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Lust in the Woods — Part II: Rest

  It took me what felt like ages, but I found it. A unique building for me to stay in. As I headed towards it, I listened closely and heard nobody within the home. I sighed in slight relief and grasped the doorknob, slowly entering the place.

  “ʜᴏᴍᴇ..ꜰᴏʀ ɴᴏᴡ..” I whispered to myself as I looked around. A section of the cozy room had a fire burning, warming the entire room up with ease. I sat down on the first seat I saw, slowly feeling my own body again.

  As I observed my new surroundings, I noticed a lit tree tucked into the corner. It flashed multiple colors in a soft manner, lighting up the room even more. Next to this fascinating nature was a shelf filled with several books. I couldn’t help myself and grabbed one, reading through it.

  “..ɢ.ᴏ.ᴅ..? ɴᴏ..ɪᴛ’ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ..” I slightly hissed aloud, finding the written material within the book to be exasperating. Such euphoric-intending promises were not of reality, but of rather a Mortal falsehood to understand something nobody in Humankind would ever imagine. But I did. I did imagine the truth. Or rather..I saw the truth. And it was nothing like what a Mortal could ever see to understand..

  I felt indignation itself boiling within me as I closed the book. It had been eons since I experienced such a feeling; a warmth of wrath that felt so intoxicatingly soothing, yet so foreignly sickening. My eyes immediately latched onto the resight of the fire, my fist clenching the spine of this unnecessary legend. I soon felt the need to burn such a falsification into nonexistence. But then again..this could just be one of the many fabrications that Mortals replicated again and again for everyone to see. So with this in mind..why burn only one miniscule piece of a gigantic puzzle of the concept I just read when it wouldn’t erase the bigger picture?

  “ʀᴇʟᴀx, ᴠᴀʟᴀᴋᴀ..” I eventually told myself as I took deep breaths, soon easing down rather slowly as the feeling of vexation released me from its grasp. “ɪᴛ’ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ɪᴛ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ꜱᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀɴᴛᴀꜱʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴᴋɪɴᴅ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇꜱ ɪɴ. ɪᴛ’ꜱ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀɪᴛ..ᴡᴀɪᴛ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴇxᴇᴄᴜᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ. ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡᴀɪᴛ..”

  I stood up and placed the book back where I found it before walking around the house in curiosity. Eventually, I found a bedroom and smiled at the sight, finding this room even more relaxing than the one I was just in. It even had the view of the cold, white fur—as I and other Succubi and Incubi call it—covering the outside scenery in a beautiful way.

  I climbed into the bed and got under the soft covers before laying down. And right before I fell asleep, a single thought escaped my lips..

  “ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴍʏ ɴᴇᴡ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ..ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʟʟ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ. ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ..”

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