Nov 18 2016

A Review of Succubus!: Hell High by Michael-Scott Earle

Succubus!: Hell High by Michael-Scott Earle

Succubus!: Hell High by Michael-Scott Earle

One of the hardest things to manage when creating characters is to give them something unique that holds the attention of a reader. Humour helps, being a “fish out of water” can be interesting as well. However, at the same time they can have what can really only be described as a “catch phrase” that makes one roll their eyes… a lot.

Being in love, and not being noticed by the one you love, is a hard thing to deal with. Meeting them, and they can’t quite remember your name, or what you look like, is more of a problem. When they happen to be a succubus, and you weren’t supposed to know, that’s when things can go off the rails and all hell, quite literally, breaks loose.

The work tells the story of:

Sherman had always thought high school was a real drag. He was looking forward to finishing his senior year so that he could coast through college, get a day job, and spend the rest of his life playing video games.

He is used to seeing Angels, but when a new girl transfers into his AP physics class, he thinks Demons might be more his style.

When his innocent crush leads him to the basement, he finds out that his school is exactly the kind of hellhole he always thought it was; only now he’ll be lucky to escape before they eat his soul.

Sherman’s life revolves around anime, video games, going to school and one other thing. The love of his life, Charlotte, even if she doesn’t know it. High school is a weird place, more so for Sherman as he can see something that no one else can. Charlotte’s a succubus. But then, everyone else at his high school isn’t exactly human either. Being that he’s the only human he knows of, that might be a real problem.

Sherman, the main character of the work, is an adorable nerd with a lovely personality. He’s very much a lost sheep amongst all that goes on around him, but there’s something else that’s interesting. He appears to be human, but there’s something odd about him and that is what pushes the story forwards, eventually creating the encounter between Sherman and the girl he’s in love with, Charlotte. His awkward personality, curiosity, but most of all, the singular trust he has in Charlotte sets him as being, in a lot of ways, a kind of anti-hero.

There is one thing about him, however, that made me cringe, over and over again. Whenever something goes right for him with Charlotte, his internal monologue uses a particular phase. The first time that happens, it’s really funny, but by the sixth time it had worn out it’s stay and really needed to be something other. It’s a minor quibble I know, but it really bothered me and it really shouldn’t have.

Charlotte, the succubus of this work, is delightfully focused, knowing what she has to do, but at the same time, she has a little bit of a flaw in her personality that Sherman falls into, thus being entwined with her in the adventure that is this story. While she has all of the physical aspects of being a succubus, the thing is that she really doesn’t as a whole, act like one. There’s really no seduction, nothing that defines her as being a succubus. What happens through the story, the things she does, say she is a devil of some kind and it’s really only Sherman that says she is a succubus, she agreeing that she is one. Otherwise the story doesn’t allow for anything like Charlotte using her powers to seduce as one might expect. Save for one scene, which was just too cute for words honestly.

The real question throughout revolves around Sherman, what he can do. There’s nothing really defined as to if he’s really all human, partly, or something else. That’s a plot thread that gets set to the side for drawing Sherman and Charlotte together, having the action begin, and the pair dealing with things as they happen. The universe, how it all works, what the high school is exactly, as well isn’t explained or explored much. From Sherman’s perspective, that’s just how things are and always has been. It works, as the story is told from him perspective, but that leaves a lot of questions unresolved and plots left dangling as the story comes to a close.

There’s a bit of a melancholy aspect to the ending, at the same time there’s a clear path to another work to follow. Part of the story is closed, Sherman’s managed to find himself with what he wanted, but then the question is, now that he does, what comes next? That’s interesting and where that goes, and who Sherman comes to face next, might be all I’m hoping for.

There’s no erotica to speak of, really there’s not any chance for that to occur. It’s more of an action/adventure with a long chase, the stirrings of a relationship, and a little bit of self-discovery. The work is written well, if a bit juvenile in tone, that happening because the story is told from Sherman’s perspective. It is very fast paced, not really allowing for much time to reflect before the next problem comes rushing up and knocking on the door.

It’s a good start to a series, I think there’s a lot of promise here. I would have liked more of Charlotte being a succubus, being seductive, than what does happen however. I’d also like Sherman to be a little more “in” the story than being dragged along as much as he is. Perhaps what comes next will, to an extent, allow both characters to develop more and turn the story towards the mystery that Sherman is.

Four of out five pitchforks.

While there were some things that bothered me about this work, that mostly comes to the characters themselves and the situation they were placed into. Charlotte is a succubus, that much is true, but so far she really hasn’t “been” a succubus. The next work in this series is scheduled to appear in January 2017 and I hope there’s more character development than action.

This work has more than enough action, I think the next thing needs to be Sherman finding out what makes him different, and telling more of Charlotte’s story. It’s silly at times, heartfelt in others, and I did enjoy the work dearly. I just wish that catchphrase didn’t keep popping up all of the time.



Nov 18 2016

A Review of Princes of Jacob by Kenneth E. Fultz Jr.

Princes of Jacob by Kenneth E. Fultz Jr.

Princes of Jacob by Kenneth E. Fultz Jr.

There are some works that suggest the appearance of succubi or incubi, but really do not quite have them appear as one might expect them to be. But succubi can have many different meanings, and finding one that is a bit different and still has some reference to the original myths is interesting.

The idea of lust being used to control the outcome of history is something that is not unheard of. Many battles have been won or lost for the sake of love or lust. The question that comes from that focuses on what the cost is, who pays it, and what comes after all has wained. There is a price, there always is one of course.

  • Title: Princes of Jacob
  • Author: Kenneth E. Fultz Jr.
  • Length: 165 Pages
  • ASIN: B010U7DSD8
  • Publishing Date: July 2, 2015
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The work tells of:

Will Lust destroy a man, a family, and a kingdom?

In the land of Agnes, during the departure of King Jacob, Reuben the eldest prince sleeps with his father’s wife and the mother of his younger brothers Gad and Asher. The betrayal is quickly found out with Zabrina’s banishment and several princes being dethroned. Lust and succubi quickly flow through the City of Adam, destroying the peace it once had. Gad and Asher become known as sons of a whore as their very brotherhood and lives come into danger. With seducing women from pagans to succubi with sexual herbs the princes of the castle become the focus of every ones attention. The brothers must figure out what is truly happening to their lives as all twelve of their already dissolving bonds break to the point of war among themselves.

Family faces many challenges, from the small to the vast, every one of them takes a toll. Sometimes there is a purpose behind the suffering, the loss and the hate which comes. But in the end, family will survive, in one form or another. It is simply a question of who is able to lead and who is to fall.

The work follows the lives of a family, specially twelve brothers in their battles within themselves and the world around them. There is political intrigue, there is passion, betrayal, lust and loathing. It is a very complicated story which wraps itself around many characters and stories that are found in the Bible and in other religious texts.

Along the way a character named Lilith appears and with her comes a group of women calling themselves succubi. However, they are not succubi in the traditional sense they do not have horns or tails or supernatural powers. They do however understand the meaning of lust and how that can be used to control others and the world around them to their goals. They could well be described as a coven of women with a plan to overcome and destroy the kingdom they both fear and detest. In order to battle against powers stronger than themselves, the succubi turn to their knowledge of the world around them, schemes, plots and innuendo, to cause the downfall of the brothers.

As they do so, the lives of the brothers fall apart, leading towards ruin, and the inevitable confrontation to learn the truth. The theme of injustice works from both sides in this and it allows for some intriguing plots to unfold.

There are a tremendous number of characters in this work, but the author manages to hold each of their voices, stories and outcomes clearly. There are some moments in which the story becomes a little confusing, but the plot manages to remain true to itself. There are some moments in the dialogue that are a little wooden, odd, or strange, but that can be attributed to the time setting for the most part.

The work has an interesting attraction in that there is a sort of “soap opera” feeling to many moments which is both amusing and appealing as well. This isn’t to belittle the writing, I just cannot think of a better way to describe some of the plots and actions taken by the characters. There are a lot of interwoven collisions with the characters that never turn out well, the brothers going from riches to rags to riches again.

An interesting read, though it is not a story about succubi per se. While this is not a work that has the appearance of succubi, it is a captivating tale about the trials of a family and how they deal with their own faults, needs, wants and desires. A very interesting and unique read and one that I liked for its depth and characters most of all.

Three and a half out of five pitchforks.

Interesting biblical/historical storytelling, but it isn’t a story about succubi as I have said perviously.



Nov 17 2016

Succubi Image of the Week 461

An drawing of what I think is a lovely, sexy and tempting Succubus today for the Succubi of the Week. Apparently this work is for some sort of game, I am assuming it is called 99 Dragons or similar. Still, she’s very well done, I like the artist’s style quite a lot… I just wish there was a tail here somewhere…

Succubus by shawli

Succubus by shawli

I found this artwork originally on Pixiv and you can find the original page with this art here.

She’s very much a lovely sensual Succubus in a lot of ways… I especially like the look in her eyes and her expression. Her outfit works well, I like that her colours all match or blend together so well too.

Her horns I would normally say look a little large, but here, overall, they seem to fit quite well. I do wish she had a tail however, I think that would have been a nice addition to the overall setting, but then it is rather busy otherwise and doing so might have been a little too much.

Gorgeous hair, her skin tone and shading is amazing too. I like that her wings aren’t ripped or torn very much as considering her overall look, doing so would be quite jarring. Pink and evil doesn’t quite go together.

There’s a story in that somewhere…



Nov 16 2016

A red bodysuit with odd horns is odd…

Red Sexy Devil CostumeWhile I do give some ideas the benefit of the doubt, there are some where I can’t quite manage that for various reasons. A lot of the time is the the look of the costume which, in some way, makes me cringe. Then there are the horns, silly or awful looking is common. But then there are those costumes when I wonder at what point did the designer step that little bit too far and go from seductive to trashy?

This is called the Red Sexy Devil Costume and it comes with the bodysuit and the horns. The boots are not included and it sells for about $150 US at the sites I have found it.

What you cannot see from this image is that the sleeves have some really ugly zippers on them and that more than anything else ruins this for me.

It’s not really awful, as a whole, but there is the little detail that makes me cringe and shake my head. The other thing that bothers me are those horns, which really do look more like cat’s ears than anything else. But I suppose as they match the costume, that’s a sort of promising thing.

Pairing this costume up with those boots makes this look a lot more appealing, and I think that also should be said, in a positive way.

But it just steps over the line from being sexy and seductive into the realm of trashy just by a bit.

As such, I’m more tempted to find those boots for my one special outfit, if for no other reason than I think the overall look would be… interesting.

Especially with red hair and black horns.

As for this?

Two pitchforks out of five with the boots, one pitchfork without them.

But it does make me ponder…



Nov 15 2016

A Review of The Succubi Mansion: A Place Where Demons Lurk by Alicia Collins

The Succubi Mansion: A Place Where Demons Lurk by Alicia Collins

The Succubi Mansion: A Place Where Demons Lurk by Alicia Collins

The thing about telling a story is that, sometimes, the minutia gets in the way. The world around the characters takes on its own life, telling a story of its own and in doing so the characters get a bit lost in the shuffling of the tale to be told. It is important to tell of what’s going on, who’s there, and what happens along the way. The issue becomes when the path to the ending doesn’t really tell so much as shows what’s going on.

The question of what you desire isn’t the same as what you love. There’s a difference between them, a gulf that one needs to cross sometimes. Being offered an answer, but not knowing the question makes for confusion, uncertainty and, most of all, distrust. Sometimes it is the latter that matters the most.

The work tells the story of:

Jordan knows what she wants in life–to sketch and be left alone to play video games. She enjoys her life as much as the next girl, but during one night of weakness, she finds shelter in the sanctuary of online chat rooms. After hours of trying to find the right fit, a mysterious message arrives: “Do you know the Succubi Mansion?” Her answer is going to change her entire life.

Jordan finds her way to a world in which there are strange things, stranger people and the question of what’s real is something she can’t quite put her finger on. Being led by one’s nose doesn’t always mean what it seems to be. More so, making a deal without understanding isn’t much of a deal at all.

The one thing that this work seems to be missing is focus. There are so many layers under which each character exists that what’s real and what isn’t becomes blurred. There are some very interesting scenes, moments of thoughtful contemplation, but then the story rushes off in another direction, or Jordan gets pushed off another way. The story reads, in a lot of ways, as sort of looking through a distorted window, trying to make sense of what is seen.

Possibly the most interesting, yet confusing characters are the succubi in this work. The tease of what is going on really interested me, but then how the characters themselves went about the scenes, almost sleepwalking, if not in confusion, made it hard at time to figure out what was going on. The mystery is delightful, the story has a lot of promise, but it really doesn’t develop as far as I’d hoped it might.

There isn’t any erotica to speak of, really this isn’t so much a work of erotica as it is a mystery to discover and to watch unfold. There’s not a lot of need for erotica either, considering Jordan herself, her background, and her encounter with the succubi. There’s more to reveal than a hot flash or two, which was the best thing really to do.

Jordan gets some hints about what’s going on, finds something she needs, and that transformation of her character I adored. Seeing her get a clue about what was happening was telling, but then came the ending and I think that it didn’t add very much to the story overall. It does open a clear door to another work, it tells of a choice made, but its so fast and abrupt that it felt like an afterthought and I wish it wasn’t.

The characters are interesting, the main plot kept my interest. But it was the sidetracks, the odd encounters and how Jordan was not quite connecting with the characters she met until the story was close to the ending. Perhaps this work might have been better served to be split into two, the arrival and the departure, allowing for the time needed for the story to breathe.

Three out of five pitchforks.

It’s a bit confusing, a bit scattered, but the underlying plot interests me. I would have liked more focus, perhaps a little less obliqueness in the dialogue and events as well. I think the author has a lot of good ideas, but rushed through them far too quickly.

There appears to be a second work to come, I will be looking for it to see how things develop from here. Jordan has found something, then lost it. It’s the finding it again that holds me. I hope the author can find a way to focus more on the telling than the shadows that abound around Jordan.



Nov 15 2016

A Review of Gasping For Ghosts by Juno North

Gasping For Ghosts by Juno North

Gasping For Ghosts by Juno North

The ending of a story is as important as the characters, the plot, and the erotica, should that come with the story. It isn’t right to tell a story that is detailed, interesting, and then leave the ending to be summed up in a single sentence at the most.

As well, sometimes hiding what a character might be can add a little bit of mystery, but then leaving that vague can be disappointing. Heat within a story is always good, but a little clarity can go a long way too. Finding that balance and building on it is not an easy thing.

  • Title: Gasping For Ghosts
  • Author: Juno North
  • Length: 23 Pages
  • ASIN: B018GX16BY
  • Publishing Date: November 23, 2015
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The work tells the story of:

Ashley’s awoken some unexpected spirits…

Ghost hunting on a stormy night. What could go wrong? But Ashley finds more chills and thrills than she expected when she stumbles onto some very horny ghosts. These spiritual ladies are bored—and Ashley is exactly what they want. The afterlife is long, and they and the resident incubus can have a great deal of fun with one pretty mortal that’s stumbled into their home…

Ashley’s never had a field experience before that includes stripping, licking and filling…

Ashley goes hunting for the supernatural and she finds they are quite the horny things. Three temptations tease her before an Incubus comes to take her too. It isn’t a dream, but will she ever awaken from the seduction and then the dominance?

The work mainly focuses upon the erotica, that being Ashley encountering three female ghost-like beings, and then shortly thereafter, also an Incubus. However, there’s actually quite a lot of story telling and character creation at the beginning of the work and I think that added a lot to things as a whole. Ashley has a life, a purpose, and even some of the other characters rub her the wrong way.

When the erotica begins, it is actually quite sneaky in how it creeps up on Ashley and that worked to bring anticipation to the story, a bit of fear to Ashley and I rather enjoyed that. The work tends to be more focused on the erotica, but even so that isn’t silly or over the top in how things are told. There’s a nice “reality” to the scenes and I enjoyed that.

The three female ghosts are a question however in that their actions seem to be, as a whole, more succubus-like than ghosts. However who they are and what they really are isn’t resolved. It’s a shame really because they are more present than Ashley at times even if they are invisible for the most part. They could well be succubi, but that isn’t revealed before the incubus of the work appears.

The overall story spends most of the time with Ashley and her three “ghosts” teasing her, playing with her and it makes for a lovely hot flash of erotica. In comparison, when the Incubus appears the heat is somewhat muted. The story moves from seduction to dominance and in doing so the loss of the seduction is quite clear. When this happens, the heat begins to ebb away as there just doesn’t seem to be a connection between Ashley and the incubus.

While the preceding scene was long and hot, the second scene is quick and to the point before it ends, the incubus vanishes and then some surprises await Ashley. The telling of what has been happening, what Ashley is offered is rather unique and I wanted to see that play out further.

The ending however is rushed, too short for all that came before and being so was disappointing. While the abruptness was one issue, the other is that the ending is a bit unclear as to what exactly happened afterwards. Ashley is asked a question, but doesn’t answer, and yet the ending seems to suggest that she might have. It’s confusing to a point and I think it didn’t need to be.

A longer ending, even if that was only for Ashley to express herself, remember what happened, or  reveal the true ending would have been a good way to end things. As it is, the heat is still in the story, but the ending dampens that somewhat.

Three and a half out of five pitchforks.

A hot flash of erotica with a good bit of story to tie everything together. A bit more clarity on the three ghosts, who I think are Succubi, but that’s my view of things, would have helped as making the ending less of a rush and more substantial.



Nov 14 2016

Devoted By TeraS

I regret to say that Part Six of The Second Coming … well … isn’t coming this week. I’m not feeling all that well and in this part of the story there’s a scene that I need to fiddle with, but I just haven’t been able to focus on doing so … That will come and, I think, giving it another week’s thought will make it far better than it is.

However …

There is a story to tell—there’s always a story to tell, after all. That story can be one that tells of a single word and what it means to them. After all … some are …


By TeraS


Imagine, if you will, you see across a room the single thing you’ve always wanted, desired, were open to regardless of the cost.

It’s … her.

You’ve dreamed about her smile, her lovely ruby red lips that seduce you from afar; the shine of light in the room which brings out the achingly kissable texture of her lips, which you can feel, somehow, kissing your own from so far away, her eyes … her so wonderfully, deeply emerald-green eyes that pierce through the darkness of the room, capturing your own with but a glance in your direction. That darkness is pale in comparison with her wild raven mane, framing her lovely tanned flesh.

You can see, feel—and that shiver is thrilling—her mischievous power, how it caresses your soul, your mind. Your thoughts are drifting towards what she tastes like, how thrilling it would be to worship but the smallest little piece of her.

It would be, would it not, the one thing you’ve desired?

You pause there, far away, observing her. There’s that little nagging thought telling you that you aren’t worthy of her, that she’d never really cast a second thought about someone like you. The vision, the one that you hold deep inside, of kneeling, obeying, serving is but a fantasy, isn’t it?

But …

… it’s … her.

She’s holding court, there’s really no other way to explain it. The deference of those around her is clear, beyond reproach. The room has others, of course. They attract their own: those who have come to their own choices, believe in them—trust given for the bliss asked for. You could, of course, simply go off and find one, be accepted by them, have a place with them.

But …

… it’s … her.

Others pass between her and you, your breath catching when she isn’t there and then calming again when she comes back into focus. She remains there, regal, the Queen she is, observing those around her. Your thoughts turn towards her bemused smile and how dearly hard you are at the thought of being the one, on this night, to wean a passionate moan of delight from the Queen herself, to be—there is little doubt now in your thoughts—submissive to her; to obey her thoughts, the thrill of her praise being enough that you’d cum at her touch, her kiss, her power enveloping you and making you hers; giving up all pretense for the sake of gaining that which you need so dearly now that you cannot bring yourself to turn away. She would not be disappointed in you, of course … unless …

But …

… it’s … her.

A murmur comes from the souls in the room and your attention is diverted for an instant. Looking about, you wonder what caused it, but there’s no real sign. The pets mill about their owners, paraded by them, displayed as prizes to taunt and tease the others in the room. You sigh softly, knowing she’d never do such a thing. She values the souls that are hers. Again, that little wish comes to you, wanting, needing to be set free.

Your eyes turn back, seeking her out once more. A last little glimpse of the desire you’ve held and cultivated in hope. The throne—for it can only be that when she is upon it—is empty. The frown that comes tells how crestfallen you are to have missed her erotic form flow over the space, parting the seas of need, want, and desire around her, for what else could happen here in her Realm of power over all that orbit around her? Of course it is! You shake your head and scold your thoughts for missing the obvious.

But …

… it’s … her.

The night has come to a close; the pets depart with their owners and you are left alone. The sounds ebb away, leaving silence. The scent of perfume fades, leaving but clear air. The lights go out, one by one, until the last light left marks the way out. The moment is past, the night has moved on.

The steps towards the light are in silence, your thoughts still of her, still thinking about her touch, her scent, her desires. Your lips move silently, forming around the words you wanted to say to her, the words of devotion, belonging, needing: to obey, offer, give, anything to feel her hands, her lips; the simple words which you still wish to say.

A figure steps into the light, shocking your attention back to where you were going. You start to apologize for being tardy, babbling that you didn’t realize that the event was over and it was time to leave. But then three things bring you up short. The long sinuous tail that appears over the figure in shadow’s shoulder is unmistakable. The scent of cherries that tickles upon your senses is everything you imagined it would be. But most of all, her form, in all of her seductiveness, passion, love, and desire, it floods the space between you. The effect is to make you start to lose yourself, to fall into her.

You cannot speak nor move as she tilts her head to the right, idly flicking a lock of hair over her shoulder. You want to touch her raven locks, to nuzzle your cheek against the velvet tangle that is her mane. The light that was behind her seems to become part of her, putting her form into contrast with the darkness that surrounds you both. You are—you have become—her singular focus. If you were one to fear her, you might think yourself as her prey.

But …

… it’s … her.

She traces her nails along her shapely bare thighs: that dress—the black one trimmed in red that leaves her legs bare to be worshipped, caressed, and licked—hides just enough that the need within you burns ever brighter for knowing that she is so close, so near now.

The thought comes to fall to your knees in submission, to offer yourself, your entire self, in mind, body, and soul. That thought seems to be perfect. But she remains just out of touch, waiting for something. Another thought comes of serving, to give anything she wishes. The thrill of her praise in being more than a pet makes the ache worse still, and you cannot help but clench your hands, the indecision not worth of her presence. But still she waits upon you. It is confusing, uncertain, unclear.

But …

… it’s … her.

She … purrs. If you were hard before, that was nothing to how you now ache. The clicking of her heels announces her approach, her scent stronger. The gleam in her eyes now, so close, makes that which you saw from afar a pale thing to recall. Was that moments ago or in time uncountable? You cannot remember, nor do you care to at this moment.

The first touch of her fingers against your skin lasts an eternity: a light brush of fingers over your wrist, along your arm; a soft tracing of nails over your cheek as she flows around you; the exquisite shock of her lips kissing your neck, your cheek. Whether it is being unable to move, not wanting to, or willing yourself to allow whatever she wishes, whichever isn’t important. Pressing against your back, her curves against you, long-nailed fingers guide themselves over your waist, to tease against the inside of your thighs, seeking out your want, need, desire. Still, you accept she is in control, she leads this dance.

But …

… it’s … her.

Reality shifts. The heat of bare skin against bare skin is unmistakable, as is the whine that escapes you as she still presses against you, her tail wrapping itself around one of your legs, her smooth fingers stroking your hardness. She purrs … no … she moans, breath hot against your ear, a lick of her tongue to tease you, pulling you into her, holding you. Her voice, sweet and syrupy, seeps into your thoughts. That little voice inside of you—the one you’ve know but not allowed—finally speaks the truth, the truth she’s known from the moment your eyes met. It isn’t about need or want, and the opening of that door within yourself leads to one thing. Your needs and wants turn into devotion. That devotion gives you but one singular purpose. You are hers, and hers for always.

Your knees touch the floor. Your eyes look upwards in submission to her desires, waiting for her to allow you to fulfill the purpose shining within you now. Your place is exactly where you needed to be, your lips against her skin as divine as she. The heat of her sex, your tongue pleasuring her makes you think of nothing else save to serve and obey. Your devotion to making her scream in pleasure is your entire purpose. Devotion, in all of its forms, leads to ecstasy and bliss as her fingers entwine themselves into your hair.

Your soul awakes with new purpose. The devotion of your soul to her is blinding in its brilliance. That missing piece within you falls into place. You are devoted to the Queen in all things, in all ways. The passions given are returned tenfold and more.

But …

… it’s … her.

The collar marks you as hers, however she wishes you to be, devoted in passion, lust, want and desire; given to all she is and all she sees within your own soul. Perhaps that little voice deep inside still wonders sometimes what she sees in you.

But …

… it’s … her.

She is as devoted to you for the soul that you are. For that is true devotion: the knowing of that truth alone.