Kaela’s here!

Oh wow. WordPress needs to stop changing. Like now. But anyways, I feel bad that my wordpress is, sort of kinda, probably would have been abandoned thanks to my legacy being lost. I’m mainly, really, active on my Simblr but I’ll post here too…when I remember to ._.

Image“She’s taking too long!”

“Yea. She’s a blabber mouth Kaela.”

Boo! Anyways, those red-heads are Kaela and Birgitta Lennox. Cousins. They can be found under my Islander tab on my simblr. Kaela’s also for download here : D

Here’s some images of her in CAS and in game.ImageImage

Enjoy your new red-head cutie pie : D


Generation 7 Chapter 6: Ahoy

“Get up, we’re going out.”

Getting up that morning, I felt odd. You ever get those moments where you’re thinking about something, and you feel like it will happen? I woke up, with something bad was going to happen. Mencil and I were engaged, into 4 months of dating. Was it quick? Yes. Were we rushing into it? Yes. But I felt so safe, so protected, so wrapped up in warmth and love. Mencil gave me everything and anything I wanted, and as a person that loves getting everything I want when I want it I couldn’t ask for more. Well, I could but it’s the sentiment that counts.“Mmm! What’re we doing?”

“Does it matter? I said get up, so get up.”

“Yes love.”

I was about to announce to the island my engagement. As an heiress and with such influence in this place, I had to let the people know that I was moving forward and they could expect little Fangs sometime in the near future. I planned to hit the beach, the mall, one restaurant, a daycare or two and then the park. Mencil would be by my side making sure I was safe and be showing off my ring for me by holding my hand, his precious wife to be.Everyone congratulated me, congratulated the Fangs and us as a couple. They asked the token questions, when’s the big day, would it be televised, how many kids, and where would be taking our honeymoon. One man from my family’s Evil connections, thanks to my Great-Great-Grandfather Flake Fangs, stopped us with a proposition.

“So as your husband, Lady Fangs, will Mencil still remain as your body guard?”

“He will.”

“Then, how about this? We set up some stronger security systems for your land, let this guy train our new guys, and continue to serve your family like we have for generations?”

“I’m not interested. You guys are last resort, you know that. The Fangs aren’t…angels ugh thank llama, but to have openly seen ties to the Evil Organization would definitely frighten a ton of monsters away. Monsters I need to build the family name up and stronger.”

“Hey, hey! Your relative, Flake Fangs, was our emperor until his death. Then Maris took over and used us to get your family here. They used us for good and benefits, come on, we’re built into your blood. We’re the claws of the Fangs!”

“I don’t know if you’re just stupid or stubborn but my answer was no and when I say no, it’s no. Do I need to brand that onto your forehead!?”

This guy, he had some nerve. So what if my family and the Organization were interconnected? I was leader now, my word is law, and my law was no more of it. He was getting ready to try and persuade me, Mencil was getting ready to shove this guy into a tree, but then I turned my head and they both vanished.I saw this guy. This guy was just staring me down, like drilling holes into me. It was getting really annoying when he didn’t seem to notice that I noticed him. I know I’m gorgeous, powerful, and getting a glimpse of me was getting a glimpse of history in the making, but right now wasn’t a moment that I wanted attention. I loved attention, I loved having it all, but arguing with this guy wasn’t the best time. I examined him. He looked dirty, tired, he was wearing a pirate outfit, and he looked like someone that had seen too much of the world too soon. He looked like a…like a…
“Brute.” I huffed.

I clamped my hand over my mouth. Brute! Harnish! Oh my llama, plumbob! That was Harnish, my old friend, my first love, my first heart-breaker, Harnish Ledger! His eyes lit up as mine watered, and he came dashing towards me.“Momo!”

“Ha..ha!” I breathed, amazed that this man was Harnish.

“Uhm, Mammon, love…who is this man embracing you?”

“Oh my, how touching. Your future wife look mighty friendly.”

“Shut up!”

“Oh Mencil, this is Harnish! Harnish Ledger from so long ago! I’ve missed you!”

“Uhm, that’s nice. But…people are looking.”

“Oh! oh of course, let’s go somewhere. Let’s go to my home! We’ve so much catching up to do. Come on, come on!”

I rushed my fiance and old friend away from the park and quickly towards my home. Mencil kept protesting, Harnish just kept laughing.“Well, congrats on your engagement Momo!”

“Yes, thank you, we both thank you, now get out and leave us to plan our wedding?”

“Mencil stop being rude or we won’t have a wedding.”

“But Momo!”

“Don’t call me that! Harnish, how’ve you been? How’s life?”

“Well, as good as can be? My parents took me back and we fought the Brute community, but Brutes, well Brutes are Brutes. My parents went in, teeth bared, but they never came back. So I ran, how could I defend myself when I was as good as a Sim? I hid in a box, and when I came out the box was on a ship! A pirate ship! Jelly Beard was his name, and he took me in. He taught me everything I needed to know to survive both on land and on the waters.”

“Oh you’re a pirate. Big whoop.”

“Mencil! You know Harnish, Mencil’s a brute too.”

“Oh?”“Yea, I’m a reject brute. I served as a bodyguard for Sims. Goths, Landgraabs, you know the big names?”

“Wow. You’re not like any Brute I’ve ever met.”

“What do you expect? I’m a reject.”

“True. Well, where you from? Brutasia? Burskia? Brustania?”


“Oh…you are. I heard it’s lovely there. What do those purple birds with the red flowers for eyes do in the summer again?”

“They just swim…they get hot…so they swim.”

Styra came in, she stared at Harnish. Mencil looked at her, I felt him twitch.

“Mencil! I need your help lifting some heavy machinery. Come do that for me please, ok, thank you!”

“Excuse me.” Mencil left the room.

Harnish looked at me, and I felt something surge through me. I felt safe…warm…everything Mencil made me feel, I felt stronger with Harnish. He’d really grown into something…wonderful?I stood up from the sofa, my eyes never leaving Harnish. He mimicked me, a small smile caressed his face. I thought about when we were children, when we were so close and happy. I wondered what our lives would have been like had he never went away. It felt like he never left. It felt like all of the years without him were just bad dreams when he was standing here with me. Somehow, we were embracing each other. His hands were playing in my hair, my chin was resting in the warm crook of his neck. I thought about Mencil, what would he think if he saw us now. My heart twisted.

“Come with me Momo. Let’s run away, let’s go live on a ship.”

My heart quickened. I thought about that, about leaving everything, about just being with him and only him, just us. The Fangs!

“I have a responsibility, a duty. I can’t leave. I’ve a fiance, whom I love. Old friend, I still care about you, but Mencil and I are to be wed. I hope we can still be friends. I’ve missed you.”

“You’re in danger.”


“Bruskia is fake. I named random gibberish off of the top of my head. There’s no way Mencil’s a Brute. Even a Brute is a Brute, and he’s definitely not. He’s the same scent as the woman that took him away. I fear his plotting something, Momo, you’ve got to get away from them.”

“No! Styra’s been with me for years. I trust her as much as I trust you. Mencil’s in love with me, he’d never let anything hurt me.”

“Something’s wrong! You’ve got believe me, what would I have to gain by lying to you!?”I quickly let go of him and pried him off of me. I took a step back from him. I felt a pang in my head, it shook me a little bit. But how could Harnish say such things!? How could he accuse me of living in danger when he left me? And why was I still bitter!?

“You’ve got me.”


“You’ve got me to gain! You leave me, at 14. A young, impressionable age where I’m full on attached to you and run away to the sea!? You’re a pirate for llama’s sake. I know they loot and they plunder, how many females were there? Can you even remember?”

“No! No! There were…some but not many and I swear if I could, I wouldn’t never have left but that’s too late to change! Forgive me for that Momo, I wasn’t there. But I’m here now and I’m back to protect you!”

“Your place has been filled, you’re not needed! Get out of my house!”


“It’s too late to come back and try to fit into my life! There’s no room.”

“Mammon! Please, I promise you. I love you, I never stopped I swear. I just…I’m a man of my word. I promised to stay and protect, I’ll uphold the protect part! Please! Listen to me!”

He reached for my hand, pleading, begging. I yanked my hand away in disgust, I wished so badly for Mencil to return and see this, to save me.

“I am Mammon Fangs, and you need to get the llama out!”

I turned on my heels, evading his attempts to grab me, and stormed to my room.“I was a fool to trust you! You let another man in this house? And her old flame no less! Her first love! You idiot, I will kill you.”

“Styra please, please! Just give me one more chance! I’ll marry her, we’ll have a kid and I’ll have him sign over the Fangs to our family!”

“My family! Mencil, I hereby declare you disowned, you no longer have the rights or access to the Yipperky name.”

“No! Please, just one more! Please, please!”

“Idiot! I’ll charm her. I should’ve done that from the get go. Charm her and have her sign it over. Then, kill her. I’ll kill her in-front of you, that’ll teach you to ever disobey orders again! How could you let yourself fall in love with such a low form of life!?”

“I…I…I love her! Ok there I said it! We can do this without violence! We can work it out, maybe we can join the families!?”

“You admit it!? Ugh that’s sick. You’re sick. Do you even know the woman you’re marrying? There will be bloodshed to make the Hatfield’s and McCoy’s blush before she ever willingly signed a joint agreement or any sort of contract that took some power from the Fangs!”

“I can get through to her, I know her, the real her!”

“Does she know the real you!? You know she only fell for you through the charm. You idiot, llama, fool! How much in love is she? Had you never fed her that charm to speed things up, you think you’d have the rings? Ha! Pathetic! Oh..she’s coming. You, trap her in her room. I’ll handle it myself, as I should have.”


I was standing in my room contemplating everything. Not even 10 minutes ago, I was happy and fuzzy. Harnish had come back and I was thinking about how life was wonderful, how complete I felt, and how we had so much catching up to do. But here I was, throwing him out of the house because he was bad-mouthing my fiance. It felt so odd, considering…I loved him. I still loved him. I was pacing around, trying to make sense of it all when Mencil ran in.“Mencil?”

“We’ve got to go, and I’ll explain. Grab everything important, we’re leaving!”


“I’m not a Brute! I’m a reject warlock. My sister, Styra, is a witch. Our plan was to come in and take over the Fangs because…Styra hates rejects and hates that a reject family has so much power. She’s going to kill you now, come on!”

“Oh my llama. Harnish was right! Who the plumbob are you!?”

“I’m still me! I’m still Mencil, sworn to protect you and love you! I’ll die before she gets to you, I won’t let her get to you! Please, let’s go now!”

“I don’t want to die!”

“I know, please! I’m sorry I lied to you, I’m sorry we charmed you into the loving me. And that drink, no accident. I’ll repent another time, now we’ve got to go!”

“I…I trust you. Ok, help me!”I looked into Mencil’s eyes. There was nothing but truth in them. I couldn’t believe it, all this time I really was in danger. Harnish was right…he was still protecting me…but Mencil…

“I love you. On my own, I know I do.” I stated.

Mencil turned to me, a look of relief on his face. My heart twitched again. I searched myself as fast as I could while I ran around gathering papers, Mencil helping me. The charm…I don’t care if I was still under it or not, Mencil was here and I needed him now. I needed him to get me out and safely. I still had feelings for him but I’d weigh that against the pros and cons when I wasn’t worrying over my life. I’d look at him now and again, and he’d look at me. I trusted him, I had no choice. I loved him, I had no choice, but it wasn’t because of the charm. I promised myself that.

We were just about ready to make our escape, when Styra burst in.“Oh my plumbob, really!? Yet another betrayal? So I guess he told you everything?”

“He told me everything. You’d better give up on your path of power.”

“Oh? Guess that means I’m fired now. Oh well, I’ll kill you either way. It would’ve been great to have whatever power and wealth your pathetic little family managed to gather. But as long as the Fangs end here, I really don’t care!”

My heart quickened. If Styra was the witch, then I really had to watch myself. Logic and magic were eternal foes, and one always trumped the other in certain situation, it was like the flip of a coin. I wasn’t in the mood to find out which one got tails today. I heard Mencil yell as she waved a finger.

“No you cursed witch! Kill me, spare her! You’re mad at me! I’ll die before I watch Mammon be harmed by you, I’ll kill you before you harm her! Sister, dear.”

“Big words, tiny mouth. Don’t forget your place, maggot. And do not forget who I am.”

“I’m making a new place, and it’s right by her side. You’ll have plumbob to pay if you hurt the one I love, I swear it!”

“Oh shut up. I’m tired of you. All of you. Rejects should just be killed at birth. I’d never have had this problem had you never fallen in love, let alone existed!”

A flash came from her finger tip and struck Mencil dead in the eye. He froze, standing frozen in rage. She paralyzed him!? He didn’t blink, flinch, breathe or squeak. It was as if she put him on pause.

“Mencil!” I cried.

Styra turned her glare to me. A smirk graced her lips, fear surged through me. I willed with all of my might that Mencil break free of her spell and jump into action.

“Why!? He’s your brother! I’ve done nothing to you!”

“Oh you’re one to preach about freedom, especially the freedom of family members. Think of it as me bettering my family. To kill you, both of you!”She flicked her finger and a terrible fire ran through me.

“Stop it! You’re not bettering anyone. You’re vile, evil!”

“You flatter me! Scream some more, scream! It makes me feel stronger, I love when insects cry!”

I bit my lip, if I were to die, then I’d not give her that satisfaction. I looked over at Mencil, my heart broke for him. I wouldn’t let him see me in agony, if he was able to see at all. He fell in love with a strong woman, a powerful woman. That’s who I would die as, a strong woman. I closed my eyes and hoped for it to end quickly.When I opened them again, the pain was gone. Styra was knocked out on my bed, and Mencil was holding me. I looked around, wondering if I was alive or dead. I saw Harnish, I saw his eyes were red.

“Hey Mammon, it’s ok now. It’s all over.”

“Mencil? What…what happened?”

“Harnish broke in. It was terrifying! I thought you were gone when you feel over, I thought I’d lost you! He took her down, he saved you, me, us! Mammon, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry!”

I reached a hand up to stroke Mencil’s face. I was still in my daze, terrified as I began to remember that searing pain. I stared at Harnish, amazed.

“I’ve called the cops. Styra will be deported and dealt with by the magical organizations…but they told me that they’d been informed already…Mencil will explain.”


“Mammon, love. My sister anticipated something going wrong. She informed higher-ups that if she were to be called in for, that a Brute would be going with her as well. Since that’s what I’m registered as…I have to go…”

I clawed at Mencil’s shoulders. What the plumbob! Why did it seem like every man I fell in love with, that promised to forever stay with me, was ripped away from me!?

“Don’t go! Don’t go! I’ll get you out of it…I’ll use the Fangs, the Evil Organization even!”

“Mammon, you’re only powerful in the reject world. The normal monsters will ignore you. I wish I could stay…I swore it…”

He leaned his head on mine and we began to cry, holding onto each other.“What’re you two goofballs crying for?”

I raised my head. Harnish. He saved me, he was right all along, he loved me and in my mind I felt like it should be him. I should be embracing him, thanking him, holding onto him, but I was with Mencil.

“I only see one Brute here. I’ll go.”

“Harnish! No!” I gasped.

Harnish, go in Mencil’s place!? I shook my head, trying to find a reason he shouldn’t go, but I couldn’t. I didn’t come to me.

“It’s ok Momo. I promised to protect you, that includes your heart. You love him, so he should stay.”

Generation 7 Chapter 5: Enchanted

Months after the wedding, I learned that Leviathan had a “procedure” and was in the midst of scrambling to change his name from Fangs and get his wife’s maiden name back. His excuse was he didn’t want children if they wouldn’t be with his wife, and there was no way I could force it. So the Second in Line title passed to Beelzebub. While I didn’t plan on dying, my youngest brother wasn’t married, so I signed him to a dating site to get the ball rolling. It was very stressful for me, especially when I realized I too needed to start looking. Unlike guys, I was on a timer.“I’m so happy we got this pool installed Ms. Fangs. It’s a great way to just let the weight of the world roll away.”

“What weight do you have? I’ve an entire legacy on me. It’s only getting worse everyday. I fear I’m aging faster than I look.”

“Hm. I wonder, would you like if I were to scout some men for you to take interest in like I did with the bodyguards?”

“I couldn’t ask that of you. Well…I can…I just don’t feel like it at the moment.”

“Hey, you know what else is a great stress reliever? Wooho-”

“Don’t! I’m not that kind of girl. Never have been, never will be. It’s too easy to get pulled in the wrong direction like that, I’ve an image to maintain at all costs.”

“Aww. Fine. Do you go out for drinks? Actually, do you ever leave this house?”

“Not really. Maybe I should! I can’t go stir crazy in here.”

“Let’s go for drinks.”

“No. Nectar and I aren’t agreeable. I had a “drink” once, a small sip. It took a lot of work to erase the damage done by my nectared up self.”

“Then why do we have a bar?”

“It’s more for the guests. And I like to look at it, I like having nice things.”

“How about you spend some quality time with Mencil? He’s a guy, he’s at your beck and call. You coul-”

“No! No, no, no. I’ve thought of that a couple of times, I won’t lie. But I can’t see a positive outcome of anything more.”

“You’re thinking he’s going to do that same as Harnish.”


“I knew it! Hey, Mencil’s already promised you that he won’t ever leave you. Just trust him-”

At that moment Mencil came in. Styra smiled at me and told him to whip us up some drinks. She winked at me and insisted the drinks be virgin, so basically she asked him to pour us some soda or something.“What have you come here for Mencil?”

“8 months working for you and you still think that every time I walk into the same room as you that I need something.”


“Uhm, just wanted a drink Ms. Fangs. And I was hoping to get a swim myself. I doubled checked the premises, nothing is out of sorts. I’ve reset the alarms and traps. Everything’s in complete order. Would you like a cherry?”

“No. Not a fan of cherries, I like peaches though.”

“Alright, peach syrup just for you…is everything ok Ms. Fangs? You look miserable.”

“I’ve been told I always look miserable. Can’t see how though. I’ve got the best televisions, computers, beds, whatever I want I get. I’m as happy as can be!”

I took my drink, nodded to him, and stormed out of the room. I cringed though when my foot splashed down in a puddle from the pool, I hated stepping in pool puddles. Pool puddles always seemed to have hair and stuff floating in them.“So little “Momo” Fangs likes peaches. Let’s give her peaches. She’s such a peach herself. Don’t you think so Mencil?”

“I don’t think that a question I’m at freedom to answer…”

“Oh, how cute. Come on, you’ve got work to do. Mammon’s stress levels are through the roof. She’ll break soon if she doesn’t clam herself down and relax. If she breaks, Fangs breaks. We can’t have that.”

“Of course not! That’s what I’m here for.”

“Then watch her better! When she’s vulnerable, you come in and sweep her off of her feet. When she’s hardening from the overload of her stress, you soften her up. You’d better be better help to our dear Ms. Fangs than what I’m seeing!”

“I got it! I got it! I’m going to go check on her now.”

“Wait! Don’t forget-”

“I won’t, I won’t!”When Mencil sat next to me on the sofa, I thought a butterfly had flown past me. Something was wrong. Very, very wrong. I drank my drink, tasted like wonderful peaches, and decided to watch TV. Every now and again things would go in and out of focus, my hearing would turn into muffled, buzzes and I felt gravity changing. When my consciousness became stable, I would wonder why I was sitting, dripping wet, in my bikini on the sofa. I was swaying again, feeling a warm fuzz from head to toe, and trying to hard to understand what I was doing and what I was thinking. I heard a Giant speak. It was a loud boom and it echoed wildly around my head. I looked over, alarmed, and saw Mencil’s mouth moving.

“Mencil! Mencccciiilllll!” I called, waving my hand to him, trying to get his attention.

“Ms. Fangs?”

“I hear somefing. It’s big. Rully big. So big, I can hear it.”

“Ms. Fangs!? Are you-”

“I don’t hear it anymore! Mencil! Mencccilll it’s gone. Mencil, pencil, Hansel…helllooooo!”

“Oh man. That’s bad, very bad. I made a big mistake. Come with me Ms. Fangs, I’ve got to watch you.”

“I don’t wanna! I don’t wannnnnaaa.”

“Come on, you’re intoxicated. I really didn’t think that this would happen.”

“I can’t. The Giants may wanna schpeak again. I needa hear em, cause if I don’t, then Imma gonna misssch everythin they gots to schay.”This was bad, very bad. When Styra said virgin, she meant it. Mammon was the lightest, lightweight drink I’d ever seen. Between the nectar and the syrup, I had no idea what was affecting her the most. It seemed the more she spoke, the more drunk she became. Well, there was no relaxing her like this. Styra was going to be extremely angry with me, furious even, when she found out that Memmon becamse drunk instead of-

“You schmeel like PEACHES.”

Mammon shoved her face into my personal bubble and started to huff my jacket. I pushed her face away and nervously put my arm around her, terrified she was going to face plant into the coffee table.

“Yes, I know. I think we should get you to bed.”

“Not scheeeeeeepy. No! Nurrr!”

She smiled a goofy smile at me, her head wobbling everywhere. Yes, this was definitely bad.

“You gonna scheep wit me cause my BED gets rully COLD.”

“Shh, stop being so loud please. it’s ok. I’ll stay with you as long as you need. Come on, come on.”

“Not LOUD. Noooooo not me.”“Ok, let go of my neck now.”

“No! Vampires gonna gits it. They gonna eat you up! I’m shaving you!”

I gently wiggled Mammon, her arms around my neck were locked together. I carried her to her bedroom, there was no way she could take a single step on her own. She sang me a song of peaches, how her family hated her and how she could smell butterfly milk. I gave up on getting her off of me and laid her down on the bed. She was still clinging, and still singing. I climbed over her and took the spot on the other side. Mammon still clung to me, and once I stretched myself out she fastened her body to mine. She yanked my free hand and intertwined it with her own.“Am I gonna die alone?”


“I SAID AM I-” I put a finger to her mouth to stop her yelling.

She licked my finger and I pulled it away in disgust and shock. She wiggled and giggled, a happy drunk.

“No. You won’t Ms. Fangs. You’ll find someone.”

“I’m Mammooon. Jam on. Momo!”

“Ok Momo.”

“You marry me.”

“Ms. Fang, Momo. I’m just here to protect you.”

“Marry me! I said it, so it must be. Doo ittt. Do it! Do it! Marry ME. Let’s make babies!”

I pushed her off of me as she tried to roll over. She tried to put up a fight but her motor skills were shot, and she flailed a bit as she tried to regain stability over herself. I took pity on her and put my arm around her once more, moving her wet hair out of her face. When she wasn’t worried about the world and all of its problems, she looked very beautiful and fun. She belched in my face, quickly reminding me of the reality I was in, and snuggled into my shoulder. I drifted off as well.

But I was soon awoken by blaring music.I fell off of the bed in terror. Mammon! I quickly looked up over the bed, she wasn’t there…but her bikini was. Following the sound of the music, I looked in terror as my boss was dancing. Nude.

“Mammon! Where are your clothes! What are you doing!?”

“I must be dancin! I’m so free! Wheeee!” She spun around.

I ducked my head under to covers. Oh my plumbob, she was naked. I’d gotten Mammon drunk, and now she was naked and dancing and acting without a care in the world. She had an image to maintain, and this was more than enough to ruin even 3 more generations. I heard her plop onto the ground. I took my head from under the covers long enough to see Mammon squirming on the ground, fighting a losing battle with gravity. Feeling pity for her once more, I gingerly approached her, making sure I only looked at her face. She smiled up at me and reached a floppy arm up for help.“Mammon. Please put your clothes on.”

She swayed, trying to steady herself as she narrowed her eyes at me. I held my arms out as barriers in case she were to topple over forwards or backwards.

“Nuuurrr!” She bellowed, startling me.

“Mammon, you’re going to catch a cold. Please?”

She narrowed her eyes at me once more.

“I dun like them, copy me!”

“I’m sorry?”

“I dun like you clothes!”“Ms. Fangs, get a hold of yourself!”




“I will not get naked!”


“Well…I have no idea what’s going on in there but it sure sounds interesting. Hope everyone comes out alright.”When I escaped Mammon and wrestled her into her bed, she went out like a light. I wandered into the library, sheepishly and ashamed. Styra was reading her book, never taking notice of me but she knew I was there.

“So…that didn’t go as planned. But maybe next time-”

“No next time. There’s no do-over’s for any mistakes. They’re too vital, this one’s gone far out of the window. What went wrong?”

“I-I don’t know. I gave her the nectar and the charm in that peach syrup you gave me…”

“So it’s my fault it didn’t work? Do you think I made that charm too strong?”

“N-no! No Styra! I didn’t-”

“That’s what you said. You blamed the charm. You blamed me. So you’re making everything my fault? Look we’re running out of time! Do you want the Yipperky family to fail!? Is that what you want brother dear!?”

I hated when my sister got angry. The plan to take over the and dissolving them into the Yipperky by getting through Mammon was far behind schedule. I should’ve been proposing to Mammon by now, should be planning to have children and then killing her to take the name. But no, I hadn’t even gotten her affections yet.

“She’s just so…when I get close to her…when i get close to her I see her. I mean I don’t see that greedy, evil, woman. I see Mammon. Scared, hurt and tired little Mammon. And when I see that I just-““Oh my llama you’re in love with her.”

My sister dropped her book and glared at me. I feared I’d die right there. Styra took on a fake last name and lied about her species to get here. The only reject was me. Styra was pure and accepted and heiress to our family, she came with me to the island when she heard of the Fangs and the power they had. She was embarrassed that a family of rejects was on the same level as our’s and she wanted it to be gone. She was the cruelest witch of our family, worse than Mammon. I was a warlock without powers, I was useless. Styra had done some digging and learned of Mammon’s interactions with a Brute, so that’s what I lied to be.

“No! I swear, it’s just getting to know my enemy! I swear Styra!”

“You’d better. You’d better or your head will be on a silver platter! You forget our mission and you can forget the rest of your life.”

“I can cook! I’ll make her a dish, she’ll be hungry after tonight. You can put a charm in that’ll make her love me. She’ll be powerless against my asking her hand in marriage.”

“Will you be able to sneak it in? Don’t mess this plan up.”

“I understand, sister.”

I was cooking dinner the next day. Yesterday was replaying in my mind, over and over again. I hadn’t sen or heard from Mammon since I’d put her to bed. It was eerie, it was already 7 pm and there was no sign of the household busybody. I’d just put dinner down and poured the charm all over the side I planned to give Mammon. I begged to Llama she show up, I couldn’t let another charm go to waste. My begging was returned, I could almost feel the animosity hitting me.“I want your head! You gave me a drink. I got drunk! You got me drunk! And I woke up naked! There’s so much I don’t know and so much I don’t like. You’ve 5 seconds to explain or you’ll feel my wrath!”

She shrieked so loud I swore some dishes cracked. She was twitching her fingers, she snarled, there was hatred emitting from all over.

“I said 5! You hear me! 1…2…3…”

“I swear I didn’t mean to! I switched up your drink and Styra’s! I know she can really take nectar so I gave her a heavy duty one! I wasn’t paying attention because I saw you in a swimsuit and mixed it up! Once I realized my mistake, I took care of you! You were about to run out naked and I stopped you and put you in your bed so you’d stay safe and keep the family clean.”

“Llama! I’m not buying it! If my swimsuit was enough to distract you then how the plumbob did you manage to only put me in bed!?”

“Because I’m meant to protect you I swear I didn’t do anything, I didn’t do a thing! I would never betray you like that Ms. Fangs!”

I dropped my hands and stared into Mencil’s eyes. I stared long and hard, searching them for the truth. I felt my anger recede, as much as I didn’t want it to. I wanted to stay angry, I wanted him to crack. But I couldn’t.

“Fine. I believe you.” I grabbed the plate meant for me and took a seat on a stool.Mencil joined me and there was a tension in the air. I stuffed food into my mouth, enjoying myself when I felt funny again. I stared into the food and ran the possible ingredients through my head, nectar was definitely not one of them. I stole a glance at Mencil and wondered if he was ahving the same reaction. Maybe the food was just that good? I looked at him again, but I found I couldn’t look away…more that I didn’t want to.

“So…you took care of me?”

“Yes m’am.”

“…was I difficult?”

“Well…I mean I wouldn’t say it…it’s not that…”

“I’ve always been difficult. I’m needy, I’m clingy, and if things don’t go my way then I don’t want them going at all. It’s ok if I gave you any trouble, just say it.”

“It’s ok. With the life you live and the duties you have, it’s ok for you to be that way once in awhile.”

“Thanks. I feel like everyone hates me for it though. You understand somehow though, what it’s like to be the one everyone relies on.”


The silence was thick, but it was so comfortable. I was content in sitting by him, stuffing my face. It felt wonderful.

“You asked me to marry you.”

“Did not!” I scoffed, embarrassed, and quickly piling food into my mouth.

“Yes you did. You said you were afraid of being alone…”


“If you need me, I’m here. I’ll always be here Ms. Fangs. I’ll do anything.”

I dropped my fork and shoved my hands to my face, choking on my food as I tried not to cry. I quickly hopped from the stool, knocking it over. Mencil jumped up too.“I’m sorry Ms. Fangs!”

I shook my head and bit my lip, trying to keep my feelings in.

“I meant what I said but I never meant to upset you!”

“I’m not upset! I’m happy but it feels so wrong. Something’s not right, something’s wrong!”

“What? I’m here, tell me what’s bothering you.”

“I can’t explain it. I just feel it though.”

“Are you just afraid…of the future?”

“Definitely. But…it feels better knowing you’re here. You promise? You promise you’ll stay? I feel so stupid to let something from so long ago, when I was like not even 16, be hanging over me like this. It’s so embarrassing. But I don’t know if I can let another promise just run me over.”

“Ms. Fangs, I swear it…I’m so sorry. I swear it.”

I looked into Mencil’s eyes. I saw pain, he looked so upset at something. Was it me? Was he upset that I was upset? Was he feeling my pain that I held onto from my past? I shuffled closer to Mencil and felt his arms move around me.I moved my hand to his elbow, happy to feel his touch. I decided I’d let go of the past. Mencil was here and he meant it. I felt the tears roll down, I didn’t want to stop those. I placed my past, the pain I felt, into my tears and released them. I allowed myself to admit that I had feelings for my bodyguard.

Generation 7 Chapter 4: Hitched

I hadn’t said a word since he came in through the doors. All the feelings I had anticipating his arrival, were whirling around now. I was afraid that if I did say something, it’d come out wrong and I’d shame myself. I listened to the hum of the machine making our drinks…wait, why? I hadn’t offered him a drink, I didn’t even want one. I looked at the package I opened, I didn’t even like this flavor! I tossed the package back to where it was and glared at the machine as it made enough for 5 to drink. It beeped at me when it was done, and I put the cups on a plate. The silence was something horrid now, maybe I could throw a cup at the wall. That would certainly break all silence and be a sure fire way to begin a conversation.“So you’re a bodyguard. Must be nice guarding all kinds of sims and monsters.”
I balanced the plate of cups and stared at them, as if it was their fault I sounded so stupid.

I heard him chuckle, my spine crawled with embarrassment. Most got red cheeks, felt hot, or smile in a goofy way, I just twitched like I was freezing.
“Yes. That is what I do and it is what I like. Would you like help with that?”

“No.” I said curtly.
I half dropped, half placed the beverages in front of him and grabbed my own cup. I looked into his eyes for a second, I turned my head away sharply and went to my seat.

“This smells wonderful.” He smiled as he inhaled the drink.

“It smells like a llama to me.” I huffed as I took a sip.

“…Then why’re you drinking it?”Shocked, I quickly spat the liquid back into the cup and took it away from my mouth. It didn’t help, that foul taste was on my tongue now.
“Did any of your clients give you beverages?”

“Yes, many times. I remember the Goths trying to give me Nectar of the Dead. Good for sims, bad for monsters.”

“Ah. Just the scent of that can get you drunk as a swamp monster.”

“Sim are strange creatures. They’re like us…but more squishy, vulnerable, and think they own the world.”

“So you basically had to babysit a squishy glob of a life form?”

“Yes. And they’re more bold in their attacks. Monsters are covert and try to destroy from the inside out, Sims just go in screaming and charging.”

“Ah.” I sighed.

“Are you ok?”

“Yes…I just,” I sighed “you aren’t who I thought you would be.”“I’m sorry about that.”

The bodyguard Styra had been speaking of, was not Harnish. Instead, she was speaking of Mencil Yipperky. He had a…happy and bright face. He looked like he’d be naive of the world, and not someone you’d think of as a bodyguard. I could see that as bad or good. Bad, I’d have more attacks against me. Good, those that mean to do me harm would foolishly walk in and be stopped where they stood.

“It’s fine. As long as you do your job correctly.”

“Oh yes mam! As a Blub it’s my duty to protect.”


“I meant Brute. This drink’s really good. Making me go all tongue tied.” He began to gulp it down.

“You don’t look like any brute I’ve seen before.” I hissed.

I thought of Harnish and his family. They looked very much like werewolves but Mencil, looked like a phantom almost.

“I’m a Brute reject.  You don’t expect me to look like one would you?”

That was true. I looked away, I was just not my usual self today.

“Fin you’re hired. You’ll sleep on the sofa out there, you’ll always be alert or so help me you’ll find yourself in jail. As my employee and a guest in this house, my word is law. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’m!”

With nothing left to discuss, I left the table but Mencil stood up.“With all due respect m’am, Styra informed me of your previous bodyguard. I assure Ms. Fangs, until you dismiss I will never leave your side.”

I stared into his youthful, bright eyes. They were sincere, I could tell. I felt my face grow warm and my spine tingle. I looked down and smiled to myself.

“See to it that you fulfill that promise.”“Mother this is your son’s wedding.”

“Yes, yes. Because if the media were to take photos of an awfully decorated hall, they’ll think the Fangs have no taste. I had to take over preparations. Yes, yes that too, of course I picked her dress! It’s her wedding day, I won’t allow her to make a fool of herself or the family. No, just her parents. Her cousins don’t need to be there.”

My mother had called me. The wedding was tomorrow and she was distraught, I think, to learn that the only thing the bride had part in with the wedding, was being the bride. I explained to her how we could look like we lacked taste and shacked up with just anyone if she were to throw an ugly wedding. This only upset her more.

“I don’t know why you’re so upset, it’s not like it’s your wedding.”

“Hey Mammon!”

My assistant Styra burst through the door. She was panting and clearly excited.

“I’ll call you back mom.”“What?”

“Ok, you’re going to get real angry at me…but I think Mencil likes you!”

“Where are you getting that from?”

“I was sort of hiding under the kitchen window…”


“Yes…but I heard how he spoke to you. That was the voice of a man smitten!” She cheered in a sing song voice.

“Even if that were so, I won’t get romantically involved with the help. Now leave me, I must prepare for tomorrow.”After the wedding, which was wonderful if I must say, the bride and groom returned to the house to gather their things.

“I know that wasn’t the wedding you wanted…if you’d like we can have a secret one? Just the way you want it.”

“I don’t care about weddings anymore, I don’t care about planning them either. I’ve got what I want, you, my husband.”

Alissa avoided me the whole time, I was annoyed at her for that. Here I had thrown her a wonderful wedding, allowed her to marry my brother, and I’d done all I could to have the press see this as a wonderful family that all got along. Levi thanked me and that was it. I guess I had to understand that after having been able to do whatever they wanted for so long, they had to get used to my control. Still, they were beautiful to see.People asked when I was going to get married and had I found that wonderful person yet? They were hard to avoid and harder to answer but I managed it. It was still a wonderful night to me. I couldn’t wait until I was able to experience what Alissa had, the wonderful love she had and just being a wife. Of course, I may be short on time for that. As heiress, I had to produce children. There were many families that would gratefully give me a son to have as a husband, but I still wanted to find my own love.

Generation 7 Chapter 3: Game

“I’m sorry it’s taken me 5 months to get back to you, I’m usually very busy you know.” I sighed as I dropped myself into the seat opposite a nervous and annoyed woman.

“It’s ok. I’m just happy the wait was shorter than half a year…”

“Cute. Now, how about we play chess?”


“I hope you’re repeating me to show you’re ready and understand, and not that what I say is questionable.”

“Uh…I just thought we were going to talk…not-”

“So you questioned me and we haven’t even begun. This isn’t looking good in your favor. Here, I’ll explain.”

I leaned to my side and rummaged through a box, pulling out the bags of chess pieces. I set them all up, she stared at me like a fish waiting for food.“Chess,” I started “is a beautiful mind game. You broaden your own mind, learning new strategies and how to be one step ahead of your opponent. You must learn your opponent, learn their mind. We will be chatting over this game, I will be reading you. Your moves will reflect your thoughts and what you honestly are thinking. So, you may lie but the pieces will let me know the truth.”

“I wouldn’t lie to you! I waited this long, why would I need to!?”

I raised my right index finger and waved it at her, discontent on my face.
“I know, I know. You love Levi and want to marry him, but he is my brother and therefore leader spare. If I were to die, it would go to him. So to get my position, all you need is my death and Leviathan. I’ll be extra cautious and through with this all. I will not permit you and my brother to marry unless I deem it secure and safe. Now, my assistant over there has been recording our entire conversation, even taking down our actions. When you blink, she types it.”“uhm, ok. Ok, I’ll cooperate with you. I love your brother, it took so much for you to agree to us being a couple. I’m not giving up now.”

“Watch out Ms.Mammon, this one’s serious.” My secretary called.

Styra Kipplekurp. She came to me one day, I think I was 22 at the time, that would make it 4 years ago actually. She presented herself as an extremely fast typer, superb organizer, one with photographic memory and always aware of things. I closed the door in her face only once before I finally saw just how valuable she was. My files were perfected in organization, record keeping became wonderfully quick and she always knew where everything was. She said she was a reject genie, I suppose it had to be true because she was nothing like any genie I’d ever heard of or even seen before. When I asked her how she heard of me, she only said that the Fangs name was now common knowledge on a global scale.

“Uhm, what’s your name, note keeper?”

Styra hit a button and looked at me. I wagered between the pros and cons of letting the woman before know my secretary’s name. I waved my hand, I gave the “go ahead”.

“I am Styra. I’ve been Ms. Mammon’s secretary for 4 years now.”“So Alissa,” I sighed as I moved my piece “why do you want to marry my brother?”

“I love him and want us to finally be a unit. I want to connect my soul with his.”

“What is it about him you find endearing?”

“Well, he’s always looking at other monsters and wanting the happiness, love, money that they have. So he’s always working hard towards something, whenever he climbs higher than before, he sees another with something even better, so he starts working even harder. I know he’ll never slack on anything.”

“You find his jealousy of others to be an endearing quality? Well, we didn’t call him the Prince of Envy for nothing I suppose.”
She accidentally knocked a chess piece of her’s over. I stared at her as she went to retrieve it. I couldn’t much decide whether or not she was intimidated by me, or afraid I’d find out something she didn’t want known.

“If Leviathan were to become heir upon my death, what would you assume to be your responsibilities as his wife?”

“I would tend to you grave maybe, twice a month. I’d cook meals, I’d make sure things are clean and presentable. I would help him find appropriate attire for formal events and I’d make myself scarce?”

“Why are you asking me something? And you’re wrong. Behind every great man if a great woman, as his wife your job is to stand directly beside him and work hard, if not harder. You would make sure he is presentable, make sure he’s able to communicate properly to his audience, make sure he’s healthy, make sure he’s not ignorant. You must watch him and keep him in check. This is a reoccurring thing with the spouses of the Fangs. They all have deeply benefited the leader, some saving their lives, and in turn, the family.”

“Those are everything I’d have to do if you were to die and he become leader!? But that sounds less like what a wife does and more of a mother!”

Alissa gasped and clapped a hand over her mouth. I took notice that her elbow knocked over her queen.

“Now, as a mother in general, how would you be to my nieces or nephews?”Allison sighed and stared at her queen. She looked paler and pulled and arm around her waist, bringing the other to her mouth.

“I cannot have children.” She muttered.

“Why not?” I questioned.

Her records were not available to me, legally I couldn’t view them. She was not a Fangs and therefore out of the scope of my power.

“I…I had a hysterectomy.” She shook her head and her shoulders stiffened.

“Of choice or from a medical condition?”

“A condition. When I was 15 I had cancer there. Everything was removed, everything.”

I picked up her queen piece for her, returning it to its original position. I ran my tongue over my teeth, thinking of this. If I died, she’d be useless. There was always Beezlebub, but he’d be Levi’s spare. I couldn’t change the set up either, no matter what I could do, Levi would always step in as heir upon my death. He’d have to have children, and a sterile wife would be useless. I looked at her again, so this was what was on her mind. She was probably very aware that the chances of me granting her and Levi the right to marry, would be close to 0 with her sterility. I soon got another thought, allow a mistress or sperm donor in the case of an infertile or sterile partner. That sounded right, they got their cake and children too.

“I’m not heartless. I’d rather you be alive and well, than dead. You will benefit my brother and Fangs. I grant you permission.”

She jumped out of her seat.“But!” I shouted, startling her.

I too got out of my seat and stood before her. Her eyes excitedly searched my own.

“In the case that Levi becomes heir, he is to take a mistress.”


“You’re sterile. Children must be produced, you cannot fulfill that.”

“Fine, just promise me something? Don’t die until you’ve passed on your title.”“Wow, you sure pissed her off.”

“She wanted permission, I gave it. She can feel however she pleases.”

“You forgot to tell her, Ms. Mammon, that all wedding relations will be under you call and decision.”

“She’ll find out. I will not grant them a wedding until I’m able to find someone suitable in ensuring my safety outside of this house. You carrying a gun isn’t enough.”

I’d been searching for a body guard since I turned 21. There was an assassination attempt during my stroll in a park, I managed to get away unscathed but I never forgot the figure of the man trying to kill me. I was reminded how unsafe the world was and how valuable I was in my journey of setting the Fangs family into a very good place, one history will forger applaud.

“None of the previous applications were to your liking?” Styra cooed, she clicked away on the keyboard finishing up what had jut taken place.

“4 were felons! It sounds safe to have a scary man that was incarcerated around, that’ll certainly drive others away. But at the same time, they can very kill the hand that feeds.”

“Are you looking for someone to replace that guy you used to call your “knight”, you know, what was his name?”

“Harnish Ledger.” I replied without missing a beat.

It had been so many years, I lost count. But every now and again I’d think of him, I’d wonder what he was doing, how he was, if he was married or a father.

“He never did come back. He should be 29 now.”

“You must’ve really loved him.”

“They say you never forget your first love.”
I pushed some hair behind my ear and made my way to the couch, Styra soon joined me.“Then you’ll love this! I think I’ve the perfect guy for you.”

“I’ve nothing else to look at, shoot.”

“Ok, have you ever heard of the Landgraabs, Specters or Goths?”

“Those are a very powerful family name in the Sim world! My dad was a sim before a zombie, he told me lots of things. Those were common names, I aspire to be like the Landgraabs.”

“Well, this guy, was a bodyguard for them all at some point!”

“What!? A monster for a bodyguard!?”

Styra nodded her head, a bright smile on her face. “He disguised himself as a sim, but because he’s a monster he’s so much stronger than regular sim! He protected all of them, he’s a certified bodyguard too. He’s perfect.”

“He does sound very promising. Fine, give me his information and I’ll contact him.”

“One flaw though. He’s a reject…brute.”

“Brute?” I gasped.

“Yea, you know, creatures that transform into terrifying things when they get angry? He can’t transform, no matter how angry he gets.”

I stared into space, was it…was the man Harnish? He and his family had left, to return to the Sim world, to fight for him to stay there reject or not. He was a brute that couldn’t transform, so was Harnish. My heart quickened at the thought of re-uniting with my old friend, my knight.

Generation 7 Chapter 2: Papers

Being without Harnish, I was really thrown out of my daily routine. For 7 years I’d had a wonderful boy by my side, for 7 years I’d had happiness and security and the greatest friend I’d ever known. Moving on was hard, my parents even took sick leave to be by my side. I’d always wanted them there more, but it just wasn’t enough. I felt the whole in my heart, I felt it. I wanted to shove all of what made me happy in there to fill it. My parents gave me their bedroom, the leader’s room, and decorated it to my liking. As I laid there, in my big new comfy bed, I tossed and turned. I had exactly what I wanted, to the T, in my new room. My brothers were nice to me, my parents were off for a month, but Harnish was gone. I promised myself, that I would make myself happy again. My heart would stop aching, I’d find a way to move on and be completely happy! I rolled over and buried my face into my fluffy pillow. As leader, I could have whatever I wanted, and I wanted happiness. I wanted success, I wanted security, I never wanted the Fangs to come after my place as heiress to ever feel what I was feeling.

That was the last night I had as a child. The next day, I woke up as a woman.

“And that leaves the door to any loopholes…closed!”
I slammed my finger onto the mouse, saving my newest work. I took my position seriously. I read everything, every single detail and power I had as leader. I had utmost control, the utmost rule. The founder, Linger Fangs, had laid in place the guarantee of the Fang’s Happiness. All family was to be taken care of, happy, healthy, and accepted, typical ensure the well being type of stuff. Other family leaders, like the Royals, could force a marriage. They could determine how many children were to be born to each family member, they could control weddings or if there even was to be any, they could keep a family member single, they could reject any children from out of wed-lock, ultimate control to ensure the well-being of the Royal name.

Being clever, I added onto the Founder’s original position. To ensure the well-being and happiness of the family, I had to control it. I had to have every detail, to make sure all of the cogs were running smoothly, safely, and were well oiled. There were no statements ever made to prevent what I was going to do, I had the all clear. I closed all loopholes, I covered my entire tracks, I gathered every single document of living members and alerted them of the impending change. They had 1 month to adjust. As for my own family…They had less than an hour.

“Mammon, request to speak.”

My dad was the most irate, well the most open about it anyways. He hated my ideas, my plans, he thought I should just keep going like the previous heir and heiresses. Just let the people go and focus on climbing. I tried to explain to him it was easier to climb together than have it all on me.

“Daddy. I haven’t the time for this, hurry up.”

“I can’t even look at you right now. Your mother’s crying her heart out upstairs. Do you know why?”

“You feel like I’m a dictator and not an heiress.”

“I’ve never said that, well at least I know that’s how you feel.”

“I’m a leader. A leader can be a dictator, queen, governor or mayor, whatever. They all mean the same thing, I’m the one the Fangs look to.”

“No, they’ve never looked to anyone before. They were free and that’s what it was that Linger wanted, freedom! Freedom from being judged, controlled, oppressed! You’re going against her wishes.”

“You were a Duffler, not a Fangs, do not try to speak for my dead ancestor.”

“Technicality of blood? Is that how we raised you? To nit pick to suit your needs while you ignore the point and remain on your merry way?”

“What’s with this lecture?” I huffed and saved my current progress.“Daddy, where were you for a good part of my childhood? Saving people right? Protecting the peace and safety of others, leaving me and Levi with Beelzebub. You and mom should’ve been there for us! Not the neighbor, not some woman that lives on the other side of the island, but us your children. That’s what I’m doing.”

“Are you sure that’s what you’re doing? Your mother and I may not have been there as much as you’d like, but we were hoping you’d learn selflessness, pride, strength and sacrifice. We were gone a lot, I’ll admit, that was pretty llamaish of us. Not pretty llamaish, it was. Parents need to be there for their kids, but kids need to learn that while a parent’s duty is to them, they’re not the center of the universe. There are other people to worry about too. I’m sorry you think we abandoned you, but know we never once wavered in loving you.”

“You’re just mad I made you guys quit. I’m protecting you! Being a cop is tough work, dangerous even, I pulled you out of potential death and you’re angry? This is what I mean, the safety of others, I control it and you’re going to live a longer life without stress or worry.”

I’d made a document, stating that my parents were to never work in a dangerous field of employment again. They were to resign immediately, my parents were not please, they tried to fight me on i, but with exile being their only option besides quitting, I won. My brothers were happy to have mom and dad home, but they’d been avoiding me. Understandable, they were so used to free roam, my tight leashes were sure to scare them. They’d just need to adjust.

“Why though? Why Mammon? What happens when the massive income dwindles down? Am I supposed to stare at the wall in content?”

“I’m setting up to have Leviathon begin work. He’ll quit college and work his way up to being a manager in retail or a factory, I haven’t picked yet. Beezlebub will become the new paper boy, he’ll be good at that. You and Mom will look into counseling. I’m tired of hearing you two argue over housework, and to figure out why you think having left your small children alone so much was ok.”
Hy father huffed and threw his hands in the air, I’d never seen such a look of disgust. For a second, I almost wanted to say I was just kidding. I felt a cold wash over me, I feared that I had managed to make my own father, the one I so desperately wanted around, hate me.My father was not a Fangs by blood, if he were to divorce my mother, I’d have no say in his life. I panicked. Immediately I thought up a new rule on marriage, divorce, really just couples in general. I’d have to approve all relationships, I’d have to approve who could divorce, and I’d need to make up a statement on what grounds one had to have to consider separation or divorce. I decided to make Fangs a, marry for life whether you like it not, family.

The disgust in his eyes only grew, I felt like he was reading my mind and already judging my new plans. I’d have to make those and make them quick.

“Daddy,” I began trying to get his face to change, “please! I’m doing what I feel is right for the family, I’m doing what I see as the best possible thing! My utmost control in my family’s lives, it’ll help them! I promise.”

“How does it help someone to force them into something against their will? It’s like forcing an addict into rehab, they have to want it or else everyone’s going to end up with more hurt. How does running everything by you, forsaking freedom and personal space, make things better? I understand you’re doing what’s best Mammon, but you’re not looking at the big picture.”

“Just wait and see. You’re so stuck in hating all I have prepared, you’re biased. I promise Daddy.”

He sighed and shook his head. “I see my great-great-grandfather in you. He’s the reason I’m here. You all know I used to be a Sim, that I wasn’t born as a monster. They say evil never dies, this explains why my great-great-grandfather was so strong and nowhere near dying. He tried to dictate us, he forbade anyone from ever leaving the home town. He owned the plant where the zombie outbreak began, come to think of it, he owned the town. Had he not forced me to remain there, I wouldn’t be here.”

I shook my head, my father basically admitted to hating it here, hating everything. My dad put his hand on my head and patted my bun.

“I love you children and your mother very dearly, you guys are the only silver lining to the plumbob cloud that man created for me. I just never saw myself dropping out of his control and into my own daughter’s. His greed knew no bounds, I’m saddened that you inherited it, Momo.”

My father’s shoulders heaved and he shuffled over to my bed. He plopped down onto it and began to scratch at his hand. When I saw him peeling off his dead skin, and not during the usual sloughing time, I had to go. That meant he was stressed, unhappy, or somewhere deep in thought. I heard a clang in the kitchen and decided I’d head there.“Mother.” I called.

She quickly stood up and closed the oven door with he knee as she rose. She stood at attention, rigid, scared. I could see her breathing quickly, oh my poor emotional mother.

“Mom, Daddy said you were crying. Did I make you cry?”

She never turned her face to me, but she shoulders stiffened.

“I want an answer Mother.” I snapped.

I didn’t want to rule with fear, yet everyone seemed to be doing just that! They all…they all feared me.

“Where’d I go wrong!? I wonder, I wonder this all of the time. Ever since you presented your very first document, I thought why oh why. This isn’t what being an heiress is, Momo how did you ever come up with this?”

“You had your chance to rule mother, it’s my time and my own style. Please, accept it, it’ll be much easier.”

My mother shook her head and hung it, “my time was over way before it should’ve been. I panicked, I should’ve listened to your father! He’s always so level headed, calm, rational. He can say what needs to be said without even thinking on it forever, I don’t know where I’d be without him.”

“But you two bicker so much lately…to me that shows some type of-”

“Child, you don’t know love! He and I, we aren’t perfect but we are perfect for each other. I wish I could just go back and time and wait to pass on my title until you or the boys were ready. I asked too much of a 7 year old, I asked too much of all of you. I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry. I failed as a mother, I’m so sorry.”

I stared at my mother’s back, I just wish she’d turn around.

“Yes, you did. But no sense in crying about it now, it’s over. I plan to ensure that no Fangs will ever make your mistake again.”

“You sound like you’re trying to turn the sky into glittering gold. You cannot prevent all of the possible mistakes, frankly, I get that this is your time to lead and you’ve full say, but this is all a mistake. Come with me Mammon.”

She moved from the stove, still never turning around, and lead me to the living room. We stopped in front of the wall of Fangs, as I called it.“I’m sure your father told you about his great-great-grandfather. But this is my grandmother, Maris Fangs. She died shortly after you were born, she’s your polar opposite. She feared heiress responsibility and power, whereas you’re embracing it. She pushed everything away, she shoved my mother and aunts away. They had an awful childhood, they had their freedom stolen. The only way they got it back was to run away to Maris, the one that’d abandoned them to begin with. Maris atoned for her…”sins”…and made peace with everything she’d done wrong. You’re pulling everyone in, they’ll run away from you too. Learn from the mistakes of the past, they’re there for a reason.”

I stared at the photos of Fangs long past. My eyes fell on Linger’s, then Seether’s, Zora’s, Maris’, Midge and finally my mother. All of these people had held my title, they’d all messed up somehow, I read all the records of it, and that’s what I was basing my whole standing on.

“Linger gave too much freedom. She probably felt some resentment for the entire arranged marriage and being forced to live on the first island by her family, the one daughter Huntrisha ended up pregnant with her school teacher. Seether somehow managed to get two women pregnant, having been in a odd affair with a woman, Snowelle, of the Royal Clan. Those children grew up into women that hated each other. Flurry, the illegitimate, plotted to steal the family from Zora and was killed by her with the help of Jostle Murk in electricity. Maris ended up pregnant by Jostle and gave up her children, secluding herself from any knowledge of them. Midge had a very peaceful life after getting away from Jostle, and then there’s you mom.”

“Very good, you know your history, but what you’re doing is going against what all of them wanted, happiness and freedom. Linger got that. Seether got that with Tinsle. Zora eventually got that when she killed Flurry. Maris when she saved my mom and aunts. My mom from her father and me, from myself and being inter-sexed. But you, you’re building walls! Mammon, you’re going to self-destruct.”

I shook my head and sighed.

“You’re all so convinced I’m setting myself up for failure. Have some faith! Where you, and them,” as I gestured to the pictures, “had built a family, I’ll be building an empire.”
“Mammon, I’m begging you to stop with your plan. All great empires fall at some point.”

Generation 7 Chapter 1: You Brute

I wandered back into the play-room where Beelzebub was babbling his happy toddler babbles. I began to imagine they were intense words of praise. Had that really just happened? Was I dreaming? Had I, Mammon Fangs, at only 7 years old, taken over the title of Leader? I was no longer the heiress, I was the full on power-wielding leader of the legacy.


It sounded distant, I wondered how many fluffy plushy toys I could buy now that I controlled the money…to some extent.



“You look dazed, you ok?”

“Dazed means surprised right? Cuz I’m so totally surprised!”

“Everything’s ok?”

“Everything’s perfect! You’re looking at the leader.”

“You? but you’re only 7!”

“I know! Isn’t it great!? I’m the youngest leader in the history of my family. I’m the youngest!”

“Hm. How come though? I mean Levi’s a bit younger than me, but older than you. Why not him?”

“Cuz Levi said no. We can say no until they absolutely have to pick someone. Since my parents are both cops they can die at any minute. So they decided they’d need to pick and fast. So they picked me. Cuz Levi said no and Beelzebub’s “out of the potential” they said.”

This is Hanish Ledger. He’s a first generation reject, he’s a species of monster called a Brute. His parents refused to let their kid live on an island all alone for being different, so they came with. Brutes transform into scary things when they get super angry and destroy a bunch of stuff. He’s 10, and older than me, but he’s my very best friend.

“That’s good then. But you’re so young. That’s scary!”

“I think it’s great. I’m good to become a mom and leader. Levi and I have been watching Beezly since I can remember. And I’m smart, and talented, and I like to talk to people!”

I met Harnish when Levi had to pick me up from my class. He’d forgotten his books so we had to go back to his part of the school. I was bored and started playing with the locker dials when Harnish showed up and taught me how to open his. I thought it was magic, but Harnish taught me about locker combinations and even gave me his. I’m smart, so I was able to pick it up right away! I asked him what other things 10 year olds knew about, Levi’s only 9 so we knew a lot of the same stuff, but 10 year olds seemed really smart. I couldn’t wait until I turned 10, that was only 3 year away.

“I hate kids. I don’t ever want to have them. Except Beelzy, he’s cool.”

“Aw but babies are great! Everyone loves babies, that’s why there’s so many baby dolls you know. So everyone can have a baby whenever they want. I’ll right a letter to Monster Santa and ask him for one, so I can get a head-start on naming my next heir or heiress.”

“What happens if he just brings you a boy when you want a girl?”

“You’re silly! Everyone know you pick if it’s a boy or a girl when it comes to you! If I dress it all in blue, it’s a boy, pink it’s a girl. Duh, come on Harnish. Why do you think so many babies are either in blue or pink?”

“Yea, that makes sense! I do see a ton of babies in pink or blue. That must mean their parents decided they’re a boy or girl huh? Wow, that’s good to know!”

“You should probably put on contacts, your glasses only make you look smart. Stick with me, I’m real smart!”

“I should switch to contacts, my glasses get scratched every day. Thanks Princess!”
I let my block tower collapse, ignoring Beelzebub as he snatched the blocks I had used away. I felt my face grow hot and looked at Harnish. 10 year olds were smart, smarter than most 7 year olds, so if he called me a Princess then that must mean I am one.

“I’m a Princess?”

“Well, yea. I mean you have control over the family like a King or Queen. But you’re still really young and not old, so you’re a Princess.”

“Wow, I’m royalty!”

“My parents say the Fangs are. They said something about Russians and Royals, so I guess you’re a Russian Princess?”

“I don’t feel Russian…”

“Hm. Well, you’re still a princess.”

He let Beelzebub steal his blocks as well, as he shifted his glasses higher on his face. I saw my reflection in them. I loved to look at my reflection in his glasses, like as I looked at him I was looking back at myself. I heard that line used in a bunch of romance movies. I knew that meant something good but mom would always rush in and turn off the TV if she caught me. My parents were hardly home though, I hated it. I missed them, I always drew a picture for them when they got back from work. I just wanted my Mommy and Daddy, they even missed a bunch of parent school nights, and I hate being the only kid without their parents there. I promised myself I’d always be there for my children, as soon as Monster Santa gave me one.

“Do I get a knight?” I blurted out.

“Uhm. Most Queens do have knights. Where would you get one?”

“I dunno,” I shrugged my shoulders “Monster Santa? I just found out I’m a princess, I have no idea where to get a knight.”

“I’ll be your knight!” Harnish piped.

I quickly jumped from the block table and threw my arms around my buddy.
“You’re my knight!” I cried.

Harnish wrapped his arms around me too, and we got ourselves into a tight squeezing match! I gave the best bear-hugs, I’m really strong too. We both squeaked as we squeezed with all our might.

“Yes…I am!” He wheezed.

“That means…you’ll protect me…and make sure I am safe! You’ll…never, ever, ever, ever,ever…leave me! Ever! Your…job…is to…keep me safe!…Ok?!” I wheezed too, but I squeezed harder.

We both started to strain for air so we let go. I took in deep breathes, happy to not be squeezed anymore. Harnish did too, but he rubbed his ribs and hiccuped as well. We looked at each other and burst into a giggle fit. Beelzy looked as us as he chewed on a red triangle block, and began to giggle too. That only made us giggle harder, I dropped to the floor shrieking with laughter and rolled around. Eventually Harnish had to go home and Levi wok up from his nap.
With nothing else to do, I played peek-a-boo with Beelzebub. Toddlers were dumb, 7 year olds are a lot smarter. Every time I covered my face, he’d panic and think I was gone. Then I’d move my hands and say “boo”, and he’d start laughing. I knew I loved this game when I was his age, back when I was dumb.
Levi walked in, groggy and yawning.

“Where’d that weird kid go?” He yawned.

“He’s not weird. He’s really smart!”

“He hangs out with you. He’s weird. He’s a big kid, why’s he hanging out with little kids?”

“You’re just mad that 10 year olds like me and not you, the 9 year old.”

“Do not!”

“Do so!”


“Yeah huh!”

I stopped the childish game with Beezelbub and stood to begin my fight with my big brother.
I was ready to start but Levi threw me off guard.

“So how’s it feel to be leader?”

“What are you talking about Leviathan?”

“Well, Mammon, I mean being the one that controls everything! I mean, you can even tell mom when to go to bed!”

“What, jealous?”

Levi had made me angry. he called my friend weird and me weird, and that 10 year olds shouldn’t be hanging out with 7 year olds. I was very mature for my age, that’s why I’m leader!

“No this time! You’ve got adult responsibilities!”

“What’s that mean?”

“Things you have to do.”

“You think you’re so smart! Well I’m a very mature girl, and I’m not a little kid! Harnish is my knight and I’m the princess. Now be nice to me or I’ll make you eat spinach!”

Levi just rolled his eyes and giggled. I giggled too. I just laughed when others did, I don’t know why, I guess laughter makes me think of funny things and that makes me laugh.

“Your knight?”

“Yea, do you know what they are?”

“Of course Momo! Well have fun being leader, I’m sure you’ll be great at it.”

I stuck my tongue out at him and flipped my nose in the air, I walked out of that room like a lady.
7 years flew by. My parents were still alive, and still hardly ever home. It was Levi and I that saw Beelzebub learn to walk, learn to talk…but Levi took care of the potty training. We helped our baby brother make his way into being a kid. Life as leader wasn’t awful, but it wasn’t exciting. I signed papers, spoke with heads of other families and did charity. One family asked if I’d marry their 12 year old son to merge the lines and strengthen our standing, I wasn’t interested in that. I hated wearing the stupid business skirts for Little Misses, I don’t think I’d have much fun in a Little Misses’s Wedding Dress…if there were any in existence. Besides, I was still mourning over the fact that it was not Monster Santa that gave you babies. Harnish was, and is still, my knight that whole time. We grew closer and closer with every day, and he never left my side. One time a stranger tried to grab me in the park, Harnish was right there to defend me and call the cops. I had no idea what’d I do without him by my side, but I was about to find out.

“We need to talk, Momo.” Harnish sighed as we returned from grocery shopping.

“Sure! So what was up with that eggplant? Did you see that weird-”

“No Momo. Not that sort of talk.”


My throat became dry and I felt a cold air in my stomach. I fidgeted my feet, Harnish was usually happy and bright, this was bad.

“I won’t be able to see you for awhile…”

“Vacation?” I croaked, hoping for the best.

“No. My parents want to fight for me. They say it’s wrong for me to stay here just because I don’t transform when I get angry.”

“But Harnish, you’ve been here since you were 5. Your life is here! You can’t leave! Why now?” I demanded.

I didn’t want him to go, I didn’t want to lose my knight, my friend.

“I wish I knew! But I have to go…”

“I don’t believe this. I command you to stay! As Leader of the Fangs, I forbid you from leaving!”

“Momo…you’ve only got power over your family, your words have no standing on me.”

I clenched my fists and felt the tears well up. Curse these hormones of a 14 year old girl, I wept at the drop of a hat.
“Fight for me…” I mumbled, spitting out the tears.

“What? Momo…” He reached for me, I slank away.

“Fight for me! Don’t go, don’t leave! You’re my knight, please, fight for me!” I threw my face to the pillow. I heard him stumble around, looking for something to say besides “I” over and over. I felt a pain surge through my left arm and chest. I realized something when that pain surged once more, I loved him. Somewhere, somehow, I’d fallen in love with this 17 year old reject Brute. I wanted to kick myself! How didn’t I notice? How come it was now, when he was going away, that I finally noticed these feelings? I cried harder.

“Mammon, please! I’ll come back! Next year, I’ll be 18! I can come back without them, I swear I’m not abandoning you!”

“Just don’t go at all!”I bawled, “and shave that stupid mustache!”

Harnish knew just how much I hated when my parents left. I always told him how I wish they’d quit, just so I knew they were safer than when they went to work. He knew I hated it when those I held closest to me left. With nothing else to say, and both of us ending up in a stalemate, he left. He tried to reach out to me again but I pretty much tried to merge myself into the sofa. Giving up, or just understanding, he left. He left. I detached from the sofa and ran screaming for my big brother.
“Mammon!” He hollered, hearing my frantic wails.

“Leviathan!” I called.

Our house wasn’t huge, but it had many rooms. I didn’t want to look through every single one of them when I needed him right then, so I ran at the sound of his voice. His mouth dropped when he saw my blubbery, tear drenched face. He stooped low enough for me to hang from his neck and pat my head.

“He left me!” I wailed.

“Who did? What happened? What’s wrong?” He pleaded.

“Harnish! He’s gone! He’s leaving, he’s going away! My knight’s gone!”

Levi pulled me away form him and stared at me, long and hard, a puzzled look on his face. I sniffled and hiccuped every so often. I saw him grind his teeth, a very bad habit, and one that I hated. Suddenly his face changed and he sighed, pulling me into a warm big brother hug.

“I get it. In your stupid teenage girl wisdom, you’ve equated knight with boyfriend. You just got your heart broken for the first time. It’ll be ok Momo, it’ll be ok.”