"So what you are saying is I have no choice in the matter?", I ask in
exasperation.
"No. There is always a choice. It just might be that it *seems* like there
is no choice.", He replies with that smug smile of His, which he knows I hate.
"I really don’t want to do this, damned you!"
"Yes, I am.", again that smug smile.
"Well, you know what I mean.", I reply a bit sheepishly. Great, now I’m
embarrassed.
"Do I? I never understood that particular reference."
"Yes, Her… OK. But I won’t do it this time.", I tell Him with a hint of iron
in my voice.
"Ho? Really?", He asks. He looks surprised. "Do you think you can resist us?"
"Yes! I won’t be a puppet again!", I tell him with with as much iron in my
voice as I can.
"<<WE ARE NOT TO BE DENIED.>>", He replies in *the Voice*, Its echoes
leaving ripples in the soul, with that dark aura which no matter how much
you try, you can’t see with your eyes, but know is there.

For those who never heard it, the best way to describe *the Voice* is to
make a comparison. Think of the forcefulness in an order barked by your old
drill sergeant to drop drown and push the world as a voice with forged iron.
Many would assume *that* is the voice of command, but compared to the shiny
stainless steel of *the Voice*, it is nothing. 
*The Voice* is not razor sharp, it is beyond that. It is as sharp as Death’s
scythe.

"I… I´ll do it.", I reply, a bit intimidated.
"Of course you will.", He says with a confident air. " You are not of the
Old Blood to have the power to deny us."
The world start to fade to black, but before everything  disappears, I hear
a whisper reach me, "…or are you?".

Warmth.
I open my eyes and look at the sky. Sure enough, there is a message in ashki
in the sky.
Let’s see, the sun is high overhead, (that’s funny it has a yellow colour)
so I have to skip one cloud after every three.
I start translating, <Good morning .Your task, should you choose to accept
it, is to try to get Twister and Skynight to accept you as a pre-reader for
their fanfics, wich will give you more information. Should you be caught or
killed, we’ll desallow any knowledge of your actions. This message will
self-destruct in five seconds"

After the five seconds pass, a sudden breeze starts to disperse the clouds
making some effects resembling that of  smoke coming from a box.
Damn, it must be the Otaku Demon’s turn on the message board. Probably
watching some movie with one of it’s heads.

Well, if you can’t do anything about it, why worry?
 
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So do I accept the mission or refuse?