After the overstimulation he received, Zeref returned back to the castle and went directly to his room. Going out of ghost mode, he falls back on the bed and feels his heartbeat racing over a hundred miles an hour. Never in his whole life has he been surrounded by the opposite sex like that before let alone five of them.

“What was THAT all about? It’s not like I did anything that would affect reality...right? It is just a simple game. Anyone can do what I did if they understand the game well enough.”

He laid there closing his eyes for a moment and thinks.

Where they really impressed by my abilities that much? To rub up on me like they were in heat?

Zeref shakes his head and chuckles. He sits up and grabs his headgear, sliding it on his head and laying back down.

“Escape from one reality to a better one…”

He said to himself as he jacked in.

--Mega City, Downtown--

Azrael walks out of the hardline he had chosen to enter from. Once he was in, he saw that the current time of the simulation was night time. He smiled to himself as this was his favorite time to be wandering around the downtown area. The night life, people coming and going on the streets, the lights that fill up the darkened sky. Especially the late night establushments, restaurants, clubs, all kinds of things. While some of it’s people slept, the city never did. Azrael walked down the sidewalk with his hands in his pockets. He necessarily didn’t know where his was headed to, but back when the game was control by a mouse and keyboard, Zeref would have Azrael just...walk about the downtown area at night, he found it relaxing after a stressful day at school or to simply get away from his parents But now, here he was, walking down the streets of Mega City downtown.

“I wonder how the gang is doing back home...Dulex… Brix...Bitbomb, everyone. I am sure they all moved on, doing their own thing.”

Azrael walked into a park that he and his faction hung out at frequently. They usually stood around the large clock tower that was in the middle, as if they were all high school students claiming a little piece of space for them. Well...considering he was pretty much the only high school student among the whole entire faction, but they liked him because he was a smart kid and didn’t hold anyone back. He looks at the clock tower and sees the whole faction appear as apparitions, they all turn to him and smile, motioning him to come over.

”Hey, there he is! Our machine branch leader is here!”

“Well it’s about time bud! How was school?”

“So what’s the plan for today, boss?”

All these voices of his former friends echoed in his mind. He shakes his head and smiles to himself.

“They are gone. No use in clinging to the past.”

After awhile of just leaning against the tower and reminiscing about the good ol’ days, Azrael’s phone rings. He reaches for it and looks at the number.

“Keiji? Haven’t heard from him in a very long time.”

He said before clicking open his phone.

“What’s up?”

“Boss, we got a problem. Frenchman lackeys trying’ to come in and say we are under new managment.”

“On my way Keiji, don’t worry about it. If we can’t settle things peacefully, then we toss them out the door on their ass. Same policy as always.”

“On it, we await your arrival.”

Azrael nodded and retracted the phone and placed it back in his inner coat pocket. He begins to make his way to his favorite place in all of the simulation, Club Deus.

--Club Deus--

Azrael opens both doors of the club. Everything slows down for a moment as he does. He walks through the crowd with his security guards at his side. This was a place where he and his faction hung out as well. But even more so, this was HIS club. And he wasn’t about to give it up to some lousy exile trash. The lights and lasers flashed around as the DJ was playing that night began his set. Azrael soon came into an open spot where their potential guests were waiting, a large VIP booth. Plenty of room to maneuver should things get physical.

“So then, you are the gentlemen who wish to take my club?”

Azrael said as he now stood in front of them.

“That’s right. We are laying claim to this place now. So get your shit out of your office and vacate the premises. This place belongs to the Merovingian now.”

He said as he and his goons stood up behind him. Azrael chuckled lightly.

“I am afraid that is not how that works, friends...you see this is MY club. And I own everything in here. So get out peaceably, or me and my friends here will beat you down and toss you out.”

They laugh and pull out guns and point them at him. But his security pulls out shotguns and aims them at the group.”

“Violation of club rule number one. Guests will not under any circumstances bring in weapons that could potentially harm other guests.. With that said…”

Azrael took and stance and quickly brought a roundhouse kick to the main guy’s jaw. The kick was so hard that he broke it not from the kick, but because of the impact of the hard marble floor as well. The other pointed their guns at Azrael, only to have them knocked away from their grip..

“You threaten the safety of my guests, I will personally kick your ass myself.”

As the music started to get heavy, Azrael moved in and quickly began exercising his rules. The goons came at him all at once. Azrael chuckled again and began beating them down while at the same time toying with them, he even knocks one into the bar, and the barkeep smashes and empty beer bottle over his head, laughing all the while she does it. Even pours on everclear and sets him on fire.

“That’s it sweetheart! Show these bastards we don’t take shit from anyone!”

Shouted Azrael as he grabs the other goon by his collar and shoves his head into one of the solid marble pillars. They even gained a small audience who turned away from the DJ to get drinks, but found out what was going on. It was rare they got to see Azrael outside of his office. So seeing the owner handle people such as this personally was a treat in of itself. The fight finally died down to just one more of the goons. Azrael was standing in front of him as he arches a brow, seeing the man struggling on what to do next.

“Are you going to take your buddies and leave?”

Suddenly the doors to the club open and all of them go flying out onto the sidewalk one after the other. Azrael and his security team wipe their hands together.

“Tell the merovingian he isn’t getting this club. This is MY home.”

He said as he walked back into the club, the security team closing the door behind him. Once inside, Keiji, the head of security smile to him.

“You handled that well sir.”

“And thank you for notifying me, Keiji. Please continue to make sure our patrons are well protected and are enjoying their night.”

“Yes sir. And the cleaners have kept your office nice and tidy in your absence..”

“I will thank them personally when I see them. Should some more potential guests come here looking for trouble, notify me immediately.”

“Yes sir.”

Azrael nods and makes his way passed the crowd, going into the back of the building and up the stairs. Once on the third floor, he walks into his office. Black walls with bright white lighting along them and several in the middle of the ceiling. All kind of lavish furniture they had back in the beginning of the twenty-first century. He makes his way to his desk, the black and sleek wood felt so real, like he was actually in an office in the real world. It was...rather welcomed. He was in a place of financial power here. His club was one of the most wealthiest establishments in Downtown, and to this day, still is..

He sits back in his large, comfy computer desk chair and watches the club below from the one-way mirror that was installed in his office. The music playing over the intercom in his office. He chuckled to himself remembering that a certain pony would dig this place if she played the game.

“May if I ever see her in game, I can pay her character in-game currency to take of the music stream. Bet she would be into that.”

Just then the office phone ring, he quickly picks it up.

“Sir, there are a couple of ladies here who wish to see you. They claim to know you personally.”

Azrael arches a brow but responds.

“Names?”

“Moonbeam and Twilight.”

Azrael lets out sigh, but nods to himself.

“Send them up.”

After a good few minutes, the door to his office opens up, both of them walk in and look around in awe.

“Amazing that this place is still yours even after your long absence, Azrael. A fine establishment for the night life to come together.”

Moonbeam said as she admired his office and the view from it.

“Never knew you were such an important person to the actual NPCs of the game, Azrael. It is pretty cool…”

They both sit in the chairs opposite of him, he leans forward and places his elbows on the desk and laces his fingers together, staring at them.

“So what brings you to Club Deus on this night, ladies?”

“Well Azrael...I just wanted to let you know I am sorry for how the others acted. See, heat season is getting close in Ponyville, and they just...well, after seeing what you did and how much authority you commanded. It made them feel a little warm at their core.”

Azrael widened his eyes at this. So his thoughts were correct.

“I see, so that means I will need to watch my back in the coming month or so?”

“Indeed, that is why I am here as well, Azrael. You see as the weather changes, as dot the females in this land. They get their yearly heat and seek out a partner to ‘rut’ over and over. Now the scent they give off draws in stallions, but I am not sure it works like that with humans. And given that you fled when they were throwing themselves at you. I can imagine that it doesn’t affect you. However, that will not stop them from grabbing you and dragging you away kicking and screaming. And consider that in this part of Equestria, the male/female ratio is VERY unbalanced. I just thought I would give you a friendly warning before the time was upon you. You may even have to watch out for Twilight. She may not look it, but she has fought with her heat before and she can get rather…”

“Moonbeam please!”

She rose her voice at her with a heavy blush on her face. Azrael just laughed and nodded.

“Understandable. I will make sure to watch my back. After all, you cannot catch a ghost.”

Moonbeam chuckled lightly.

“You do have that advantage, not going to lie.”

“Besides, when I am in ghost mode, my face turns more hideous than it already is. So I think I am in the clear.”

“I am afraid that would make little difference, Azrael. As long as you are a male and well endowed, they will pounce you without a second thought.”

Azrael laughed.

“While I am well endowed, I am sure that I don’t compare to the males here, given the anatomy of equines back home. Hell, they would probably laugh and say ‘You aren’t big enough.’ and then walk away.”

“Well, I haven’t seen your endowment for myself, Azrael. But, something tells me that you are just being modest and hiding something that you don’t want us to know.”

“Naah,just telling you what I think is all.”

“Well, regardless. I am glad i could offer you this warning.”

“Is that all then, Moonbeam?”

“It is...for now.”

“Then please, feel free to enjoy the club below. Plenty of music and fun to be had.”

“Thank you Azrael, I believe I will.”

She said as she got up, Twilight following behind her, still with a heavy blush on her cheeks.

“D-dinner will be ready in about thirty minutes Azrael…”

“Thanks Twi, will be down soon.”

Now that he was alone in his office, he buries his face into his hands.

“Oh God...I am in trouble aren’t I?”

Author's Note

Just another day huh? What is this poor soul going to do?

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May the darkness grant you peace.