purely a news helicopter.

Alex: Then I cannot guarantee your safety. I am heading into a possible combat zone with the Elite!

Alex is heading towards the family home of Arcadia Eldorado with a news copter in tow, hoping to get there and rescue the Eldorado family before the Elite arrives but fully prepared for battle if need be.

Reporter: Combat zone? With the Elite? What is this about?

Alex: I have received word on good authority that the Matriarchy’s Elite is going to attack the family of the Matriarch who attended the awards ceremony. I intend to evacuate the Eldorado family, or if need be stop the Elite.

Reporter: Can you at the studio hear this?! Alex Dolorean has just claimed that the Matriarchy Elite may be targeting the Eldorado family home!

Alex taps the helicopter’s window and points at the Eldorado home. Sure enough, a tank column with Elite markings is approaching the residence.

Reporter: "Ladies of the audience, and you gentlemen who can watch, we now have visual confirmation that the Elite are indeed headed towards the Eldorado house, and what’s this, they’re opening fire on a known civilian dwelling!

One of the tanks has blown open the gate and an armored personnel carrier (APC) runs around the tank onto the property, the armed troops inside swarm out and begin firing at the residents, killing indiscriminately! They’ve got the children cornered! By the Goddess! They’re going to gun down innocent, helpless children! I’m getting a word from the pilot… Combat helicopters are en route, and they are challenging us! We can’t stay on the scene. We’ve been painted with a target lock. If this is our last broadcast, know that the Matriarchy has traded the lace glove of worship for the iron fist of tyranny. This is… (Loss of signal).

Random Elite Troop: Hehehe! Looks like the little piggies are all lined up in a row. This little piggy went to a party. This little piggy stayed home. This little piggy went wee, wee, wee all over her shoes!

Captain: HAHA! That’s a good one. Waste them, and let’s go home. I’m through with this milk run!

Troop: Say good night, piggies!

Alex: Good night, PIGGIES! Alex lands right on the trooper, crushing her into a bloody paste. "GREEEARRRGGHH!!! You ‘Elites’ seem to be real good at attacking helpless women and children. I wonder how you will fare against someone that can actually fight back! Sure, you’ve got the numbers, you’ve got the gear, but I actually have experience fighting ARMED opponents who were trying to kill me.

Do you wish to surrender now? I’ll only grant you one chance, and these children are now under MY protection.

Tank Trooper: What?! We know who you are. Are you going to cry to ‘mommy’ again like when we took that vicious little bitch four years ago?

Captain: YOU FLAKING IDIOT! YOU said ‘THAT’ to HIM?!

Alex’s eyes narrow harshly, and he stops as if he was just reminded of something VERY important. YOU! NOW it all makes sense. So you clowns played with my mind, eh? Guess this means you don’t want to live after all. Children, get down, close your eyes, and cover your ears. You are not going to want to see or hear what happens next.

The children do as they are told, and moments later the tank which had that loud-mouthed idiot just explodes.

Shit! He just blew up the shells inside the tank!

Alex: Despair as your sins are blown away!

A tornado blows the APC out of the lot, down the tank column, and crashes the two combat helicopters that had target-painted the news helicopter and were actively jamming the signal. Their rocket ammunition explodes on impact with the ground-killing everyone inside the helicopters and inside the tanks they crashed on. Unbeknownst to Alex, the children are watching with awe on their faces.

One of the nearest tanks begins turning its cannon on Alex.

Alex: BEGONE!

A lightning bolt hits the tank, frying everyone inside. GHWAAA!!

Even though the road is asphalt, the earth beneath it is not. The road and the tank column on it are swallowed by a huge sinkhole that suddenly appears beneath them. Now completely helpless, all the tank pilots beg for mercy. Hmm. Begging for mercy didn’t help YOUR victims much, did it? All forms of screaming, wailing, and gnashing of teeth precede their fall as the sinkhole turns into a chasm which turns into a bottomless pit that inevitably became their unmarked tomb. Alex turns to the lone survivor of this assault force, the captain.

Alex: "I have some questions for you, well actually only one question, for now. What exactly happened to my sister after you took her away four years ago?"

Captain: Please, they’ll kill my family!

Alex: You should have thought about THAT before you laughed as your troops put a gun to the heads of these children.

The captain realizes that begging for pity now is pointless and answers the question. I was told to take her to an experimental facility, and was forced to watch as she was experimented on. When they found out she didn’t inherit Martufe’s invulnerability, they had me mind-wipe her to believe that her mother abandoned her and then had her thrown into the streets as trash. I don’t know what happened to her after that.

Alex: If you died in battle, will they still go after your family?

Captain: No. They shouldn’t. They never have before.

Alex: In that case, this is the only mercy I’ll grant you, for THEIR sake. I’ll make it quick, and painless.

Captain: Thank you. Alex breaks the captain’s neck, the same way he did with Mercedes Oberhorn in the Games.

Alex: Alright, children. We’re going to see your mother.

Children: THAT WAS COOL! Child #1: But we’re not going with you! Child #2: How do we know Mommy sent you? Child #3: Yeah! What’s the password?!

Alex: Smart kids. Your mom trained you well. Let’s see, pumpkin. The mint flew over the moon alongside the lettuce landing in the pudding coated with strawberry made by Zakuro. Nya! (Alex makes a pose like a cat about to lick its paws.)

Children: MOMMY!

Reporter: UNBELIEVABLE! Alex Dolorean has just shown that the ‘Games’ was not just CG! He single-handedly destroyed the entire attacking force! Here he comes now.

Alex: I need a favor. Can you take these children and me to the arena training center? I don’t want to risk another flight after what just happened.

Reporter: If I can be an exclusive embedded reporter, I’ll happily have your baby!

Alex: That’s not the kind of ‘ride’ I need, and my wives would kill me if I said ‘yes’ to that. But if you want to be an exclusive embedded reporter in exchange for our use of the helicopter, you’ve got a deal.

Reporter: This is Danielle Rathernot, signing off.

Once Alex gets the children on board and gets on himself, he immediately passes out from adrenaline exhaustion. Unlike last time, the scales are reabsorbed instead of falling off. This, of course, leaves him buck naked, but he is quickly covered by a jacket.

Pilot: Got to hand it to you. You just pulled off exclusive rights to the story of the bicentennial, and at the low, low price of a helicopter ride.

Danielle: Oh no. You, the helicopter, and the cameraman are staying with me. This helicopter is already ‘hot.’ You won’t be able to fly it openly anymore. HE can use it, though.

Pilot: The Matriarchy already knows who I am just with the transponder code, and I’m sure they’ll figure out who you are too, Ms. Cameraman. Danielle, you just announced your name also.

Cameraman: Good thing none of us have kids, right? Going after someone’s family just because you don’t like her? How cowardly can the Matriarchy get?

Mission accomplished, the news helicopter flies back to the arena training center docking bay without further incident.

Meanwhile, back at the training center, Alex was right. Despite Arcadia Eldorado’s reassurances, Shiatsu’s hospital room was not secure. The arena guards, who were supposed to be working for Martufe, instead decided they were going to get a ‘better shake’ siding with the Matriarchy.

They begin trying to force their way in for the purpose of killing Shiatsu and her children.

Shinobi: Can’t you do something about them, Mr. O’oharra? What about the internal defenses?

Martufe: I want to. Unfortunately, the internal defenses can’t do anything against someone they recognize as a guest or employee. Even if I had access to a terminal here, I would have to … ‘let them go’ one at a time, and that would take way too long. We’re going to have to handle them all ourselves.

Shinobi: Great, so we’re trapped, outnumbered, and one of us is incapacitated, one of us is … wounded, and I’m having great difficulty figuring out the tactical value of the last defender here. Granted, immortality is a great asset, but it is really hard to determine its tactical value in this situation. Do you have any other combat abilities that we should know about?

Before he can even answer, the door bursts inward and the guards swarm in. Shinobi takes out the first, second, and a few others with well-placed arrows and throwing knives but is quickly overwhelmed. Atari is surrounded, pinned, collared, and held down. Martufe shows some martial arts skill, but against odds over 10 to 1, is also quickly overwhelmed. Thinking the room is secure, the head of the guards walks in and points a gun at Shiatsu. Time to erase this bitch and her devil’s spawn.

Atari:(Smiles wickedly) Surprise!

Flames with intense heat fry her collar, and the guards holding her down! They jump back screaming and fall over dead, burning. Alex taught us that these collars aren’t foolproof. With the right powers, they can be overwhelmed and rendered useless. So can you! You want to hurt my sisters, my nieces, and nephews?! That’s NOT going to happen!

The head of the guard goes up like a roman candle. She doesn’t even have time to scream before becoming a pile of ash on the floor. The guards overwhelming Martufe put guns to his head and start screaming Stand down! Stand down NOW!

Atari fries them with just a look. He’s IMMORTAL, you hostage-taking morons!

Shinobi: So you were FAKING?

Atari: No. I really was scared, but Alex talked some sense into me. NOW is not the time to be scared of myself. Now is the time for those who want to hurt us to be afraid, to be very afraid.

Even though all the guards who were attacking the med bay at that moment are dead, Atari’s flames don’t die down. They just keep getting bigger and hotter, burning off her clothes.

Atari: I need to go. If I stay, I’ll just do more harm than good. I… can’t really control my power right now. I’m too scared and angry. It’s all I can do to aim it. I’m going to go make sure no more of these twits are around to threaten us. Can I trust you to watch Shiatsu here?

Shinobi: You bet. I’ll deal with any stragglers you miss.

Martufe: And I’ll help. These traitors are going to wish I ‘fired’ them by the time we’re done.

Atari: Nice try. See you around, I hope.

Atari begins walking the corridors. Every guard she meets gets a grisly end.