Hello, its been a long time and things have happened.  My main site
is down, my archive site has been changed, general speaking things
are not well on my end.
However... I still am writing, and thus this latest post for your
C&C.
Check it out and do drop me a line about any improvements or comments
you might have.  Got to go now,

			Later,

				Nicholas Stone


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                          Ranma 1/2

                           Anijza

                          Part One:

                  �As on Earth as in Hell�





                       Nicholas Stone












                        The Selection










     �It is time, Anijza.�
     A lithe young woman knelt silently in the center of a
large dimly lit chamber.  She heard the deep foreboding
voice, looking slowly up at a shimmering blue light
flickering in the air above.  Her narrow features shifted, a
gentle toss back of fiery red waist long hair whispered
above the silence as she rose up to her feet.
     It was time, thought Anijza; Mistress of the Cursed and
Keeper of Hells Lost Souls.  Tonight she would go and repeat
the age long cycle that allowed her the status of a sub-
lord, the possession of an innocent to be her consort for
the next eon.  She already had such a soul in mind; a soul
touched briefly in one of her many charges.
     A soul that she found highly desirable.
     Now the wait was over, a quick short journey to the
middle world to claim the prize oh so long over due.  Plans
had been made, the appropriate items delivered to set the
environment allowing access to her future husband to be.
     �Anijza,� called the ghostly voice again.
     �Yes, milord?�
     �You dally.  Are there thoughts of doubt in your mind,
hm?�
     �Milord does tease me,� replied Anijza, fully aware of
the power her master possessed.  �I am recalling my first
meeting with my husband.�
     �Fond memories?� said the voice.  �You are certain he
is the one you want this time?�
     A warm flush, Anijza feeling the tingle of anticipation
and excitement course through her body.
     �He is the one, milord.�
     �Then you must not wait.  Go and retrieve your consort,
and remember what will befall you if you fail in your task.�
     That brought a deep shudder through Anijza, replacing
the brief moment of pleasure she was allowed to have.
Failure meant insurmountable levels of pain and suffering to
be endured.  It was something she did not want to imagine
never suffering failure in any of her task.
     �I� I will not fail, Milord.�
     �See that you don�t.�  Out of the blue light a
disembodied arm reached down gently stroking Anijza�s hair.
�You are one of my favorites, Anijza.  I do not desire to
hurt one of my most faithful subjects.�
     The arm drew back and the light began to fade.
     �I will check on your progress� Anijza.�
     The light disappeared; the torch lights flickering back
up into their normal brilliance.  Anijza smiled to herself
walking over to her throne made of bones.  They creaked as
she sat down, a hooded servant stepping out of the shadows a
tray in its hands with a goblet of warm liquid on it.
Anijza took the  steaming goblet up drinking of its
contents.
     �Yes,� she said with a pleased sigh.  �Milord will be
proud of me, and I will satisfy one of my longest desires.�
     Her thoughts drifted, a hand up pulling an amulet from
the cleavage of her breast.  She opened it, gazing upon the
handsome features of the man inside.  So strong, so ripe, a
perfect choice!
     Anijza grin stretched wide on her face, eyes bright as
she gazed upon the likeness of Ranma Saotome.
     �Perrrfect��



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