Party at Gene's Hangout.

After the events in his office, King Gene Empire of the brand new Plutonian Empire, and his mentor Nucleina both kept tabs on the news of the day.

Media outlets and social media were firestorming for the rest of the day. Not only was the world shocked with this sudden appearance of a rebel state defying the will of the Americans, people were equally, if not more so, shocked about the confirmation of the existence of visual magic in the real world. The likes of which have only ever been seen in mythology, lore, and fiction of high fantasy before today.

In additon, hundreds of religious organizations, especially those affiliated with "the big three," immediately came out to condemn the Plutonian Empire for heresy, witchcraft, and especially blasphemy in the eyes of their respective deities. Still others refused to acknowledge the existence of magic claiming photoshopping and fake cgi effects and so forth.

Naturally, Gene, Nucleina, and many Plutonian government officals were intellectually masturbating to the global crisis they just caused.

As expected though, most major Western nations officially rejected the existence of the Plutonian Empire, demanding the King return to the US immediately to face justice, and branded him a terrorist. Gene's social media accounts were also suspended, but not for long as the suspensions were magically and permanently overriden by the Magical branch of the Empire's intelligence agency. This ensured the other world leaders had at least some means of contacting Gene directly, at least until formal relations could be established.

Today however, Gene wanted to wait until the next day before answering messages sent to him, as he and Nucleina wanted to develop some strategies that could help the Empire gain some footing the first few days of its existence.

Within a couple hours, the sun had already set, considering the Plutonian Empire was intentionally using the American CST time zone despite its location at the intersection of the Tropic of Capricorn and the South Atlantic Ridge, another symbolic "Fuck You" to the standard traditions of the world. Although this first week, standard Plutonian work hours would fluctuate some, as everything would be finalized, the goal was to follow a nocturnal schedule, mainly because of Gene's dislike of daylight hours to begin with. Although the paranormal residents would also appreciate this anyway, so it was a win-win.

By 9 pm, it was 2 am in the rest of the timezone the Plutonian Empire occupied. The work day was done, and Gene and Nucleina were hosting the first ever party at Gene's Hangout, with the entire federal government staff. This would literally be the only time the entire Plutonian government would fit inside a single Gene's Hangout at one time in the Empire's entire history, as from here on out, the Empire was only going to get bigger.

In the meantime, tonight's party is simply to celebrate the Empire's official founding. While several of the Belle Hadean volunteers were there, the party was mostly just King Gene, Nucleina, and the Plutonian federal staff, currently consisting entirely of paranormals of various ilk.

"King Gene!" Gene heard a deep, familiar voice, in a Kenyan accent. It was Jessica Plutonii, a werewolf who was the current head of the Plutonian Empire's Paranormal Army, the supernatural branch of the military. "I'd like you to meet someone!" Jessica called Gene over.

Gene, previously just sitting at an empty small table in the free cafeteria, eating some salmon while he and Akemi repeatedly eye-fucked each other, brought his meal with him to sit down with Jessica the next table over.

Jessica introduced Gene to her husband, Jason Plutonii, another werewolf. By day, they looked just like any other interracial couple, but of course by night their claws and fur were out (literally), due to their werewolf heritage. Currently, the couple was feasting on the shrunked down, cooked remains of some wild horses from England they caught for Akemi.

Although Gene wasn't into meats other than beef, even he thought the cooked horses smelled delicous, surprisingly. Jessica and Jason quickly noticed Gene enjoying the new scents (new for him, anyway), and silently smiled at each other, knowing the King was indeed as open minded as they heard him to be.