Petty , and Philosophical Questions with a Demon

My daily alarm blared as I went to grab the pad laying by my bed. My eyes were still very tired. I hate having to wake up early. There is not even light outside at this time and I have to be up. Luckily the trip to school was not that far. Getting up I at least have my Daily reward to look forward to. I wonder what the wheels of fortune will bless me with this time.

Demonized Hair | 25cc | +8c
You gain perfect hair.
Increases desire buildup of others that touch it. Modify hue, tone, length, curl, and other effects in the collection editor.
Total cc: 75(+50)
Your Corruption: 396(+8)

When I received the gift my messy hair became perfectly messy. It was hard to describe, there was no fizziness, or greasiness from sweating in my sleep and my hair fell where it naturally parted. It was cool, at least it will save me time not having to worry about my hair everyday. Wait…I can also modify it in the editor too. Nevermind, this is actually a huge money saver, no need to use expensive products or dyes when magic apparently solves all my hair needs. I settled on dying my tips, a glowing cyan. Looking in the mirror it looked cool as fuck. Actually why not complete the look and go with an all black outfit, and put on some dark eyeshadow, with a cyan eyeliner but only across the lower lid in a thick line. After the fit was checked I took one last look at my phone before going to head out of my room.

Donna Foxwood
Corruption: 20(+15)
Lust: ?
Trust: 100(+5)
Desire: 24(+10)
Fate Foxwood
Corruption: 71
Lust: ?
Trust: 100
Desire: 65
Kinks: Puppy play, Knots, Breeding, ****

So Donna most likely did watch at least one of the videos. I wonder why she seemed to get more corruption than Fate did from that? Maybe because she wasn’t just wanting one of the siblings, but two? I don’t know but I think I sometimes overanalyze how this works. All that matters is that numbers are going up. Like the stock market…numbers have to go up. Good. Numbers going down. Bad. What do the numbers really mean? I have no idea if I am really honest. Anyway it’s all towards Donna achieving her goals. Now that I think of it, a bartender with magic demon powers could probably collect a lot of tips . But I should ask her what her angle is in all this. And what Fate wants to do when she gets to level one.

When I finally managed to pull myself out of my bedroom, mainly by my need to go to the bathroom. After brushing my teeth I went into the kitchen to try and find something to scrunge into my mouth before leaving for school. Unlike the weekends breakfast on a weekday in this house is free for all. Everyone is just trying to make something or eat something quick so they can start their day. I didn’t prep anything the night before, so I just made myself a quick sandwich to eat, put in the toaster oven as I started to brew some coffee on the stove. Since unlike everyone else in the house I don’t really like having cold brew most mornings I want my coffee hot, and a hot meal. So I spend a little extra time.

By the time me and Fate were done with breakfast, and putting the dishes in the dishwasher we were both rushing out the door so we made our bus to school. No one in the family had a vehicle so if we missed the bus, we would be at least a half an hour late. Getting on the bus was a rush of relief. It was a public bus, but most of the people on this one were other students from our highschool, Gomorrah Public. Lately Fate would sit with a friend of hers, Megan, but she sat next to me. Megan also seemed to be trying to rush some math homework she forgot to do anyway. So it was a good opportunity to catch up on what was going on. I told her about the progress with Donna, and she told me of a place we can meet after school for some privacy. She said a close friend of hers had a place they could stay to get some privacy.

Sitting in class and listening to the lectures, working through math problems, writing essays, etc was the first time I really noticed how much more wrinkly my brain has gotten after upgrading intelligence a few times. Things were just making more sense more quickly. Too bad I am already halfway into my senior year, so my college prospects aren’t going to change. If only I had gotten the app before I took my college placement tests. Honestly I was finding myself getting bored in class more often when we stayed on something that I already felt I got the idea of. I used this boredom to practice some light ****, I would cast arousal spells on mean kids in class, I made their stylus fall off their desk, I even figured out a way to make their underwear grow smaller. How’s it feeling now Ryan! Getting a wedgie in the middle of math class, and you can’t even say anything about it. I was messing with him so much he had to excuse himself to the bathroom, looking all confused. It took a lot of self control to not start busting out laughing at his expense.

Big Brain time. If I want someone to take off their jacket, I get close enough to enchant it with slight warming so they get too hot and take it off. Now Ms. Camiletto is just wearing a button down and no suit jacket. Hmm I could probably take it a step further by enchanting her bra or shirt with warmth to make her sweat and turn the white button down see through but that would be too cruel. Ms. Cameleto was actually nice. And unfortunately due to gossip of mainly schoolboys only ever wears skirts as she got wind of her nickname, “Ms. Camel-toe”. Young female teachers in highschool have it bad. So many horny boys you have to deal with. And admittedly I just became one, but I wanted to test how subtle my enchants can be, especially on someone who has a desire to dress as modestly as possible. I never seen her wear a blouse or anything that showed cleavage, or ever showed her bare legs, she always wears dark stockings with her skirts.

I did get some compliments on my hair, but most didn’t notice that my face cleared up too. But I guess that is to be expected. No one really cares about me that much, except for my family. Even my friends that I talked to everyday at school didn’t notice. Or maybe I am thinking too much into it. We still joked around the same as always. But outside of school we never talk, or do anything. Or am I just spending way too much time in my head? But if that is the case why is being in my head such a bad thing all the time? Why can’t I be happy by myself? Is any of this really making me happy? Or is it all just a distraction for me to ignore my broken psyche.

And if there are demons in my phone and in my head. Is there even a god? Are they even still around? Do they even care? Could I really believe in god that is wholly good without it feeling like childish naivete in a world where everyone that can exploit someone does and those that don’t always get exploited.

“Maeva…What is the goal of all of this? What are we really doing together?” I asked.

“You're asking some deep questions Fyn. The goal is to have all the people in all the worlds in all the universes rejoice in the ecstasy of living,” She said.

“What does that even mean?” I thought inside my head.

“To have everyone lose their inhibitions and learn to love and lust each other and themselves. Ritual Ecstasy…is a path to many things, or many different paths to similar things. To feel true ecstasy is to feel transported out of your body and lose yourself in the moment with others, have your souls touch and meld together,” She said, making me even more confused.

“But why am I still not able to be by myself. Ascetics give up things like that and they are at peace are they not?” I said.

“Is happiness really giving up things that make you happy? Giving up food? Giving up attachments to others? Is that really happiness?” She said,

“I guess it’s not,” I thought.

“How are all the world's people going to rejoice together if they don’t make attachments to others. The goal is an orgy eternal. Where all the world's souls come together to form an orgasmic sea that stretches on everlasting across all space and time,” Maeva explained.

“And that would be a good thing?” I asked.

“Who’s to say what is good or bad. People would be happier than they are now. Especially in this world,” Maeva said confidently.

“I guess that is true. But that isn’t saying much. But I do know one thing. I do want to be with people, and those short couple times with Fate was like nothing else I ever felt. So maybe your own to something,” I said thinking deeply.

“You have the option to fulfill all your carnal desires. Make the others around you feel happy. Even for a short time. Is that not a good thing to you?” Maeva asked.

“I guess not inherently. As long as it’s not at the expense of someone else,” I said. Realizing now how my subtle petty vengeance really didn’t make me feel much better. Even if deserved after it all I am still left unsatisfied.

“Right,” Maeva replied simply.

“Ahura Mazda…? Does he really exist?” I asked.

“No, not really. There are things kinda similar to your conception of Aevas and Daevas. But there is no leader of them all. And for us “daevas” were are not really united either, but there's one that been leading us demons of lust toward our goal,”

“That makes sense. The idea that there is one higher being never really made sense to me. Since if that was the case why does the world look like it's been neglected by him,” I asked.

“Well your world especially has been neglected. Your world is far from the reach of magic. And the people have achieved many wonders despite this but only towards. But with each development there seems to be people that find out ways to exploit others. So in a way you went so far to stay right where you started,” She said.

“Funny isn’t it. So much technology, so much advancement, and most people are still fighting over table scraps of what the rich and powerful have. We're no different now then we were 2000 3000 4000 years ago,” I thought. “Maybe we do something like this orgy eternal as you call it,” I thought pensively.