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Dueling The Chessmaster Every lonely man wants to get a girl, a girl who will love him and treat him kindly. But not every man will get what he wants. So what does one have to do to obtain the one thing he needs? The answers are not obvious but one man finds a sinister yet intriguing way to get the girl of his dreams. It is in a small club in the shadows of the city. There a tall man will give you what you want if you can beat him at a game of chess. The only problem is that each piece lost, every step closer brings you closer to his clutches and brings unexpected consequences. Good luck. It is an old tale really. But true nevertheless. I hardly believe it. The tales of old always tells the same story. A desperate yet noble soul wants something. It could be anything. It could be money. It could be fame. It could be just a simple item or talent. Then this person meets The Devil. Of course this evil fiend wouldn't turn you down. He will hear your pleads, your desires for whatever you want. But there is a price, always a price. In order to get your desire goal, you must beat The Devil. And he is always a great chess player. Nevertheless I faced him. Despite the warnings and consequences, I challenged the devil and it was all for a girl. The devil that faced me was called Zachariah, Zachariah K. Churchwell. Who was this man was a mystery. The rumors about him were insane. He seems to be a trickster. He could be a demigod. He was probably a wizard. It didn't matter. He was my opponent. I found him in a club that I went in on a rainy, miserable night. It all began when I walk into this unsettling club. This club was known in town and it had many names. The Pit was the common one. Everything goes was the saying. Every seedy business, every dark deal, every shadowy secret. But I went in, out of curiosity, out of boredom, and mostly out of a simple choice. It wasn't long before I saw him. The club was dark, lights were flashing and loud songs were playing everywhere. But I saw Zachariah. He was tall and bony like a skeleton. He wore a nice suit that was white and flawless. His red tie hanged down like a single drop of blood. He wore an insane smile that seem to have way too many teeth. The smile did not reach his cold, grey eyes that surveyed the area below. He was standing above this dark assembly like a farmer above his cattle. I spent a good time trying to ignore the feeling of being watch. I did my best to hit on girls, get them to hang out with me. But it was unsuccessful. Eventually I given up and spent the rest of my night sitting at the bar, wallowing in self-pity. Then I felt him. A cold presence hovering over my shoulder. It was like that shiver that runs down your spine, the one feeling that gives you goosebumps on your arms. I turn to see him standing next to me. "Hello," he said, a sinister smile filled his lips. "What is your problem, my lad?" "Leave me alone," I growled. "Oh come now," he said in a light tone. "Don't be like that. My name is Zachariah. My full name is Zachariah K. Churchwell. I am the owner of this club. I noticed you are having some issues lately. I am here to offer you a deal." "Well my name is fuck off and that is what I want you to do," I said as I began to move. "Oh, don't be like that Daniel," he said before I could get up. "I know it must be so agonizing not to have a girlfriend. You tried with Amanda Smith, with Samantha McCoy, with Terri Baker, and even your old lab partner, Perry McGann." I paused. My hand was frozen on my drink. "How do you know that?" I asked quite calmly. "You may think I am the devil, perhaps I am," He let out a little laugh. "But I am just a magical force, a god by some and an evil spirit by others. It doesn't matter though. It is up to you. I am a powerful force. I can do many things. "What do you mean?" "Well," Zachariah tilted his head. "I could give you something you have been longing for, something you wanted for a very long time. I could give you the girl of your dreams. The one girl you have been pursuing for years. I could give you Ashley." My heartbeat began to quicken. "Ashley?" She was the one girl I tried so hard to date, to get to fall in love with me. To just look at me. Even with chasing the other girls, I still felt longing for her. But what would happen if I said yes? I turn to Zachariah, my eyes scanning him for any falsehood. "Yes, Ashley" Zachariah said, his grey eyes flashing. "Just her falling madly in love with you and you never have to be lonely again." "But there is a cost," I said bluntly. "Oh yes," Zachariah said, he turn towards the crowd as he spoke. "Just everything has a cost. The people in this room will regret some things tomorrow, they will regret some things ten minutes from now. But how would you regret turning down my offer, Daniel? Will it haunt your mind? Knowing you were so close to receive my gift but you refused to take part in my bargain? I could give you what you want. You just have to play my game." Zachariah turned to leave. I was about to leave it at that. I should have leave it at that. I didn't want it bother me but I knew he was egging me on. It was all sweet talk, I thought. But then I looked at my drink. It was frozen solid. It was obviously Zachariah's doing. I sighed and put my drink down. It was cold like many of the girls that rejected me. Suddenly I got up. "Zachariah!" I yelled over the crowd. I found him across the dance floor. I stepped towards him just as a fight broke out. Two men that seems to be gym regulars were duking it out. One was knocking the other to the ground. Then I saw Zachariah lift his left hand, barely above his chest. Then my own eyes showed me that this was not some normal situation and Zachariah was not some normal person. For one of the brawlers began to float above the ground. He started to yell, his voice going in and out. Then Zachariah flicked his wrist. The man then flung across the room. He landed hard on the other side, letting out a painful groan. For a moment everyone started to panic. They were starting to scream and headed for the doors. Then Zachariah snapped his fingers. The crowd paused and then began to dance again as if nothing happen. "So, Daniel," Zachariah turned towards me, a cane in his right hand, "you want to play against me?" "First, what do I win?" I asked. "Simple, you get to date Ashley or whatever girl you want," Zachariah said, his smile returning to his face. "Then what am I wagering?" "Oh, your servitude to me. It wouldn't be long. Just one year of working for me." "So, what are we playing?" "A simple game of chess." "Fine then," I said, taking a deep breath. I put my hand out. "Deal," Zachariah said and we shook hands. So we were standing on the top floor, a small section overlooking the dance floor. The black, title floor was thumping beneath my feet. A crimson light shine over our heads as a pale, blue light came from my right side. On the table was a chess board. The pieces were glowing. Mines were an electric blue and Zachariah's was pitch black with a hint of iodine purple. We sat on small stools, unbothered by anyone else. "Well, white moves first," Zachariah said. "All right then," I said and I move my pawn forward two spaces. Zachariah grinned as he move his knight out front. I figure he would. I move my next pawn forward to guard my other pawn. His next move was to bring his pawn out to threaten my standing pawn. I moved my knight out to help guard my pawn. Suddenly Zachariah moved his queen across the board. Before I knew it, he was able to threat my king. "Check," Zachariah said simply. "You know we haven't discussed the terms or payment options." I felt my body tingling. I suddenly bent down, my stomach cramping up. I felt my skin becoming sweaty and slick. Yet deep down, I felt good. It was if something nice was emerging in me. A nice feeling was growing in me. Part of me wanted to lose just to see where this feeling was leading to. No, I thought stubbornly. I shook my head violently. "Payment options?" I asked angrily. "What payment options?" "Well, why should I waste my time with you?" Zachariah asked, his face looked bored. "What do I get out of it?" "You mean me serving you for a year is not enough?" I asked, glaring at him. "You can't just get something for nothing," Zachariah said simply. "Tell you what, each piece lost will give you a new feature. Now make your move." I stared at him, my mouth open. I smiled ruefully and move my pawn to block his queen. It worked. But Zachariah was able to take my other pawn. He moved his pawn down, despite being under threat from both my knight and pawn. Before I could move, I felt a tingling in my body. I thought it was my phone going off. I went down to the floor to grab my purse. I shuffle through my crap, until I could find phone. I lift up the purple smartphone. No messages. I put my phone back. Then it dawn on me. "I don't own a purse," I said quietly. Zachariah let out a little chuckle. "You do now," he said. "But, but-but, I am a guy," I wailed. Girly, I thought. "Yes, but that is part of the game," Zachariah explained. "It makes things entertaining for me." "This is unfair!" I shouted out. I looked at the cute purse. It was lavender with studs on the top and in the handle. It was clinging to me naturally. Yet I like it despite not being normal for a guy. I can't help to think that it was mine. But I didn't had one. I looked at my fallen pawn. Then I looked at Zachariah. "You did this," I growled. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" "It is part of the deal," Zachariah said. "If I win, which I will likely, then you serve me for a year. I didn't say you will be the same or nothing will happen to you. It is all part of my plan. Unfortunately you didn't read the fine print." "You are changing me into-" "A female version of yourself. Actually more like a combination of the females you seek." "Change be back or I'll swear-" "Daniel, please," Zachariah held his hand out. "If you really think threatening me will work then you really are as stupid as some of your peers believe you are. If you manage to beat me I will then restore you to your former self. However you are mines if you lose. Each piece represents a different feature, a new transformation to your body. Chess is a mind game. So if your mind is plaything to your body and your game depends on your mind then don't let it be a habit to lose. Now make your move." I took a deep breath, calm myself and then move my knight to attack his killer pawn. He moved his other knight on his next turn. I took another deep breath. I was about to make my next move. But it was risky. Yet his queen and knight was still out. I need to move his offense back. I move my bishop forward, across the board and next to his queen. Then I realize my mistake. My bishop was protected by my knight. But my knight was still unprotected. Zachariah swiftly took my knight with his knight despite my two pawns guarding it. Immediately I felt the returning feeling of change. My chest felt weird. The feeling around my nipples intensify tenfold. A feeling of dread filled me before it was eclipsed by a joyful, pleasurable feeling. Flesh was getting puffy under my nipples. I let out a soft sigh as the fat, milk ducts, and lobes filled my top chest. They gather underneath my two newly formed breast. My breast grew into large, noticeable bags of flesh. They weren't too big, in the higher range of a C-cup. But they might as well be ticking bombs on my body. I stared at them, my emotions conflicted. The higher, dominated part of my mind was scared and felt extreme hatred and fear of my new breast. But part of me guiltily enjoys and likes these new features. They were my boobs. My nipples were even standing out pleasurably, hard and erect. I looked up at Zachariah, tears in my eyes. Zachariah did not bat an eye. "Your move," was all he said. I calmed myself. Two features were not bad. Although judging the purse and my new breast, it should be vital that I do not lose more pieces. A guy could glance over here and think that I was a chick. But panicking wouldn't help either. I got to concentrate. I studying the board. My bishop was in danger. Without my knight, both his knight and queen could easily take out my bishop. I had to move it. So I took my bishop down behind my two leading pawns, in front of his black knight. Zachariah move his queen across the board on his next move. I looked at the threat. It was threating my queen! I didn't want to lose my queen. Not only was it the most powerful piece but I highly believe that losing that piece will give me a devastating feature. I looked at my options. Thanks to his knight, staying close will not be an option. Yet if I leave, then it gives his queen an opening. I am going to lose. No, I thought scornfully. Keep your mind in the game. Yet his move left me in a pickle. Attacking his queen was not an option. It was guarded by his other knight. I had to defend and sacrifice a couple pieces. I gulped. I was going to deliberately let myself be change. Well, be force to choose the pieces that were going to die. I had three options. I could move my queen, try to escape. I could also move my bishop in front in between my queen and his. But his knight will be able to attack it. Then there was my pawns. I could move my left pawn to block his queen, get taken by his knight who will then get taken by my other pawn. Hopefully he will not go after my pawn because my queen was protecting it. But the latter move felt like a trap. Was I playing into his hands? I had no choice. Either move my pawn or let him take my pieces. I move my pawn forward a space. It worked! It was better than I could hope for. Zachariah retreated his knight back. Now his pieces were retreating. But his queen was still out. I had to be bold again. I move my remaining knight out, ready to attack. The next couple of moves we move our offending pieces. Then he move his knight taking my pawn and checking my king. "Check," Zachariah said again. Before he could finish those words, I felt the tingling feeling. Then my lips became numb. Then it spread to my face. I reached for my mirror. The one in my purse. It was shocking but it felt natural to look at the mirror. I just had to make sure my makeup was good. I paused. My face was covered in makeup, eye liner, eye shadow, powder, and lipstick. It felt so right but look so wrong. I look like a drag queen. Then a notice the voice. It was a small voice. Something whispering from the darkest corners of my mind. It was saying a few simple words. Just two words. Give in. It seems to come from my king. Give in, it seems so natural it said. Let it change you. I was afraid. I lick my lips. It felt natural. I could taste the wax. Give in, the voice said. No, I thought silently. Give in Never! But now I was screwed. His knight can't be block. I had to move my king or kill his knight. But his knight was protected by his queen. Another piece lost. But his knight was too close. This was getting out of hand. I had to kill his knight either with my pawn or knight in hopes that he wouldn't attack my pieces. I use my pawn to kill his knight. This better work, I hope. I killed his knight but it led to another mistake. His queen quickly zip across the board and took my white bishop. I gasped, my voice squeaked. I gulp. But something didn't feel right. I felt tingling somewhere. Something was changing. I gulp again. What happen? I didn't feel secure. "What's going-" I asked but then stop. That wasn't my voice, I thought. "Hello, my name is-" It didn't sound right. It was too high! "She sells seashells by the seashore," I said quickly. But it was high and girly. It was like an average female voice. I quickly did a few more tests. But nothing work. I try lowering my voice but it sound too cheesy. I let out a soft cry, tears forming in my eyes. I didn't want to be a girl. I had to do something. "Please, stop this!" I cried out to Zachariah. It was pathetic. Especially with a soft voice like mines. But what choice do I have? I had to stop this transformation. "Let me go, stop this change," I asked politely. "Call off the bet, this is totally unfair!" "Why should I?" Zachariah asked bluntly. "We shook hands. We made a deal. The only way to end this game now is if one of us forfeits. Unfortunately if you forfeit, I get to have you serve me for a year. So play or lose. It is your choice." I glared at him, fury of hell in my eyes. Now it wasn't a game to gain a love interest. It was a game to win my manhood back. I have to fight to win. So I lost two pawns, a bishop, and a knight. But I still could gain the upper hand. I need to take out the queen. It was sweeping the floor. It was able to get behind my pawns and threat my queen. So I move my next pawn forward, hoping to keep his queen to back off. He simply move his queen a few spaces to my right. We did a couple more moves, keeping our defenses up but still not achieving any ground. The only problem was my queen was getting trap. His pawns were closing in. I moved my only knight to guard my defense. He then move his black bishop down, checking my king. "Check," Zachariah said. "I see that," I muttered. Then the voice return. "Give in," it whispered softly. "You know you want to." "Shut up," I said to myself. "What is that?" Zachariah asked. "Nothing." The voice kept pressuring me, making it hard to think. If he keeps putting me in check, then I will make a mistake with the voice that wants me to be a female. I can't allowed that. I had to do something. But his bishop had me in the right spot. I had to move my king. I move my king up, keeping it on a white space and protected. It was time to bring my big guns out: My rooks. I move my right rook over one. Then Zachariah gave a small smile and then a quick but effective move. He killed my other pawn and was able to check my king. "No," I uttered just as Zachariah said, "Check." I felt the tingling followed by a sharp pain on my ears, eyebrows, and belly button. It went away as quickly as it came. The feeling was just a bolt of lightning. But already I could feel the change. I didn't need a mirror to see the results. I felt them. The cold, metal rings were dangling underneath my earlobes, foreign yet welcoming. My eyebrows moved up from my surprise causing the studs in them to move too. I didn't needed to guess what was in my belly button. Probably a cute stud. It felt weird but natural. Maybe I should be a girl. I was always secretly envious of some of the things women were able to do. It felt nice to be different. "No," I growled, getting a hold of myself. His pawn needed to die. But with his queen protecting it, I had only one option. I had to escape. My king was trap. His bishop was still attacking from behind my king. I need to move in front of his pawn. I move my king to the right. It worked but it crippled my rook's next move. With his turn, he was able to protect his defenseless pawn with his rook. Still, I had to make my next move wisely. My only hope was to move and eliminate his queen and bishop so that my rooks and queen have an open field. I at least need to keep them from checkmating me. So went for his bishop, moving my pawn forward to threat it. He was unconcern, just move his pawns forward. I use my next two turns to move my bishop and rook over. Then he attack my pawn with his bishop despite having my rook guarding it. I closed my eyes, bracing for the next change. My fingernails felt weird for a brief moment. I looked at them. They were lavender, a shade that match perfectly with the chess pieces. Don't think like that, I said silently. I ignored the thoughts and my fingernails as I grab my rook to finally take out his bishop. The loss of his bishop did not faze Zachariah. He just simply move his knight back. I smiled to myself. Now it was my turn. I moved my rook to take his pawn that was in front of my king. With my knight protecting it, my rook was threating his queen. His queen simply move diagonally, to a spot that had threaten my pawn, bishop, and rook. He is testing me, I thought. My rook and pawn were protected. My bishop however wasn't. I had to move it. But to retreat or move forward? I decided on the latter, taking the only safe spot on his side for my bishop. Or so I thought. The moment I move my bishop, he pounces on it with his knight. I let out a cry of despair as the changes began again. The tingling sensation move to the center of my face. My nerves became numb like I was at the dentist. I scrunched up my face. My bone structure was vibrating. I let out a soft gasp. Everything was a small blur before I was able to focus again. I patted my face. It felt different. Softer and Smoother. I needed my mirror. I open it up and stared at the image. It stunned me. The face that stared at me was nothing like my old face. It was perky. It was cute. It was just, just freaking striking. My girl face did not have any facial hair obviously. It was smaller and rounder. I had bright, green eyes. I gave out a small smile. My perfect, white teeth shown off brilliantly. "I'm beautiful," I said, despite myself. "Yes, you are," Zachariah said, interrupting my trance. "Imagine how useful you will be here. This is your future home and job after all." That brought me back to reality and the graveness of this situation. "Never," I said. I looked at the game. I was not in a good position. My pawns were depleted and I lost both my bishops. All my offensive pieces were facing other pieces or stuck by his queen. I could only retreat or use my queen. I had to gain some progress. He had me against the wall. But I still had my powerhouses. I move my queen forward to take his pawn. The game was getting intense. With another swift move, he took my other pawn with his knight. "What a shame you try to win with petty victories," Zachariah said lightly. I felt the tingling return. Only this time I felt a light breeze on a small area on my back. I looked down. The nice, casual shirt I wore tonight was replace by a small, purple blouse. It felt nice on me. I looked behind me. It was a low-cut blouse on me. The low area displayed my small area of my back nicely. My back was hairless and golden. It just wants to be touch. I turn my head and focus on the dire situation. His knight was threatening both my queen and rook, a sadistic choice that could work if not for my pawn able to attack it. The only problem was his queen is protecting the knight. I have to lose a pawn in order to protect my rook and queen. But at this rate the chances of me winning were already low enough. The few pawns I have must die in order to preserve my only shot of winning. I took my pawn and destroy his knight. Unexpectedly, Zachariah took out a different pawn, one that was on the other side of the board. He had me in check again. Zachariah didn't bother to say the word. The effects began again. The tingling surrounded my legs, causing a tight feeling around my calves and groin area. I looked down at the jeans I was wearing. They had jewels and studs embedded down the legs and on the side. The female jeans were comfortable. I however knew the voice was back. It was stronger than ever, tempting me to give in. I was already nearly there with my face, my clothing, and my breast. But I was resilient. I knew however that this was going to be a tough but necessary move. I took my queen and use it to block his attacking queen. I pray that he wouldn't do it. My queen was protected. My rook was there. All but one piece was there. I took a deep breath. Then Zachariah retreated his queen. I let out a side of relief. Now it was time for me to gain an upper hand. I move my queen up a few spaces to diagonally to the left, checking his king. "Check," I cried out triumphantly. "So what?" Zachariah said and he move his king over one. So that is how he wants to play it. We did a couple of moves later. He was advancing his pawns. With his queen coming out, I knew those pawns was to reach the end of the board. I move my knight to able to strike his pawn. But it was a faulty move. The moment I did so, he sweep down with his queen, taking my knight. I let out a gasp of surprise and aghast. Suddenly my head arched back. I let out a shuddering sound as if I was dunk in cold, ice water. The tingling was returning to my head. My scalp felt itchy. I lift my head back up. I felt a weird, downy weight on my head. I reached for my head. I felt it as soon as I got near my ears. Long, stringy hair that flowed down past my shoulder and in the middle of my back. My brown hair took a lighter shade and grown several inches. Before I know what I was doing, I was putting my hair in a neat ponytail. I stopped. I looked at the hair band in my hand. I looked at Zachariah. "This is how it is going to end?" I asked. "You still have a couple of pieces left," Zachariah said softly. "Although, there is no way for you to win now. My queen is out and you have nothing to stop it. You're surprise that I'm winning? Did you really think I was going to simply let it be easy? No, my dear friend. This is the end. You don't have a chance to reclaim your freedom. It is simple. You wanted someone to be loyal to you, to help you feel love. I would enslaved your perfect girl, numbed her free will. I would mute the voices that would tell her to reject you, to dislike you, to never give her a second thought. I was willing to do all that if you ever beat me. Yet, you are not willing to pay the price?" "Yes, but not like this," I pointed out. "Not like a girl." "Yet, I should just let this price be easy," Zachariah leaned forward. "Pleads of mercy unfortunately don't work on someone as cold and calculating as me. You should really think of that before you deal with me." "What do you want me to do?" Zachariah lean back. "Surprise me," was all he said. "Fine, then." I move my rook up. It was threaten no matter what. Closer to my queen, the safer it will be. But that was not the case. As soon as I let go my rook, he attacked it with his queen, checking my king. I let out a gasp of pain. My hips snapped. They open up. I groan as my bone structure changed. I looked down as my eyes winced up. I took a deep gulp of air as the pain resided. My hips and waist was different. I have an hourglass figure. My hips were wider and my waist was narrower. There was no mistaking it now. I looked like a women. Only one thing kept me from being one hundred percent complete. His queen and my queen were locked in combat next to each other. The decision was nerve racking. I could take his queen out but lose my queen to his protecting bishop. The only other option was to block his queen with my queen. My only hope was that he didn't go after my queen with my pawn protecting it. It was my only shot. Losing my queen could mean losing my chance of winning. I took the gambit. I move my queen in front, hoping it would work. "Alas, the final minutes tick," Zachariah said softly. He moved his queen down past my pawn and queen and checking me from the side. Give in, give in, give in, the voice kept repeating. I can't, I cried to myself. But it was over. I was fighting the ocean. His queen was able to take my remaining rook. I had to move forward, protect my king. I move my king up. I braced for the change. He took my rook. I felt my ass become rounder, softer. It filled the seat of my pants nicely. I let out a soft cry. I looked at my only remaining pieces. I move my faraway pawn forward, into the mouth of his bishop. He took it. I felt the change come and go. I stared down at my feet. Black, three inch shoes tapped against the floor. They looked nicely on my feet. I sighed. I move my king up. His rook came down, checking my king for the last time. I had only one move left. It was the only way. I move my queen in between the rook and my king. "Do it," I said calmly. Then I yelled. "Do it!" "All in good time," Zachariah said. Then he move his queen forward. It was checking my king, a sandwich between his rook and queen. The only option left was to move my king, letting him take my queen. It was game over. The moment he does, the queen will be all powerful and protected. This was it. I move my king down. He then took my queen. "Checkmate." The change came in a hundred fold. It felt like something was squeezing my insides. I let out a cry of pain and felt to the floor. Sweat began to cover my body but more so my groin area. My sac was dripping with juices, soaking my pants. Then my testicles ached fiercely. It felt like something was pinching them. Then they slowly move into my body. I could feel them crawling into me. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no," I whimpered as I reached for my pants. But it was too late. They went into me. Slowly they penetrate my body, forming into ovaries. Then came the most dreaded one. My penis began to shrink. I could feel it being squeezed, pushed inwards. Then the tip became sensitive, very sensitive. I felt my skin cracked open. Then everything went into the new hole. I placed a dainty finger on that area. I felt the foreskin, the slit beneath my fingertip. Warm juices seep from the newly form organ. It felt wonderful. I started crying, both from happiness and sadness. I was completely female. I lay on the ground. Then Zachariah came towards me. He looked down. A rare look of pity was on his face. He seem to know that this was going to happen. I got off the ground, my legs shaking beneath me along with my heels. I looked at him, expecting him to say something. I then looked at the board. Only my pawn remain. I looked back at Zachariah. For a moment nothing happen. Then Zachariah flicked his wrist and my pawn fell down. The moment it did, I felt the tingling returned. At first I was dreading the change. What else could happen? I thought. Then I realized that nothing could happen that wasn't going to happen. Then I felt the elastic formed around my chest. My underwear changed. A bra was holding my breast in place and my panties slid neatly over my new organ. For a moment I felt happiness. Then I looked at Zachariah, reality hitting me fully. "What's next?" "Next is your new home," Zachariah said. "You will be moving into the apartments next door. Then you will start work at three. You will serve as one of my barmaids for this joint. Then we will discussed your life after a year of working here such as your identity and credentials." "So I'm like this forever?" I said, my heart hammering in my throat. "Oh yes," Zachariah said smugly. "You didn't think I'm going to change you back after the year is up? Why should I? Daniel is dead. This is your new life. I think you will enjoy it very nicely. Now, I'm off. I will see you tomorrow at three. Sleep well, you got a long tribulation ahead of you." Zachariah walked away, leaving me with nothing but regret. "We will see soon enough," I muttered as I looked at my king, still standing. "A king can only reign for so long before it is off with his head. The fire is still burning. How long until the fire melts you and burns your empire to the ground?" Hopefully soon, I thought spitefully. Then I walked away from the chessboard.