John smirked and continued. “Also… If I was Sassy, I would have a good Instagram caption.”

I considered that. I had said it… Like a million times… Because THAT was my current Instagram caption.

“Dammit…” I mumbled. “Get back to work now…”

“Ok… Okk… No need for sass…” John smirked and turned back to his work, completely proving his point. Like always…

I may have been known to pout and pout for few years or so…

OK FINE… It was years… could be decades…

But… but… they really did cross all the limits!!!

News flash folks: SLAVERY IS WRONG!??!!!

If I had no qualms with slavery, I won’t have given you FREE WILL!!!??!!!

I would have made all my slaves… Run this world like a puppet show…

I gave everyone… Sentinel or not… Free will to choose their action and accordingly make their own destiny.

Yes… I make prophesies, fated futures, etc.

But they are merely chances of potential destinies or futures.

But do they even learn their mistakes? No Sir… They don’t! Then they have the AUDACITY to go again and try the same. THINKING THAT THERE IS NO ONE WATCHING THEM!!?!!!

I send all of them to Hell. Specifically, I send them to their hell. It is all about PERCEPTION.

For some, Hell is full volcanic background with goblins (very mischievous, pain in the ass) or orcs (Very nice, polite people) as demons boiling them over a pot or roasting them over the fire like grilled kebab. Which I am sure that they don’t do… They have a hell lotta better culinary taste than that. I can attest to it…

For some, it is a full Gothic background with the river of Styx flowing in the background.

For some, it is a full court like background with judge and jury alike, sitting to judge them in their afterlife.

So Yeah… I send them to their respective hell. I may have also suggested to the respective authorities to give them a taste of their own medicine…

Even if they don’t complete their punishments in the afterlife, it gets carried forward in their reincarnated lives which is even more horrifying. (I just love those… I smiled wickedly.) Did they really think they could torture my beloved children?

All the innocent are mine to protect, even if one is a demon, troll or a deadly mermaid. If they haven’t harm others other than in self-defense, then they are innocent and mine to protect.

Even then the world that I created… was losing the magic… I guess… It was inevitable. But I still held out hope for all… Humans, vampires, fairies… even mermaids. They are the most bloodthirsty of all… I shuddered. They give me the hibiee-jibes…

Now I am quickly losing hope… I need to do something fast…

But First… I paused and pulled out a magazine from the drawer and set out to read it. I walked out and laid down on the sandy beach. Whenever I felt without hope… I read and went to my happy place…

“Uhhh… What are you doing?” John asked skeptical…

“A new chapter of ‘Accountant and his Caveman’ by ‘Dhanshree9’ is online.” I informed John without raising my eyes from the pages. “And I intend to read it.”

“Can’t you read it online? Like everybody…”

“I am not EVERYBODY.” I rolled my eyes. “Besides, I like reading from hard papers…”

John blinked at my method and asked me slowly as if talking to a dense child. “So, you first download the new chapter, then print it out and gather them together like a magazine… to read…”

“Uhnn Nooo… not just that… I support them in Inks as well!!!” I roll my eyes again because… What the hell?? I HAVE to support my favorite authors!!!

“Plus, I don’t need to do all that…” I waved the magazine at him. “I just have to wish and they are ready, freshly minted to be read, in my drawer. Now… Leave me be…” I turned back to the caveman seducing and whispering sweet nothings to his accountant (Both of whom were dressed only in loincloth… I blush and squeal loudly… on the inside…) and away from all the troubles of the world.