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"Janus."

Debra was checking out her acrylics, seeing how they were chipped. They were stopped at a gas station and were on a cliff inside of a village. The night shift workers for the village were busy doing things like moving coal around to get it to different places. Debra could not stand to see how many people looked sad and even angry. Debra couldn't stand it. Debra had to do what she promised she wouldn't. As she turned to Roman, she whispered the words "cover your eyes.". And he did.

Debra let her four more arms appear out of her body and the scacle seeming part of her face appear, closing both eyes shut then opening them up again for her right side to be going honey, neon, dandelion yellow. Glistening in the moonlight, and was greatful for herself to have done what she did with Logan. Rising her arms up, there were yellow and blue strings coming from off of them. And each and everyone of them connected to the villagers. All of them who are hurt and feel as if they're alone. All the LGBT people, people with disorders, anyone who's going through issues at home that puts them through terrible mental health states were connected by the strings. And they heard the most sweetest things ever. Their fantasies could come true. Their lives could be saved from where they were now, as long as they listened to Debra.

Their fantasies were personalized, based off of what they want instead of what they have now. Some wish for riches and wealth, while others wish for fame and glory. But since every wish must be corrupted when using power from both creative twins, they sacrifice one of their most valuable memories in order to get where they want to be. Taking away what makes them good people is also an option - and so she let them decide for themselves while subconsciously inside of their minds.

She convinced them to go over to her new Kingdom. The Kingdom of Philotimo and Oneiron. What everyone will remember as the kingdom of dreams, love and honor. But it wouldn't stay as that for too long. As Debra is a vices and virtues typed woman. And she will not hesitate to stop the peace once it does not align with the future she had set up for her and her son.

The villagers started wake up. They marched out their tiny houses and went out towards where Debra was, she grinned as everyone had bags ready and already knew the plan. Roman left the cat confused. "Kid, make a boat. A huge boat. Make 5 of them. Enough for our new kingdom before we let them reproduce to make even more citizens." Debra chuckled, not letting Roman question anything. He snapped twice and everything appeared near the nearest ocean. They travelled there and Debra was pulling her strings so tight that it was testing her limits.

Everyone boarded the ships that were fully furnished with food and everything they'll need. Everyone boarded the ships until they were all full and it set sail with the captains that were automatically generated with the ships. As they rode overnight there was a huge earthquake. One of the most largest earthquakes ever. Because it easy Debra's doing. She was rising land from underground, making a secret contenant. One that could've been remembered as the eight contenant, but never truly existed. Everyone but Debra's citizens were effected by the earthquake. It took them 3 days to make it but they finally did. Arriving at a beautiful island with houses of royalty, flags to represent peace and equality, ect.

"I want this to be big enough as an empire. I don't want to be a king or queen. Gender rolls are determined by how one perceives another's appearance to be masculine or feminine. I refuse to let that be so. I am an Emporer. And I won't let anyone but my son take that crown from me." Debra said in a cold, sinister voice that genuinely surprised Roman. "I want structures. I want a castle. I want modern technology AND historical items. I want it all, Roman!" She exclaimed and peeked through the window then walked out to deck, the salty breeze blasting in her face and the air. Her yet to be cut split ends dangled. The sun was rising and the atmosphere was a gold, pink beam with violet highlights.

Roman nodded and lifted up both arms - everything started to hurt and he fell -- trying to make this was exhausting because it was by himself. Debra turned to Roman who had fell, tilting her head slightly to the left and bending down. "Oh honey, I forgot." She chuckled and got down on her knees to gently hold his forehead and lay another hand on his chest, reciting words from a different language that tied ropes and loose ends around Roman's connection to Logic.

They tied around parts of his heart and protected it. Wrapping around his ribcage and tying small knots from Remus' abilities within those ropes, it gave Roman the power he needed. As he stood up and raised his arms, even more gorgeous details added into the island. But so did a castel. A grey castle with white banners, red carpets and gold silverware inside. Already having butlers, maids and fairy lights, long enough to fit around all of her castel. Roads had fairy lights along the polls and above their small towns, and there were beautiful houses.

"Your father doesn't understand it, kid." Debra mentioned, Roman listened as he was thinking of finishing touches. "Your father may have figured out how terrible it is that I've been doing things for years, putting mines and my children's lives in danger -- and he knows about my black magic shit, but he doesn't know what I want now." Debra ended. "What do you want now?"

"I want to be referred to as Janus. And I want to be the God of this world. I will take over countries and make everyone love me. I don't give a shit about what anyone else says - this world will be mine. Even if I have to put these worthless vessels through chaos and slavery to do it." She laughed - making Roman raise an eyebrow.

"Why Janus?"

She paused, then answered. "In ancient Roman religion and myth, Janus is the god of beginnings, gates, transitions, time, duality, doorways, passages, and endings. He is usually depicted as having two faces, since he looks to the future and to the past." She looked at the sea. "I want to be called they/them instead of she/her. A genderless emperor would be so much more intimidating. For if you misgendered me once, all villagers and peasants would understand what could happen."

"Don't you think that's a little harsh, Ma?" Roman asked. Janus shook their head. "I do think that the penalties for accidental disrespects would be unnecessary, but the idea of letting others know that purposely misgendering or disrespecting others would be put through that kind of shit makes them afraid to even try. Besides, they couldn't purposely use a deadname if they were never aware of what it was in the first place." Janus saw the ship stopping as they arrived.

"Oh, and Roman," Janus caught his attention. "Call me by my name."

A/n; i know i posted this like a month later but i have no excuse and was procrastinating
published : 5●7●2020