Throughout the day the two lovers didn't get to see much of 
eachother.  None of their classes that day met, and so they only had 
lunch together.  It was good for Jiz, he needed the time to think.  
Shike, though, was through with thinking, and just wanted to spend her 
time with him.

	She was dismayed to find that he had walked home from school, 
leaving his car for her.  He'd do that sometimes, but she didn't think 
he'd do it then, when she most wanted to be with him.

	Still, there wasn't anything she would do, for she respected 
him enough not to interfere.  She left him to his thoughts.  His 
thoughts, and the road.

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	If he passed anybody he knew, he wouldn't have noticed, staring 
at the sidewalk and losing himself in his thoughts as he did.  "It's 
not right, her refusing to say the name of The Evil, just so she won't 
become a part of it.  Why can't she see that so much good would come 
from it?"

	Still, he knew there was no convincing her, he knew from the 
look in her eyes when she talked of it.  It was something he had never 
seen before in her, something inexplicable and unchallengable.  She was 
indeed set in her choice; and he would not think of using the name he 
himself knew.  So as she desired, the problem would remain without 
conclusion.  It occured to him how difficult it would be to ignore it, 
that which has such an effect that he couldn't even truely perceive..

	He spent the rest of his walk home forcing the knowledge from 
his mind.  He had never had a vision..  Never.  He knew the true name 
of none but himself, and he would live a happy life with Shike..

	His efforts did ultimatly succeed.  When he finally did make it 
to his apartment, he was thinking of nothing but Shike.  His thoughts 
weren't entirely pure, but they distracted him nonetheless.  He entered 
into his home, and lied upon his living room couch, continuing the 
thoughts in the privacy of seclusion.

	He found himself imagening what Shike was doing while he was 
having his vision.  He'd have to make her tell him about it some night, 
a nice and detailed description.  Maybe she'd be generous enough to do 
it again for him, but then..  He'd like it more if he had some part in 
it.

	The thoughts soon led to arouse him a great deal.  But he'd 
satisfy that nightime, and with his lover.  He needed to make up for 
last night after all, since he couldn't be there for her.  For now 
though, he'd have to get his mind out of the gutter, so he vowed to 
turn his TV on and pay rapt attention to the first program to meet his 
eyes.  He made it a good fifteen seconds into "Mating Habits of the 
Non-Sentient Puma" before he decided instead to channel surf.

	There wasn't anything worth watching, not that there ever was. 
 His cable wasn't working properly, and so he had a limited amount to 
choose from.  Soon, he became sleepy, not from fatigue but from lack of 
mental stimulation.

	His eyelids were weighing heavy, and the television became 
blurred.  The blurred contours of the room about him gradually melded 
not into blackness, but into greyness.  His half alseep mind forced his 
eyes open curiously, but the room continued to be overtaken by the 
ever-impeding grey.  He was going to have a vision, he couldn't forget 
the results of the last time he encountered the sensation.  He 
stammered "W-why is this happening to me?  I already made my decision!"  

	Still, the invisible force continued to pull him from the 
reality he knew so dearly...

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	It was not like his first vision.  No, it was similar, but 
vastly different.  All around him was a peircing white, and to his 
front was a small black pulsating orb.  It's diameter was about the 
length of his arm, just as The One.

	He had to know what this entity was, forgeting his religious 
training, he asked.  Realizing he had spoken to soon though, he 
submissivly waited till the new entity before him was ready to speak.  
As before in the visions, the pulsating quickened until it took the 
form of a hum, that would rise in pitch to ultimatly be used as a 
voice.  The voice sounded somehow shallow, almost lifeless, and the 
words were as follows..

	"You wish to know what I am?  I have many names.  Satan, 
Lucifer, Diablo, and more correctly, The Evil.."

	Realization came to Jiz.  He couldn't ignore the resposability 
given to him by the nameless blood red entity.  More precisly, Shike 
couldn't ignore her responsability.  He knew that this anti-holy being 
would try to convince him of saying the name, but he was firm in his 
resolve not to.  If he said the name of The One which he learned in his 
last vision, the evil force before him would rule everything.

	The evil entity seemed to sense this.  A thin, black light 
potruded from it, curving crazily, until it found rest in Jiz's 
shoulder.  The pain was unbelievable, if he knew what it was to be 
shot, he'd know this is a comparable situation.  Gasping sharply and 
panting heavily, he still managed to speak through tightly gritted 
teeth..

	"No..  Ugh.  You cannot harm me.  Th..  This is an.." he 
strugled to remember the words, but his mind was dealing with the pain, 
not his speach.  The entity finished for him;  "An identical corporeal 
form..  No, the form you are in lacks the bodies natural resistance to 
unbearable pain.  Endorphins and the state of shock.  Escape from this 
pain, say the name.."

	His mind wasn't so clouded that he didn't understand what the 
results of that would be.  He could merely indure the pain, knowing 
that bringing the world into hell, including himself and The One, would 
be worse than a mortal body could ever feel.  This body wasn't entirely 
mortal though, the mind would not dull to ease the pain, the pain only 
intensified.

	Another beam of black light potruded from the black entity.  It 
curved wildly like the first which it randomly interwove with, breaking 
a few feet from him to find a place through his stomach.  The strands 
of black light slowly expanded.  The camatose state of shock eluded 
him, he could feel only pain.  He wanted to beg the entity to stop, but 
he instead screamed in agony, his vision being blurred red from the 
intensity of it, then muted into blackness.  The pain was his 
existance, he wished for death, but it too eluded him.

	Then it was gone.  Not gradually, like pain usually diminishes, 
but like a soap bubble in a conflict with a sewing needle.  He was left 
kneeling, quivering, his eyes shut tight at the memory of seconds ago. 
 Soon, they were opened, begging to behold his familiar home, but it 
wasn't so.  The whiteness persisted, and the ironic black globe in what 
appeared to be its centre did also.

	It lay motionless, waiting.  He rasied to his feet gradually, 
unable to stop his limbs from shaking so.  He was still constant 
though, his only word a simple, spiteful "No..."

	The Evil was not naive, if entities such as him are capable of 
such a flaw.  It knew now that it could not win against a mind such as 
this one that belonged to the simple creature named Jiz.  No, not in 
this manor.  It would let him be, though it was not finished..  It knew 
what it must do.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

	He awoke kneeling, as he had in the past vision.  The memories 
of what had happened remained with him, mind and soul, though his body 
was unharmed.  He was still shaking softly, he needed Shike.  He picked 
up his old phone and forced himself to dial her number.  He knew he 
could never talk of anything serious while on the phone, he just didn't 
feel comfortable with it.

	"Hey, Shike.  Something came up, I need my car back, can you 
drive it to me right away?" he couldn't keep the vague uneasiness from 
his voice though, however he tried.

	"You sound worried, is something..." but he's already hung up. 
 She took the hint, driving to his building as quickly as she could.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

	Lara, the icy blue canine, also walked home that day.  Not from 
school, but from the house of a lover, wearing only a golden armband a 
few inches below her left shoulder.  She met with nobody on the way, 
which was fortunate to her.  It wasn't that she was ashamed of being 
nude in public, nor was she at any legal risk, for it was accepted that 
way.  She simply didn't like peoples immature reactions.

	She strode purposefully into her house, humming happily to 
herself, reminiscing of her recent visit with her favorite male lover. 
 Only the memory was enough to make her just a bit wet when she thought 
about it.  That day he was particularly energetic, she had more orgasms 
than she could bother counting.

	She trod into her bedroom, where her pornographic posters were 
hung.  They could only serve to add to her mood, grotesque to the 
normal viewer as they were.  Lying down on her bed, she stared at the 
ceiling.  The pictures that turned her on the most were on the ceiling, 
so she could feel herself and stare at them with no discomfort.

	The posters were not needed however, for she was so worked up 
thinking about her lover.  She allowed her hands to slide slowly from 
her thighs inwards, waiting till she could smell her love scent before 
she plunged her fingers into herself.  She knew exactly which areas to 
stimilute for the fastest orgasm, and she worked them violently.

	Thinking about her lover, she could have had an orgasm without 
any stimulation.  Rubbing herself so harshly led to one very quick, and 
powerful, barely leaving her time to enjoy it.

	She was better with herself than any other, for half the time 
she explored a body it was her own.  Still, she preferred to have a 
mate to make love to, regardless of gender.

	Churring happily to herself, she slid a finger over her now 
very wet mound, then brought it to her tongue to taste.  She loved the 
taste of orgasmic liquids, her own or others, and she'd never tire of 
it.

	The icy and wet canine was now also a very tired canine, from a 
particularly active day.  She rolled onto her side and waited for sleep 
to come to her, although it was the time most people had their last 
meal for the day.  She didn't need much sleep, and she preferred to be 
nocturnal.  The wetness over her crotchfur didn't concern her, she had 
experimented with shampoos and found one to be very effective against 
its dried form.  She rather enjoyed sleeping like that, for her love 
scent through sleep sometimes led to arousing dreams.

	Sleep did not come to her however.  Her sight was being 
clouded...

	She was having a vision, though being wiccan she didn't know 
this.  Perhaps her lover drugged her as a joke?  Or was she already 
asleep..  dreaming?

	No..  It was a vision, one that would tie her destiny with the 
others that have had the visions.  One that would send their lives into 
hell, save for Lara herself...

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