Zhutan

In the Himalayas there is a country called Zhutan not far from Mount Everest. They are a small country that most have never heard about; in fact, the only thing of interest was a temple that houses a sacred disk that belonged to the god Meshta, who was a god of justice and light. Meshta has a rival, the god of darkness and snakes. The most interesting thing to happen in Zhutan has been the fight between the two within the country every few centuries.

Otherwise, it's a frozen wasteland where people spend most of their time praying for a great change that would bring about a new world in a golden age. Which isn't surprising for the people to believe considering the people spend most of the time freezing their asses off. So there Klarion was floating far above the people as his familiar Teekl got the lay of the land.

In most cases Klarion would have just gotten in chaos blazing, but with the freezing weather, they'd probably freeze to death too quickly once he blew open the roof or welcome deaths release to somewhere warmer. So rather than bore himself doing that, he sent the more observant and quiet Teekl; after half an hour, she returned.

"Well, what's new?" Klarion asked Teekl the moment she was in his arms once more. Teekl gave a series of hissed in response. Klarion listened intently and got a sadistic smile on his face once more. " Well if they believe that how can we not make it true." Klarion said as if he was giving an orphan child his favorite toy for Christmas but in fact was doing something nowhere near as heartwarming. The two left heading back to the spaceship where the condiment wizard was waiting.

Before Klarion could tell him what he was plotting, Condiment Wizard spoke first. "I'm sorry if this is unprofessional, as I'm not quite sure of the protocol in this case, but where can I get something to eat and go to the bathroom?" Condiment Wizard asked, a bit embarrassed at having to admit he still had mortal every-day needs despite being an evil wizard.

"Alright, we'll take a bathroom and shake break, then get on with the evil plan." Klarion said in exasperation, clearly not happy to have his fun plan derailed. Teekl was the one who quickly found the restrooms for him to use, and once he was finished, she led him to one of the domes with something safe for him to eat. While he enjoyed the fruits he gave to Teekl, who ate as well, Klarion ignored the offer.

Condiment Wizard was finding himself surprised at how capable Teekl was as she was finding exactly where he needed to go despite it being his first time. "Klarion, you've got quiet the cat here." Condiment Wizard said, giving Teekl nice head rubs. Klarion acted immediately and took her into his arms.

"I know!" Klarion shouted out as he held her in his arms tightly. Teekl hissed at Klarion, and he responded. "I am not jealous. " Klarion declared with a shout towards Teekl and then glared a bit at Condiment Wizard. He raised his hands in supplication, not wanting to ruin this alliance over a cat.

"I have no desire to steal your cat from you, Klarion. I just wanted to compliment Teekl for all the help she's given me recently." Condiment Wizard said to try and calm the situation down. Klarion glared for a while yet. Teekl hissed, getting his attention and giving himself a dude way glare despite being a cat. Klarion sighed. "Fine, I'll stop." Klarion said with clear reluctance.

Teekl gave a hiss sigh, then looked to Condiment Wizard, giving him a glance, then glancing back to Klarion, pointing him out with her eyes. Condiment Wizard thought he understood. So he asked Klarion a question. "So what exactly are we going to do here?" Condiment Wizard said and got a very bold plan told to him as an answer.

In a hotel in Gotham Sheila Haywood was reconsidering her life choices. Not bring back her master, as he was the most important thing in her life. Which was a rather horrible thing, as not only did she have a son, but considering she died being killed with him after selling him out, you'd figure there was a bigger bond due to sheer guilt alone. Sheila was not that kind of woman, so red hood remained as nonexistent to her as the day he'd been born.

No, her problem was considering making a miracle drug to bring back her master with the junkie Catherine Todd. She was a nice woman to work with, as she was always wanting to help. The problem was she was being used as a guinea pig for several different drugs they were treating to make sure of different effects for when they create the true miracle drug. The problem was that Catherine had never gotten over her addiction; her husband had beaten her to death long before she got anywhere close to being clean.

So as she tested different street drugs in combination with regular medicine to create the basis for a wonder drug. Of course they'd have to find something extra to give it the resurrection effect, but that was a ways off. At the moment she just wished Catherine would stay professional for two seconds. "Shel, are you sure you don't need me to check the fast one again?" Catherine asked, eager to help and get another rush.

"Yes, for the fifth fucking time, I'm going on you bouncing off the fucking walls." Sheila shouted back at Catherine, who gave her a best-kicked puppy look. The problem for Sheila was she did it without thinking and was pulling it off as well. Nicely wanting to deal with waterworks, Sheila spoke again to Catherine in a much quieter voice. "I don't need you speeding, but let's test slowing down." Sheila said in her best attempt at a kind voice.

Catherine nodded and got on one of the beds. Sheila walked over and gave her a shot of something—those wandering the street got to slow the world and themselves down. Catherine lay there on the bed with a happy smile on her face as the drugs quickly kicked in. Sheila gave a happy sigh and got back to looking over her notes. She was double-checking all the data they gathered with her training as a nurse and Catherine's experience with street drugs.

She felt they were getting close to a specific mix of speed drugs to get the body going again and then several slow drugs to get their bodies moving at a regular pace. The true issue was the soul and the mind. She would need something special to make sure Condiment Wizard was the one in his body and his mind was a hundred percent.

"I'm sorry he was a good boy! I don't know why he did it!" Cather suddenly shouted out, shocking Sheila out of her train of thought. Sheila turned around, ready to yell at Catherine to shut the hell up, and then she saw why she was yelling and sighed. Catherine was hallucinating again. She's done it a couple of times now. Catherine had gotten word, as Sheila had, about their boys' new habit of putting holes in foreheads.

Poor Catherine was filled with guilt, thinking that she had done better than he would have left a trail of bodies from one side of Gotham to the other. Sheila sighed to herself knowing that she was going to have to stop her work to help Catherine through this again. "You're lucky you've somehow grown on me." Sheila whispers to herself and then makes her way over to Catherine.

She took off her panties, got up on the bed, and sat her ass down on Catherine's face. "Lick you dumb bitch." Sheila said, and immediately she was obeyed. It was a weird way to help Catherine, but it worked. It worked to do the fact her dead best ex had clearly used Catherine's junkie habits for sexual favors. So a combination of sexual habits and guilt allowed Sheila using Catherine sexually to be seen as a form of punishment by Catherine, easing her guilt and calming her down.

"Oh yes, lick there, you dirty bitch." Sheila said, massaging her tits as Catherine worked her pussy like a professional. "Master, I can't wait for you to be back. We can punish this whore together," Sheila moaned out. Catherine responded by licking harder, clearly eager for that to happen as well. The two women would spend a very tiring and sexy night together.