An owl let out its call. A coyote trotted past, curious, but keeping its distance from us. Insects mindlessly stripped a dead animal. In the tall weeds, little cylinders made of brass, spent casings left by a hunter.

  The forest began to thin a bit. Now we felt electrical lines crisscrossing the area. Not too far away, vehicles raced down a road. Ahead, the terrain started to rise.

  We could feel that the sex organs had completed their change. They were ready for a host.

  Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon.

  We looked up, took a few seconds to examine that world’s lone moon, the only source of light in those deep woods.

  [Do you remember that night? In the ruins of that once great city, under the dead moon, that forgotten corpse of paradise. We met and became one.]

  (A necessity, nothing more.)

  [You haven’t grown fond of us?]

  (No. Your minds and bodies do aid me in finding my joy. And yet, your madness will be my undoing.)

  [What about you?] the charming voice asked the twisted one.

  {It was destiny that brought us together. Without the two of you, I am not whole.}

  [Exactly what I wanted to hear.]

  Up a hill in front of us, electricity, treated wood, cut stone, a female. She could be used to create spawn.