The Third Gate Part 2: American Isekai, #2

By Curtis Yost

Michael after gaining his blessing is going on a journey to become stronger and learn what he truly is.  After a serious even occurs, Michael will have to fight back his evil urges and gain control of his greatest fear to defeat the Demon Lord.  This is the end of the Michael's story as we will dive into a mysterious figures story in the next book.  So stay caught up because the insanity is about to get really dark.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Curtis Yost
• Release date: Aug 31, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223106845

Curtis Yost

My name is Curtis Yost and I have been creating content for over twenty years.  I never felt that I had enough life experience to talk about things.  As I got older, I realized that having fun while writing was what I wanted to do and published my first series. American Isekai was a two year planned series that is now be writen every single day until I finish it.  The books are completely character based on some of the most flawed people you could imagine to save the world.  I'm proud of it and hope that when it ends, people will want to enjoy their own dark fantasies after.

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The Third Gate:

Part 2

American Isekai

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By

Curtis Yost

Chapter 1

I went to Lucas’s room.  I saw two beds in there.  I didn’t know which was mine.  The slaves kept it so clean that I thought his armor stains would be on the sheets.

Lucas came up behind me and hugged me from behind.  He said, Hi, roomie.

I grabbed his hands and pulled them off me.  I turned around and said, I’m not really the huggy type.

Lucas said, Give it time.  You will be.  Want to join me for a bath.  Don’t want to stink for the ladies.  Do you?

Lucas and I walked toward the bathroom.  Three girls were in the hall on the way.  All three of them looked like Sarah.  They all looked at me.

I said, Hi, Sarah.

The one on the left said, Hi, Michael.

She giggled a bit.  Her hands were down by her waist and were swinging back and forth.  I didn’t know that Sarah was a triplet.

Lucas asked, Do you know Sarah, Rue, and Abigail?  I was told you didn’t meet the girls yet.

I waved my hand and said, Hi.

I pointed at the center and said, You must be Rue.

The middle one scoffed at me.  Abby crossed her arms and tapped her foot.  Just like Isabella does.  We now know where that trait came from.

Lucas said, No, the center one is Abby.  The one on the right is Rue.  You can see the difference by small features.  Rue had a large freckle on her left side.  Abby had smaller ears.  Sarah’s hair is lighter than the other girls.

Abigail said, When we become heroes, you will never mistake us again.

I said, I’m sure your right.  I just met you, so I’m thinking over time.  You will all make your mark on my heart.

Lucas said, Okay, you saw us.  Now go to bed.

The girls ran off to different parts of the house.  They each have their own room. Two of them went upstairs, and the other went to a room two doors down from us.

Lucas and I went to the bathroom.  I felt very uncomfortable with this arrangement.  The bath was huge.  The bath was made of stone, with seats surrounding the outside.  The bath reminded me of the spa.  We could fit ten people in here.

I took off my clothes and slowly stepped into the tub.  The spa felt different, though.  I don’t feel as relaxed.  Don’t get me wrong, it was relaxing, but not the same.

Lucas being himself, took off all his armor and sat it by the door.  The smell from the inside of the armor was awful.  I felt like I was going to be sick.  I did realize that maybe I’m just used to my own stink.  Maybe this is how others feel when they are around me.  His shirt and pants started off white, I think.  His clothes had black spots everywhere.  The clothes looked like he had just got out of a mineshaft.

One of the slaves came in and grabbed his armor and my clothes.  I was like, well, I guess I’m stuck here.  Lucas stood there buck naked.  He put his hands on his head and swung his hips.  The motion tried to make his penis swing like a helicopter.  The boy was very unsuccessful.  He had the smallest penis I had ever seen.

Lucas just laughed and yelled, Cannonball!

Lucas jumped into a cannonball and slammed into the water.  The water went all over the outside of the bath.  The bunny girl from earlier came into the bathroom and set down a basket of soaps for us to use.  The one-hopped off into the distance to send a message.  I can only assume that is how Draco communicated with my father.  He had to ask my father for permission to keep me for a few days.

Lucas sang, The soap.... is..... HHEEERRRREEEE.

Lucas went over and grabbed some soap.  The soap was slippery and falling out of his hands.  He dropped the soap into the water.  While he was feeling around, he grabbed my foot.  This guy really knew how to make me feel uncomfortable.

Lucas finally found the soap and handed it to me.  He said, Wash my back.

I said, Go to hell.

Lucas then looked at me like a dog trying to get attention.  You know that sad puppy dog look.  He pooched out his lower lip and let it quiver.

I said, Fine.

Lucas said, I knew you would give in. Haha, sucker.

I grabbed the soap and washed Lucas’s back.  There were marks on his back.  Deep tissue scars that weren’t recent.  Probably a few years old.  I used the bar of soap, and chunks from the bar were coming off.  The pieces of soap were getting stuck in the folds of his scars.

The scars looked like a whip or some type of sharp object.  It might have been both.  Touching the scars doesn’t seem to hurt Lucas.  Lucas was hurt by so many.  I wondered how he was always able to keep a happy face.

I said, How did you get these scars?

Lucas was just staring at the wall.  The trauma of whatever happened was able to be seen in real-time.  He wasn’t moving a muscle.  His eyes got really big.  His breathing breath was heavy, and his nose was flared.  He didn’t speak a sound for thirty seconds.

Lucas clearly had some post-traumatic stress.  You could see the intensity in him  grew.  Whatever the flashback was, it would affect him for the rest of his life.

Lucas said, Let’s just say I will do whatever it takes to never return.

Lucas’s voice cracked as he said it.  There was a deep sadness in his voice.  I hadn’t seen this side of him since the day of our Enlightenment Ceremony.

I said, Sorry, man, I won’t ask too much.

So you’re a Battlemage, Mikey.  How cool is that?! Lucas said.

I said, Well, it would help if I knew what it meant to be a Battlemage.  I have never met one before.  I have just seen Draco and my father fight.

Lucas said, "And you never will.  You are the first one I have heard of in over three hundred years.  The man’s a legend.  He fought huge beasts the size of the city.

People say the Battlemage had horns like the devil and could fly.  He was capable of controlling demons that fought him.  The man was a master of his craft.  Endless women flocked to the Battlemage.  He only loved one.  They say he impregnated three women.  Each one of those children became powerful soldiers of the kingdom.  The problem was that the Battlemage was so powerful he couldn’t be trusted.  He was scorned by the church and considered to be a threat.  The man wielded demons and destroyed an empire by himself.

The king realized after the Battlemage had taken down a kingdom.  He was too dangerous to live.  The king took the mother of his firstborn son.  The king gave him a choice.  He needed to kill himself or his wife and child die.  The Battlemage realized that he couldn’t be by their side forever.  He didn’t know where they were.  He didn’t wish to die, though.

The Battlemage called his bluff.  He told the king to fuck off.  He would wipe out this kingdom in a flash if he ever laid a finger on them.  The king let his ego get in the way.  He made a gesture that told the knights to kill the woman and his child.  The child had escaped their clutches, and the mother was left alone in prison.  The knights pushed her to the ground and severed from her body.  The knights had to chop at her neck over and over again.  The slicing was like cutting down a tree.  The head eventually came off and rolled six feet from the body.  The knight’s carried the head to the throne room where the battle mage and the king resided.  The knight threw the head at the Battlemage’s feet.

The Battlemage looked at the king.  His horns were glowing purple.  He became an unstoppable force.  His speed was so fast that people couldn’t see him as he died.  The Battlemage killed everyone that crossed his path.  He ran down the halls, slicing off the heads of every knight that crossed his path.  The king tried to flee the castle with his youngest son.  They ran down a secret passage while the knight defended and tried to kill the Battlemage.  More knights targeted him.  The kingdom was slowly falling.  The Battlemage dropped to his knees and released a swarm of demons from his chest.  The demons ransacked the castle killing all the knights.

The castle was being torn asunder.  The stone was being chipped piece by piece.  Imps were down every corridor.  There was no place to escape to.  The demons saw the king right outside the castle.  He made it out with his youngest son.  The other children in the castle were mauled to death by the demons.  Blood was flowing down the steps.  The Battlemage’s footprints were making a mark on the castle.  His body was filled with puncture wounds, slowly closed up.

The Battlemage finally reached the courtyard where the king and his son were.  He had a huge blade large enough to kill three men simultaneously.  He slowly walked to the king.  The king put his son behind me.  The king was in tears.  He listened to the church and let his ego get in the way.  Now his kingdom was on the verge of ruin.

A lone rogue was right behind the Battlemage.  He stabbed the Battlemage in the back with a poisoned dagger.  The blade didn’t do anything to the Battlemage.  He just turned around.  The rogue cried out. Gotcha.  He had a Medusa’s head in a bag.  The rogue took it out of the bag.  He held the head by three snakes in the center of the head.

The snakes all over the head went wild.  Everything in the areas that could see the head turned to stone.  The demons, the king, the rogue, and the Battlemage all turned to stone.  The lone survivor of that day was the king’s son.

Nobody ever knew what happened to the Battlemage’s son.  People don’t know because he hid in the city for many years.  Many people think there have been many demon slayers, but they hid in plain sight.  The king’s son became a real threat to the nation.  He felt fear of anything he didn’t understand.  A war broke out again the demi-humans.  That war ended a hundred and thirteen years ago.  The humans enslaved them based on their characteristics.  The demi-humans evolved more, but humans won because of their vast higher numbers."

This boy was a fucking encyclopedia.  Lucas spends a lot of time in the library reading.

I asked, So, how did you read all this in ten days?

Lucas laughed and said, The historical documents and knowledge of each blessing are held in the church.  I lived in the church since birth.  Not a whole lot for an orphan to do but read.  My friends Paine and Loraine would sneak out books and read them with me.  So I have been reading this stuff for about six years.

What happened to Loraine and Paine? I asked.

Lucas replied, They are still there.  Paine is a hero whose family gave him to the church at nine.  I guess the priests called him an Unholy Paladin, whatever that means.  He is about sixteen.  Loraine is a priestess who is twelve right now.  I hope to see them when we go to the church.

I hope to meet them as well, I responded.

One of the slaves came back with a different set of clothes.  They looked like silk pajamas.  The pajamas were red with a crest on them.  Where Lucas sat his clothes, there was an identical blue set.

Lucas said, Looks like you got dad’s set.  They are supposed to help you with bloody dreams.  Kill in the day and the night, MMUUUUAAAAHHHH.

I said, You’re a freak.

Lucas said, You know it.

I got out of the bath and put on the clothes.  They were a little big on me, but there was a string that made them stay up.  I put on the shirt.  The shirt was really baggy.  The sleeves were short, but they still went down past my elbows.

I walked outside the bath.  Isabella was standing there in a towel.  I couldn’t stop looking.  I let her be.  The last thing I needed was to be called a pervert.  My face did turn red in embarrassment.

Isabella took her right-hand pointer finger and stroked my chin.  She smiled from ear to ear.  Her face was beet red.  Isabella dropped her hand down my stomach and acted like her pointer and middle finger were crawling up my chest.

Isabella said, You done already.

I said, I’ve cleaned up already.

Isabella pursed her lips and said, Too bad, I was going to join you.

Isabella walked into the bathroom.  Lucas was still in there.  I just hear a Hey, sis coming from him.

Isabella started screaming, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE YOU PERVERT?!

Lucas said, I’m not a pervert, and I was here first.  I am waiting for my armor to be cleaned.  It’s been a week.

I just walked away and heard a slap that was so loud the house shook.  That was followed by Lucas yelling, OOOUUUCCCHHH!  You keep that up.  I’ll show you my ass.

Isabella yelled, Gross, you inch-worm pecker bitch!

That was the last I heard because I too far away heading to the bedroom.  I got to the bedroom that Lucas and I were sharing.  I was fucking exhausted from the day.  I decided to use the bed on the left side of the room.  I got under the covers made of silk.  Closed my eyes and was out like a light.

Chapter 2

I feared sleeping because the dreams were never normal.  I had three repetitive dreams at this point.  The first dream was my death, the second was the kitchen, the third was abused kids, and this was the fourth.  I had these same dreams occur over and over until I turned fifteen.

I was walking down the sidewalk past a group of ghetto-looking stores.  The street had more cigarette butts on it than the sidewalk.  The alleys between the stores were wet and grimy.  The slime was oozing off the ladder that led to the top of the building.  The dampness of the alley was because of the cold and lack of light.

I walked by one of the alleys, Three black guys surrounding a black girl.  She had her head down and couldn’t look at them in the face.  She had red tints in her hair with a red crop top and a jean mini skirt.

The first black guy was about twenty-two years old bald head with tattoos.  He had so many tattoos that they all seemed to blend together.  He had a bunch of gold jewelry around his neck and a blue plaid shirt with nothing underneath.  His pants were jeans that were too big for him.  This made him have to constantly pull them up.

The second black guy had curly hair with a superhero logo etched into his sideburns.  His skin was darker than the other two guys.  He wasn’t wearing a shirt, instead had it wrapped around his waist.  He was wearing baggy pants but had a large belt on that the end piece went down to his knees.

The third black guy had crazy hair that went everywhere.  He appeared to have never cut nor groomed himself a day in life.  He wore a wife beater t-shirt with jean shorts that seemed a little small on him.

I yelled HEY, down the alley.  It caused the guys to all look at me.  The girl went into fight-or-flight mode and ran in the opposite direction.

I just stood there frozen.  The guys walked up to me on the sidewalk and surrounded me.  The bald one was in front of me.  He rubbed his hands together and licked his chops.

The bald guy said, You owe me money, boy.

I said, What?  I don’t know you.

This led to me trying to get the fuck out of there.  I walked backward, and the logo-cut guy pushed me forward into the bald one.

The bald one said, You owe us the money we were about to get off that hoe back there.

I said, I don’t have any money.

We have ways of making people pay. The bald one said.

The logo cut pushed me into him again.  The bald one punched me in the face with his right hand.  I stumbled backward into the unclean one.  The unclean guy held me up, waiting for me to be hit again.  My lip bled from the punch.  People were around watching what happened but minded their own business.  The bald one raised his arms in the air.

The bald one yelled, You see that, people.  He attacked me.  It was clearly self-defense.

The bald one then continued to punch me with a flurry of hits.  The unclean one just kept me standing up.  I would have hit the ground if a smelly guy hadn’t held