Overstepping

“What the fuck is this?!” Tim heard old woman Justice’s croaking voice before he saw her. The room was hot, and as he freed himself from the tangle limbs that surrounded him, he could feel the hair on his head begin to stand on end from the energy in the air.

“You ask what this is?!” The gravely voice of Desire spoke, an incredulous tone to her voice, “I would think that of all beings in the universe, my dear sister, you would recognize exactly what this is. This mortal has overstepped, and we are enacting some hard earned justice.”

Tim got to his feet and took in the scene. Before him three immortals, Justice, Desire, and Lust were staring each other down. The twins were facing toward him, hatred in their eyes, while Justice, his protector, stood between him and their wrath, her crooked back close enough that he could reach out and touch it. Her fists were clenched, she was breathing heavily through her nose. She was protecting him!

"I see no injustice except for what you brought with you," Justice's voice was low and angry, "You are the ones who've overstepped. Lust and Desire should have nothing to do with what I see here," she pointed at the pile of bodies, "Trying to take a life because you feel slighted. You cows have stepped into my territory."

"Shouldn't you have your eyes somewhere else?" Lust said, her voice both arousing and disgusting, "Aren't there other matters to busy yourself with?"

"Oh you mean your little distraction with the waitress?" Justice laughed, "You don't think I see women take the fall for their asshole boyfriends all the time? But this? You forget, Tim and I have a deal. I can look into your other victim later, but nobody touches Tim."

Sparks began to pop around the room. Lust and Desire looked at each other in uncertainty, then took a step away. Tim could feel the energy in the room increase. A strong metallic smell filled the air, the scent Tim had grown to understand had to do with immortals vanishing, but nothing happened. The three immortals all remained with him.

"What...." Desire said, trailing off.

"You're not going anywhere," Justice said, "You have forfeit your authority. What you did to this poor boy is an **** on my kingdom, and there will be consequences."

"You can't..."

"I can and I will. So shut your piehole, sluts, while I talk to my man over here."

Tim felt all three sets of eyes lock onto him, an uncomfortable feeling. Having barely escaped ****, he felt particularly exposed, His hands subconsciously moved to his cleavage to cover up. While normally his new personality traits would thrive with what he was wearing, the exceptionally revealing outfit didn't help his feeling of vulnerability before the three powerful entities. Justice, already close, stepped so close that he could smell the cough drop that she was sucking.

"You okay, kiddo?"

"Yeah," he squeaked, still surprised to hear the pitch of his new voice, "shaken up, but alright. What about them? Are they going to be okay?"

Tim pointed as his lovers, all a mess on the floor. Whatever the twins had done to them had stripped them of their humanities. Their approach had reminded him of something from a zombie movie. Gone had been the loving approach of women who he cared about, replaced by mindless hunger and need, willing to take from him everything, leaving nothing behind.

"I have no idea," Justice said, crossing her arms, "I don't have the power to fix them. I can't even see what they did. It feels big, though, powerful. My bitch sisters sure know how to ruin a good thing."

"Release us or what we have done to them will be revisited on you one-hundred-fold!" Lust spat.

"And there's the problem, you cunt," Justice rounded on her sister, stepping aggressively toward them, index finger pointed, sparks flying, "You don't know when to stop. But now you've stepped in it. Tim," she said over her shoulder, "There's nothing I can do, but there's something you can do."

"You mean a trade?" Tim's sing-song voice sounded.

"A trade."

"But I don't know what I can trade that can help," he said, "all the women are barely human at this point. If I take something from them, I don't know what will happen. And it's not like there's anyone else..."

Tim paused, looking at Justice. She had a smirk on her face and a twinkle in her eye.

"You mean..."

"Yes," she answered.

"What are you on about," Desire rasped, a slight wheeze in her voice.

"If my bitch sisters won't relent, I think it's time you took them down a peg or two, Timmy," Justice said, her grin spreading, every one of her yellow teeth on display.

"Okay," Tim said, "Let's make a deal."