Jan 11 2010

Storm Clouds XXXVI – An ongoing Succubi Story

This is the continuing story of the Succubi called Storm Clouds…

If you want to read previous chapters, please click the link in the Tale header at the top of the page marked Storm Clouds or click here...

What little I added last week has been edited by James, for which I thank him as always for his kindness… I think that the albino came in too quick and needs more explanation, but I’m not sure that this is the place for it… So a little more of Chapter Nine and then we return to the city next week… Probably…


Storm Clouds

Chapter 7

By TeraS

“Thomas, talk to me.”

Camilla stood there, looking quite concerned. Tom found himself looking at her, not with the panic he had at first, but, instead, with an odd curiosity.

He let out a snort, “I’m good. You wouldn’t understand.”

“That you lost someone close to you? That you where hurt? Still are? Always will be?”

Tom didn’t answer that. He could, but he felt like she was getting into something that she had no right to. So instead of answering, he turned away from her and looked at the landscape around him.

The rows and rows of grave markers made it clear that this was a place of rest for those who had passed on. For a moment, he wondered how someone like Camilla could be killed, and then shoved that thought away.

It wasn’t something that he needed to think about.

Camilla frowned, “You haven’t got a lock on pain, Thomas. No one does. Not ever.”

He thrust his hands into his pockets, “Alright, I’ll assume that you are telling me the truth and that you aren’t going to kill me.” He heard her coming closer. Passing him, she nodded as her tail moved from side to side behind her. “Why me?”

Her tail stopped, “That’s not for me to tell you. If you want to know, you’ll have to ask Tera about that.”

He managed a smile, “Passing the buck or thinking that I can’t handle it?”

A shrug, “Both.”

He walked up to her, looking at how she had changed. She was still the girl he had met not that long ago, just with some optional extras added to her. If he overlooked those, she was still a woman… No. That was wrong. She was what she was, but she didn’t lie to him … that one thing made her trustworthy.

“Alright. I’ll talk to her later. Camila, what … why are you?”

She rubbed her hands along the side of her dress, “We aren’t all evil, nor are we all good. We make choices just like you do. Sometimes they are good ones, sometimes they are bad ones, but we choose to do and be what we are.”

“Nice speech.”

She winked, “Thanks… Been working on that for centuries, actually.”

“Now how about the unvarnished truth?”

She nodded, “In short, I believe we are in limbo between light and dark, that both want us and both are afraid of us. You can think of us as wildcards, Thomas, but there is one thing, one promise that we have made that we can’t forget … people like you have to make your own choices, decisions, and actions …”

He put a hand up: “I didn’t choose to be here.”

“Oh yes you did. You chose to come. You chose to knock on the door. You chose to see what you could find out. All of that was your choice.” She waved a hand, “All of this followed because it had to; you would have never accepted a lie…”

He thought about that and came to the decision that she was right. He wouldn’t have let this lie, ignored it, moved on. That wouldn’t have happened because it was not his nature to do that.

“Besides giving me the breadcrumbs to find you, why did you pick me?”

Camilla shook her head, “Can’t say.”

A question came to him, “Tell me something. Are there angels and all that other stuff?”

“Yes. Angels, devils, dragons, faeries, and more are all real. It’s just that your world has forgotten about the wonders around it … most of the time.”

“So what are you, exactly.”

She looked almost embarrassed, “Beings like me are Succubi, Thomas. There are Incubi here as well.”

He arched an eyebrow, “I’ve heard of those.”

“No. You have heard of something like us, not us.”


“A Succubus or Incubus kills through sex. We don’t. We gave that up ages ago just to be able to be who what we are right now; independent beings that serve no one.”

Tom thought that over, “Okay, so you split away and you do what you want.”

A slight nod.

“That’s dangerous, Camilla. No rules means nothing to control you.”

A smile, “But there is: one very important thing, Thomas. We know the past. We won’t go back to it again.”

Tom wiped a hand over his eyes, “You know that this is all too much to take in.”

Her hand was soft and gentle on his shoulder, “You are, really, one of the few people that can handle this, Thomas. Most people would be screaming and running in circles at this point.”

“What makes you think I won’t?”

“Curiosity … You want to know the secrets. Your mind is wanting to know answers to questions you have had since the day you were born. Most of all, you won’t let yourself back down from a fight, Thomas.”

Tom thought that over for a while. It was true that he was wondering about a lot of things … more than he wanted to be. But three things came to the forefront. He had a mystery. He had a job to do … and he had a promise to keep.

He looked her straight in the eye, “I need a partner in this; someone who knows the lay of the land; someone who will watch my back.”

She nodded, “You always will in our world.”

He offered his hand, “I … I will trust you Camilla. I trust that you will watch out for me.”

She took his hand, “I promise. I want a promise from you, too: wherever this goes, whoever did it, whatever it takes, you won’t walk away.”

They shook on it and then Tom asked, “Where are we? Fill me in.”

“You are in what you would understand as our cemetery.” She pointed towards the mountain covered in fog at the edge of the markers, “It continues far up the mountain, almost to the very top. Everyone whom we can return home is here. Some never return and we are less for that. Otherwise, from the first of us to the last of us, our bodies rest here.”

Then she pointed into the distance to Tom’s right where three figures collected themselves around a marker, “Her family is up there.”

“Let’s go. I want to talk to them.”

It took them a good fifteen minutes of walking before Thomas got his first good look at Patricia’s family. Her husband was talking to their children, trying to explain to them, Thomas assumed, what had happened and why their Mother would not be returning to them.

The husband was a short blonde man, unassuming, someone you wouldn’t look twice at in the street. He wore a darker suit, in comparison to the children. Looking at the children, Tom was struck with the realization that neither of them had horns or tails.

“Why don’t the kids have horns and a tail like you — or their father, for that matter?”

“They haven’t decided if they want to be like us. So they are simply children with their own ideas and goals. If they decide to become like us, then they’ll have to go through the ceremony and be picked by a Tail.”

“Picked? By a Tail? How does that work?”

She shook her head, “I’ll explain later. Not in front of the children. We protect them from what we are so that they can make up their own minds…”

With that, Camilla’s horns and tail shimmered and vanished, but her clothing remained transformed. As they came within earshot of Patricia’s family she added, “I’d thank you not to talk about it please.”

Tom nodded, but resolved to ask Camilla more questions about their rules later. After all, rules were meant to be broken in the eyes of some people … Reaching the father, Tom offered his hand, “My sympathies upon your loss, sir.”

The other man stood and paused for a moment before taking the offered hand, “Thank you. Name’s ‘Brent.’” The grip was firm but not overwhelming, although Tom had the distinct feeling that he was being judged at that moment by this man.

A nod, “Tom. I’d like some of your time.”

Camilla went to the kids, soon hugging them and drawing their attention away from Tom and their father. She gave him a nod, and Tom took that as his chance to start his questioning, assuming that Brent agreed.

Brent spoke to the kids, “Okay you two, go with Auntie Camila; her friend wants to talk to me. Now be good, right?”

A chorus of, “Yes Father”, and then Camilla and the kids began to walk towards a path leading away from the grave markers.

Brent then rested a hand on the marker which Tom now saw had Patricia’s name on it, “I’ve been told that you are looking into my wife’s death. I’ve been told that Tera asked you to do this. That true?”

“She did, I was investigating before I knew about what you people are. She’s hard to say ‘no’ to…”

A chuckle: “She’s the Queen. Rarely pushes people, mostly suggests and guides when needed. But she has always let people choose to disappoint her or not.”

“Have you?”

“I’ve disappointed myself.”

Storm Clouds

Chapter 8

By TeraS

Tom was not exactly surprised by those words. Survivors usually blamed themselves for things that happened to their loved ones. Some couldn’t handle the pain and didn’t stay in the world, taking what they thought was the easy way out. Others became vigilantes, trying to take an ounce of flesh or more from the person, persons, or thing that took what they loved away. Tom’s concern was a being of power losing control and wrecking havoc.

A being like Brent.

Tom started where he needed to, “Why? What could you have done?”

Brent placed his right fist into the palm of his left hand, “I could have been with her. I could have stopped it.”

“So why weren’t you?”

For a moment, just a moment, a shadow fell over Brent’s face as he replied, “Because I was stupid enough to get trapped in a ward set by a mage.”

“Explain that.”

A pair of black horns shimmered into view at Brent’s temples and his black tail formed behind him, that tail almost lifeless, not moving as Tom had seen Camilla’s do almost constantly.

“Summonings are a bitch. Any idiot with the right book and a fragment of knowledge can summon us into their world. They can summon anything. The stupider ones go and summon beings that they can’t control and then in a panic they summon another being to try and save their worthless hides.”

“Which were you?”

A snort: “The latter. The ass summoned a Darkweaver: ugly horrid tentacle thing that likes to hide in shadows and kill the unwary that get too close. The ass summoned it thinking that he would use it to kill a rival. He didn’t expect that it would try to eat him instead.”

Brent rubbed his fist twice, “So in the middle of that happening, he grabbed his book and tossed out a summoning spell with no focus. I was unlucky enough to be nearby and got dragged into it.”

Tom held up a hand, “You haven’t said where you were.”

“You remember that house that burned to a crisp on the lower west side the same night that … that Patricia left me?”

A nod was Tom’s answer. That was in the papers. A two story, hundred year old house went up that night. One body was found in the mess, the morgue didn’t even bother trying to identify it; there was not a lot left.

“I was the closest supernatural being to him, so I went from being at home with the kids to standing in the middle of a bloodbath. The mage didn’t last five seconds after I got there. The Darkweaver then turned its attention to me and I had to kill it…. Otherwise it would get loose in the city. Couldn’t let that happen.”


He laughed, “Because the Queen forbids it. She says that we’ll never get recognition for what we do, but someday it will matter. So I cornered it in the basement, lit some hellfire in the floor to surround it and then burned the place to the ground.”


Brent didn’t flinch at that, “Burn it or let others die, me first, then whomever got in its way. Arson was the quickest way to stop it. So I did it. You can take me to jail for that if you want.”

Tom pushed on, “You have more important things to deal with. And two kids to look after.”

The tears that formed in Brent’s hurt eyes were something that Tom had seen before.

Brent wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, “I couldn’t leave until I was sure that thing was dead. I stayed in the flames watching the place turn to ash because I had to be sure it was gone. When the fire department had the flames under control and I couldn’t sense anything else there, I portaled out back to our home. When I came through I … I felt her die.”

This was confusing to Tom, “How could you do that?”

Brent started to play with a silver ring on his right hand, “She was more than my wife. She was … is… my Eternal as I am hers. When something happens, something really bad, we know…”

Tom took that at face value, “Why didn’t you go to her?”

Brent gave him a look, “I did, dammit! I portaled as close as I could and ran to her, but the mall cops were there trying to save her and I couldn’t reveal myself, not even to save her. Then your people arrived and it was far too late to do anything more …”

Tom could see the anger in Brent’s eyes, “If I had left, if I had just assumed the fire would have done its job, if I wasn’t so focused on that … thing … I might have felt her in trouble and gotten there sooner, taken her back here and our healers might have saved her …”

Tom felt like he was walking on eggshells, “You won’t believe me, but I know what you mean. Do yourself a favor … get yourself together and real quick. You have two kids that need their father right now. If you forget them I’ll slap you myself so that you remember.”

The dangerous look in Brent’s eyes vanished at the mention of his children, “They have no idea what’s really happened, or it hasn’t hit them yet … what the hell am I supposed to do now?”

“Be a father. Be their father. At least you have that to comfort you Brent. I wasn’t that lucky …”

Brent looked off in the distance where Camilla and the children had vanished behind a small rise moments before, “Luck? I’m all out of that. All that’s left is …”

“Is getting on your feet, making sure those kids of yours know that you are going to be there for them, and that their mother loves them. Not loved.”

A nod, “They know. They’ve always known that. It was the first thing we said when we found them.”

Tom’s reply held a question he had, “Adopted. Camilla told me but not why.”

“One of the things that marks us is that we can’t have kids. Legend has it that as part of the price for being free, the pound of flesh that was taken in return was that we would never have our own. But like any being that deals with contracts, a loophole was found. They never said that we couldn’t adopt them.”

Tom smirked, “Nice. Good deed in place of a bad one. So you got your freedom and then took it upon yourselves to … what? Take kids you wanted to fill a void in you?”

Brent’s tail, for the first time, rose into the air and then pointed itself at Tom, “No. We go through the same steps that you would to adopt them. We don’t cheat and we don’t pick. Every single one of them is loved by all of us. We’ll protect them, let them choose their own way no matter what.”

“And if they choose not to be like you?”

Brent’s tail drooped a bit, “Then they choose that. We stay with them in your world as long as we can. At least until they have their own lives to lead. Then we fade away from them.”

“That hurts doesn’t it?”

Brent sighed, “More than you know. We still watch over them, watch them grow old and then … then we mourn them… It’s a lousy life when you have to watch your kids pass on before you do.”

Tom asked the obvious question, “How old are you, really?”

“Going on three millennia.”

“Holy Crap!”

Brent chuckled, “Pretty much. Seen a lot, loved just one, and now I don’t know what the future brings to us.”

“You hoping that the kids follow you?”

Another nod, “Have to. But I won’t push them, not an inch. They’ll know when the time is right and then … then if they want it, its theirs freely.”

“And if not?”

Brent’s tail and horns shimmered and vanished again, “Then it will be like a dream to them and they’ll continue in their lives never knowing the truth. But I will, and I’ll still be their father.”

Tom considered that; knowing that even beings of power believed in free choice was a small comfort. He wanted to continue to a question about Patricia. But before he could, Brent started walking off in the direction of the kids.

“Sorry Tom, I know that they are safe, but I don’t want to be away from them.”

Tom caught up with him in a couple of strides, “Would you tell me what Patricia did for a living? That might give me a place to start.”



Brent nodded, “Nothing. She stayed home, looked after the kids and that’s it. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“And you?”

He reached into a pocket and then handed a card to Tom, “You won’t believe it.”

Tom looked at the card and didn’t believe it. There in black and white was proof that the universe had a wicked sense of humor. The card read, “Brent B. The Daily Times. Gossip.” It was so weird that he asked, “So tell me then, who’s the mayor seeing?”

Brent’s eyes actually had a spark of mischief in them, “If I told you, you’d fall over from shock.”

Putting the card away, Tom sighed, “Probably. I don’t believe the porn star rumor myself.”

Brent had a look like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth, so Tom asked, “You make enemies over your job?”

That question brought Brent to a sudden stop and then he shook his head, “Nah, they wouldn’t do something like this over something so trivial.”

“Who’s they?”

As the two of them crested over the hill, the answer wasn’t what Tom expected…

“It would be easier to list the ones that aren’t …”

Storm Clouds

Chapter 9

By TeraS

There are two sides to every story. There is a dark side and a light side to the universe. This was the way things were from the beginning.

But, in one part of it …

… the Dark was …

… disturbed.

It watched those who call themselves Succubi and Incubi with distaste. Such beings did not do the things that they should, did not make souls choose the wrong thing at the wrong time in hopes of damning them utterly.

The balance was, the Dark knew, tipping ever so slightly towards the light. Its power would, given time, wane …

This was something that could not be allowed to continue.

The pawns that had been placed into motion had removed one piece from the board of play. It was not enough to alter them all. This was disturbing because, from what the Dark knew of them, it expected those that it wanted changed to fall towards damning of their own accord.

But instead of seeing great numbers of them doing so … nothing was happening as it should. Oh, there were some who were turned slightly, but the ones who mattered didn’t budge from what their Queen had declared to be her–and through her, their–destiny.

The Dark looked at the other pawns in the game, knowing that at least one would have to be sacrificed for its plan to succeed. But which one?

Emotions born of Dark were effective for making beings lose themselves. Be they anger, revenge, envy, fear, or similar things, they could be effective in tipping the balance.

Seeing that one pawn in particular wanted a kind of revenge, Dark slipped into the world and made its way towards that one who, it believed, would be affected by persuasion whether aware of it or not.

It found the pawn sitting on a park bench looking at a newspaper. It was almost child’s play to alter a story deep within the pages to leave a clue for the pawn to follow. The story that had to do with a fire in the city that appeared to be arson, a story Dark changed just a bit.

While there had been no evidence of what caused the fire, a mention was added about a witness who claimed to have seen a man enter the building and then leave just before the fire started.

A small, almost insignificant, change, but to the one who was reading it … it would make them question what they had been told and who had said the words.

The article was read, the paper crushed and then left behind on the grass as the pawn stormed off in the direction of a certain brownstone building.

The Dark made that paper burn in an acid-smelling flame before leaving that pawn and appearing to one of its own, special ones.  It arrived at an old run-down trailer park on the northern edge of the city, not too far away, but far enough that the crawling evil within the walls went unnoticed by those who could sense it.

But the usefulness of this corrupted human in the Dark’s affairs was ended. There were loose ends to tie up, and this was one of them.

It was elementary for the dark to pass through the walls and be within. Within was a place that the light had not seen for ages. The windows were boarded over, the light switches ripped from the walls. Nothing that could produce light remained within.

The man within the walls reveled in the blackness there.

That was his downfall and his tie to the Dark …

He was sitting cross legged in the middle of the trailer’s largest room. That space was bare: no carpet, no furniture, nothing that would be expected in a place where one would live. He was an albino, the glow of his white skin at odds with the surrounding blackness; the back of his bald head marked with a tattoo of an ancient rune of power in black. His hands were on either side of a black ebony dagger thrust into the floor; the hilt of it pointed towards his body.

The Dark whispered thoughts into the man’s mind, shaping his thoughts in ways that would serve it one final time. The pawn smiled thinly as he gripped the dagger with both hands and worked it loose from the floor. Standing up, he picked up a black robe, wrapped it around his form, and then pushed the door leading to the outside world open and left.

The Dark remained there.

The door did not close completely. A thin wedge of light forced its way within the dank evil place. It pushed across the bare floor until it revealed a thick red chalk line there.

And just past that…

Something awful.

Sitting there on the floor was a glass jar; its silver lid had more runes upon it. But what was in it was heartbreaking.

Within the jar was a spaded white tail, The remains bleeding and weak, but not dead. The tip was poking and prodding at the lid, trying to remove it. It paused for a moment and seemed to look directly at the Dark before it returned to pushing against its prison.

The Dark chuckled before making the door closed, plunging the tail into the blackness once more, and then leaving the place and the creature within it behind …

For a time, the tip continued trying to escape the prison that held it. It had seen, felt, and heard the plans for its kind. There had to be a way to get out and return to those that needed to know.

But it was in vain. There was no exit, no chink in the armor, nothing that it might use to be free and leave this accursed place. Knowing that each and every attempt was just drawing more from it, the tail curled up into the bottom of the jar and fell silent, waiting, hoping for a chance, a mistake, something that would set it free…

it hoped that would be soon.

Jan 10 2010

A lovely Succubus Webcomic…

I was told of a webcomic about a Succubus that I wasn’t aware of and I really wish that I would have known of it sooner. But I know of it now and I do want to tell about it…

The webcomic is called Bad Mix.

You can click on the banner here to visit the site, or there is a new link in the blogroll listing on the right side of my blog…

This is the story of a Succubus named Lorelei and tells of her visiting different people in their sleep and making their sexual dreams real, at least for a while. The series was created by the artist Gabriel Rocha, whom is a Mexican artist.

He started the series originally in the Mexican version of FHM magazine in 2005 and then branched out to publish Lorelei’s story in her own website.

Lorelei has blonde hair in a short bob-cut with green eyes. Her wings are red and black in colour but she does not have a pair of horns or a tail. She has only one outfit, that being of a black thong, stockings and long gloves with a red bikini top all made of a shiny latex-like material.

What I find interesting about this particular version of a Succubus is that she doesn’t seem to actually claim the souls of the people she comes to meet, but does mark them with a tattoo and the promise that someday she will call upon them.

At one point in the story, it is revealed that angels and demons will have a war soon and that the Succubi are a third party involved in this, what that leads to we don’t know as yet…

Regrettably, the story hasn’t been updated in a while, real life has been interfering with this tale, but I really really hope that the story continues someday because the artist, his art, and the story are something that I really would love to see return again…


Jan 09 2010

YouTube Succubus Art…

I came across another one of those artwork creating process videos on YouTube today and so…

And in case the embedding doesn’t work:


The art is called Succubus Summoning by FPSSpectre. Apparently he has a site on Myspace that you can see here.

It’s a lovely piece of Succubus art and I hope that he might do more soon!


Jan 08 2010

Pondering the next Succubi Manip…

I’m getting  closer to reaching another milestone on the Collective and so, I’m pondering the image and manip for that…

This might be part of it, but I’m still pondering it…

All sorts of things that I will have to change and play with on this image…

Starting with that background, that just does nothing for me at all…

The tail is just quickly placed for the moment here, it will need some work i know…

The model herself will also be something I have to make a lot of alterations on because the overall look of the original image bothers me a lot…

Still, there is a challenge in making this look more interesting and Succubus-like…

Really hope that I can make that happen…


Jan 07 2010

Succubi Image of the Week 107

This week’s Succubus is an anime one… This of course brings the usual problem I have that I don’t know who did it…

This art does remind me of another series of Succubus art that I have seen around the web, but it is different enough that I can’t place this work with that artist’s renderings…

Should anyone have a clue of who did this art or if there is more in this series, and I really hope there is, would you please comment and let me know?

Wish she had a tail as usual… That does bring me to the question that has always been bothering me on Anime Succuby… Why is it that the majority of these works have no tails on them? The other question that links to that is, why do so many of the anime Succubi have bat wings on their heads like Morrigan Aensland of Darkstalkers?

Questions and question to ponder, but the art is wonderful…

EDIT: With thanks to a reader of the Tale named Clark…

The artist’s name is Sadakage. His webpage is called Atra Dea.
Here’s a link to the page which contains other devilgirl art.
Disclaimer:Some of his work involves hermaphrodite devilgirls and he has a couple of pics that’d be considered mild guro.

His website is at: http://atradea.x.fc2.com/


Jan 06 2010

A Succubus Pumpkin Costume…

Cinderella is a story that we all know well don’t we? I think that this outfit is trying to turn someone into a pumpkin when they are wearing it…

I mean, I just can’t see anything but a pumpkin here. All that orange shouldn’t be on a costume that is supposed to be succubish…

Come to think of it, this seems like a combination of two ideas/ One being that of a gypsy and the other some horns to make it look like it is another outfit.

What you get in this set is the lace-in-front dress, a pair of horns, the pitchfork and stockings. The shoes are not included, they don’t help anyway…

This disaster is on sale for around $30 US in the usual costume shops on the web…

I’d keep the horns, they have a little bit of cute in them, and lose the rest of this. There is no possible way that I can think of to make this better. Well, maybe dye the orange part red and use different stockings with this one…. But that isn’t going to fix all of the yuck in it…

I’ll hand out another quarter star out of five pitchforks on this one and keep looking…

So should you.


Jan 05 2010

Temptations XXXXII – The Grotto – Part X

A bit further in the meeting of the Succubi Queen and the one in search of…. what exactly?


Temptations XXXXII – The Grotto – Part X

By TeraS and Darkside

She smiled and said, “All life is worth living. The point of it is to learn something from the life you are given. Have you learned what is truly important to you or has the trial you have faced clouded that answer from you…”

She took his gloved right hand in her left and then reached her other hand towards his cheek. She paused a moment before touching him and asked, “May I touch you for a moment? I will not take from you in anyway but the sensations of touching you…”

She tilted her head in that strange yet comforting way that she did when she was concerned… Truly concerned about another,  and then waited for him to decide if he was willing to allow the touch or if he would pull away…

“Not all life. Not all life at all.” I shook my head. “As to your second question, well, I don’t get it.”My first instinct was to recoil, but I forced myself to relax. “I don’t see why not, I’m not superficially different than anyone else, though.”

Tera’s fingertips were soft on his cheek. A brush of butterflies as she traced over his features. She closed her eyes as she traced over his jaw line and then over his lips. She trailed over his other cheek and then across his forehead. There was an instant of… Acceptance? Understanding? Realism? It was difficult to say and then it disappeared from her face. She drew her fingers away and said, “I see. Superficially that is true…. But it’s what’s inside that counts the most doesn’t it?”

She leaned back slightly and said, “For example, most that see me assume that I am a Demon. That I am evil and nothing else. I am far more than they understand. I am not a Demon. They have no soul. No heart. I have. I am Succubi. I am the heart and soul of them all. I have my own rules and my own path to follow. The light does not know what to do with me and then darkness wishes that I was truly dark in every way.

She regarded him, “For example, the darkness would prefer that the book not be yours. The light wants that as well. One wants you gone, the other wants to claim you. And I stand in between as the tipping point.” She picked up the book and then flipped through the pages until she held it open at  a specific page. She looked at him and said, “Once you have that which you need. What are your plans then?”

“I plan to go back to my life. Like the guys who win the lottery and got back to work. They stay sane.

“While there are… elements of both sides who would not prefer a full-fledged Shadowmancer wandering around, I’m not a threat to either of them. I don’t draw power from demons or Voidwalkers, but directly from the Void itself, so I don’t have to join their eternal war.” I shrugged, “That’s why the darkness wants me consumed, because I won’t play. The light wants me gone because I might play. That’s kinda funny.”

“The universe seems old enough to take care of itself.” I laughed. “That’s far too much power for any one person to have, and I’m not a god. That is for certain.” “Heh. I had it for awhile, but then I needed to find that book. Having a different form doesn’t have to make a different person, you know.” “I saw the huge number of skeletons in the temple. And this isn’t the first spellbook I’ve found, either. The worst that can happen is going to happen anyway, after all, so what do I have to lose?” I opened the Index, found the spell I needed, and started reading.

The spell words on the page were masked by a text…

Birth, life and death, three potent words, What is it that they spell?
Our entrance in, our life upon, Our exit and our knell.

Is that, then, all that is compris’d Within those words so said?
And doth the span of passing scene Cry “Finish’d” when we’re dead?

If such be all, alas for us! Poor creatures of an hour,
That bloom unseen, that die forgot, Like passing of a shower.

Our days but few, our cares so great, And pass’d in toil and strife;
Our life a span, under a ban – No blessing, then, is life.

But if the moment of our birth – As we believe it be –
Is not just entrance upon earth, But immortality;

Then toil and care and meagre fare,While on the earth we stand,
Is but precursor, but the path That leads to other land.

Then sound of knell doth only tell Of life begun for aye-
That perfect life, sans care and strife, In the eternal day.

Tera simply sat there and watched to see if the words would make him stop and then think…


Think, pause, consider, then act…

The order matters…