The Ultimate Host

The Fisherman did not know what to do. It was illegal to help a Councilman to kill another fellow, Councilman. But The Fisherman did not follow the rules for being a Councilman. He barely went to any of the meetings held over the years. The Fisherman never wanted to become a Councilman in the first place. Before he became a Councilman he was an international criminal across the galaxy wanted and hated by many people.

Over the years The Fisherman became bored. So he allowed being captured. The Serpents a well-known government was going to have him executed until he became pardon. The one who paid for his pardon was a Councilman who never revealed his name to anyone. The Fisherman was slaughtering shark at the moment. Even though The Fisherman was in the Councilman Of Fate Empire he was in league with Prometheus who was believed to be dead.

Back on Earth.

Cross was benching three thousand pounds. He was doing this for at least three hours. He placed the weight on the booster cracking his back yawning. He was tired and hungry. Everything was normal except that he was feeling two great powerful spiritual essences by the dinner Last Resort. But Cross did not care. It was not his business to interfere. He wanted to take at least five months from fighting. He opened the Samsung fridge pulling out wonder bread, beef baloney, lettuce, tomatoes, sprouts, cheddar cheese, mayonnaise, and mustard. He fixed himself five sandwiches, with Doritos. He had been on the side to drink. He sat on the couch cracking his neck turning on the TV. He looked outside and saw Jesse doing pushups on his pinky fingers. Sarah sat down next to him smiling. She then closed the windows.

Sarah unbuckled his pants pulling down his Calvin Klein draws. She began sucking his dick. Loud smacking noises echoed through the house. After twenty minutes she stopped and went upstairs to brush her teeth to get the cum smell from her mouth. Cross got on the couch opening the windows. Jesse was still doing pushups on his pinkies.

Dokan Temple.

Most of the ninjas in Dokan Temple where already enclosing on the dimension near Earth. Dark picked up a sweet roll tossing it to the side. He had been eating sweet rolls for two weeks straight. He was tired of hearing and tasting sweet rolls. He picked up a roll of cheese biting a big chunk out of it. The cheese was spoiled but Dark didn't care. Dark unwrapped the dirty red cloth from his face wrapping it around his hand. What Dark did not know was that all his ninjas were already dead. They were killed by Prometheus. Prometheus had a personal vendetta against The Nightmare's Gulch. He was out for Dark next. The word had spread fast. Fuma Kotaro was dead, so a new leader was born.

Dark walked out of Dokan Temple looking at the cliffside. Dokan Temple stood up to fifty-five thousand feet. Summer had fell on the Isle Of Dokan. So it was extra hot. Dark pulled out his sword stabbing it in the entrance of Dokan Mountain. When he was about to go back inside Dokan Temple, Prometheus punched him in the stomach off of Dokan Mountain. Blood rushed out of Dark's mouth.