— Night - San Francisco —
From the dizzying heights of her penthouse in the Golden Empire building, Greed, one of the most powerful women on the global stage, surveyed her domain. The sprawl of San Francisco shimmered beneath her like a glittering tapestry, a million points of neon light weaving a mesmerizing dance across the landscape.
The city skyline was a testament to the power of the United States of America, each building a brick in the edifice she'd helped construct. Even the iconic Golden Gate Bridge, a symbol of progress reaching beyond the city limits, seemed to hum with the energy of her relentless ambition.
However, Greed held a peculiar affection for a hidden gem within this concrete jungle. Nestled amongst the winding lanes, a secret haven awaited her - a house on Lombard Street, offering an unparalleled vista of the city by night. Unfortunately, recent events in the Confederacy had cast a shadow over her usual escapes.
The meticulously planned negotiation for the return of Texas, a state rightfully belonging to the USA, had been thrown into disarray by a sudden coup in the Confederacy.
President Aldenmere, her supposed ally in the Confederacy, had been ousted by General William Moore, a name that elicited an annoyance from Greed.
This man, a seasoned military leader and one of the three men wielding questionable authority in the Confederacy, embodied everything Greed opposed. A relic of a bygone era, his staunch advocacy for white supremacy and his opposition to modernization and abolition of slavery were as outdated as his preening military mustache.
He was the antithesis of the progressive future she envisioned for the entire continent, a future she was determined to build.
Now, the delicate game of diplomacy had devolved into a frantic scramble. Greed, forced to return to her desk, found herself wrestling with fickle politicians in the US Congress, their opportunism as predictable as the changing tides.
The last thing she needed was a rogue state, led by a buffoonish general, dangling nuclear weapons on the world stage.
Knock Knock.... Knock Knock Knock!
The rhythmic knock, two short bursts followed by three rapid ones, jolted Greed from her thoughts. It was a specific code, shared only with trusted companions. A knot of worry tightened in her stomach. Who could it be at this hour?
Cautiously, she approached the peephole. Relief washed over her as she recognized the familiar face staring back: a beautiful young woman of mixed Asian and Caucasian descent, her lips curved in a knowing smile.
It was Koyuki. But a subtle dissonance gnawed at Greed's mind. Koyuki's hair, once a fiery cascade of red, now shone in a natural shade, a stark contrast to the memory Greed held.
Greed swung the door open, a welcoming smile blooming on her face. "Wrath!" The name slipped out instinctively, a testament to the strength of old habits.
Koyuki chuckled, stepping inside. "Greed, always so dramatic," she said, her voice warm and familiar. Despite the slip-up, she embraced Greed tightly, a gesture readily returned.
"He did mention sending you some help, remember?" Koyuki asked, a knowing smile playing on her lips.
Greed chuckled, shaking her head in mock exasperation. "Some help? More like an entire battalion of warriors in those intimidating power suits, each one capable of decimating an entire battalion! And a submarine... Well, let's just say it could probably reshape an entire continent! Our Danny, always the one for grand gestures."
Greed's smile widened, the playful glint in her eyes betraying any initial bewilderment. "Maybe we need to have a gentle conversation with him about the definition of 'some,' wouldn't you agree, Koyuki?"
Koyuki laughed heartily, their shared laughter a testament to their strong bond. "Indeed," she replied, "our Daniel certainly has a flair for the dramatic, wouldn't you say?"
The two sipped their coffee, the silence comfortable until a realization struck Greed. "Hold on a second, Koyuki," she said, her eyes widening. "Did you just say 'conceive'? As in, you're..." Greed trailed off, her gaze darting towards Koyuki's stomach.
Koyuki's cheeks flushed a rosy pink. "Ah, it seems that I can get pregnant again," she confirmed with a shy smile.
Greed's initial surprise melted into a playful grin. "Well, well, well," she said, drawing out the words. "So, you decided to grace your dearest friend with this delightful news, huh?"
Koyuki chuckled, their shared laughter filling the penthouse. "Something like that," she replied, a twinkle in her eye.
Greed leaned forward, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "So, are you telling me you came here just to flaunt your newfound ability to procreate in front of your barren friend?"
Koyuki playfully grinned. "Perhaps a little bit," she admitted teasingly. "Don't forget, you're the one asking."
Hearing this, Greed pounced at Koyuki, who quickly evaded and stood up, preparing to run. "Come here, you little! Don't let me catch you!" Greed roared playfully, chasing Koyuki who ran away.
Their lighthearted chase ensued, laughter and playful shouts echoing through the vast space of Greed's penthouse. After several minutes of playful pursuit, Greed, not as adept at physical activities as Koyuki, collapsed onto a nearby sofa, catching her breath.
"Huff... huff... f*ck!" she wheezed "just you wait!" Greed lay on the sofa, showing her middle finger at Koyuki, who stood beside her, smiling.
"You know, Greed, I have a feeling that Danny could fix your... issue too. You know it's a form of curse, right?" Koyuki started, diverting Greed's attention from her frustrations to her friend.
"Yes, I know that it's a form of curse, because the witch is supposed to be the bride of the demon they contracted with, blah blah blah. I know all of that. And I also know that without concession from the demon to amend their contract, no one can break this curse too," Greed said with a tired sigh.
Koyuki's smile widened, revealing a hint of excitement in her eyes. "Well, guess what? Turns out, Daniel has Mammon trapped in the form of a yellow iguana."
Greed stared at her, her surprise momentarily eclipsing the lingering frustration. "Huh? You're kidding? Seriously?"