Be Careful What You Wish For: A Zombie Apocalypse
Chapter 127: Give Me Your Wishes

Chapter 127: Give Me Your Wishes

The Gatekeeper stared at the beautiful woman in front of him, biting his lip to keep back the scream threatening to erupt from inside of him.

As he stood there, chained to invisible pillars as his flesh was being slowly removed one strip at a time, she sat in a big, oversized black chair with a pale pink blanket on her lap as she sipped a cup of tea.

Her legs were curled up under her, and she was resting her cheek on her fist. Every so often, she would mutter something that sounded like ’Deal accepted’ before going back to the book she was reading.

It was like she was sitting in the middle of her living room, only with him hanging, bleeding, screaming, in front of her.

"I can tell you whatever you want to know," pled the Gatekeeper as he arched away from the invisible hand behind him. He could feel the sharp blade pressed ever so gently against his skin as yet another strip was peeled off. "I can give you the names of those demons who are working with me. Anything. Please, just let me go back to the Gate. I’ll never do this again."

"Sorry," smiled the woman as she looked up from her book. "But I’m afraid that things don’t work like that. Forgiveness is for the Earth realm; it’s much too late for that sort of stuff here."

"All I did was try to sit on the throne. It’s not like it’s your throne that I tried to take. How about this: you let me go on with my plans, and instead of me sitting on the Devil’s Throne, I can give it to you."

The woman chuckled as she closed her book and put it aside. "You ask for forgiveness and then go right back to what you were doing before. To ask for forgiveness means that you understand what you did wrong and that you will never do it again."

"The Devil hasn’t been here for a long, long time. It’s not like he really cares what we do. If you are afraid of being punished, then don’t be. I can protect you from him," pleaded the Gatekeeper as yet another strip was torn from his back.

It wouldn’t have been so bad, but as soon as it was removed, his skin regrew, leading to the process starting all over again.

"You can protect me from the Devil?" asked the woman, her eyes going wide. "No one can protect me from him."

"I can," the Gatekeeper assured her. "I can protect you from anyone."

"And yet, you can’t even protect yourself right now. Or are you letting yourself be tortured like this for the fun of it?" purred the woman. Moving aside her blanket, she walked toward the demon.

While she was still wearing the same dress, she had removed her shoes while she had been sitting, and hadn’t bothered to put them back on.

"And for your information, the Devil hasn’t sat on that throne for 10,953 years, 10 months, 23 days, 18 hours, and 34 minutes. I know... I’ve counted." Spinning away from him she went back to her chair and got herself comfortable.

"Let me ask you a question," she continued, picking up her book and opening it again. "Is it better to be loved or feared?"

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The Crusher continued to gasp, clutching his throat from where I just punched him. Unbeknownst to the man who had made the wish, he had actually asked for four separate things. First was for me to punch him in the throat.

Done.

Next...

Rushing forward, now that I had given the lumbering human time to regain his breath, I slid between his legs, kicking up as I was under him. The moment the heel from my Mary Jane’s hit him, I could hear a crunching sound.

"I really hope you weren’t planning on using those for a while," I chuckled as I continued to slide through to the other side. Getting to my feet, I made a show of brushing out my full skirt.

Patting all the dust and dirt out of it, I watched from the corner of my eyes as The Crusher’s knees bent in toward each other before he went crashing to the ground.

The Crusher has been crushed... or at least his nuts were.

A tiny ding in my head let me know that I had completed the second wish. However, I had a little problem with the last two wishes.

The Crusher was currently curled in the fetal position, clutching his junk, which would never work again; his eyes closed as tears streamed down his face.

Deciding to give him a break, I turned to the silent audience. "Tell me your wish," I called out, spinning around as I took everyone in. "Tell me your deepest desires; tell me what you want that you never could ask for. Tell me, and maybe, just maybe, they will come true."

"I wish to be rich beyond my wildest imagination," called out one man, and the rest of the audience chuckled at his sarcastic wish. Too bad that whether he meant it or not, he said all the right words.

"Deal accepted," chuckled the woman in my head, enjoying the wish just as much as I was.

Deciding that I needed to get off my feet for a bit, I went over to The Crusher and sat down on top of him as he continued to moan in pain.

"Done," I called up to the man. As soon as I spoke, gold coins began to rain down on him, hitting him every time, but the man didn’t seem to care. His eyes went wide as he held up his hands, collecting the offerings that were literally raining down.

"Holy shit," he breathed, looking at the coins in his hand. Biting into one, he burst out laughing. "It’s real. The coins are real!"

The people around him tried to get in on the wealth, but he pushed them aside, gathering up every speck of gold that he could see.

More and more wishes were screamed out until I couldn’t hear a single individual one. But that didn’t matter; the woman inside of me could hear them just fine.

I collected more than 200 souls from the men screaming their wishes at me as the first man continued to be mesmerized by the gold still falling.

It really was a shame that he was so lost to the gold that he didn’t see his friend behind him slitting his throat.