Return to where you were defiled

If you are here to confront the darkness inside you, the obvious place to go is where your master daemon stole your purity. You visualize the laundry room where the imp had his way with you and walk through the nearest open door. The dream bends around you and you find yourself in the wash basins in the damp room illuminated only by a single lantern.

You remember this scene all too well. The imp was hiding in the chimney, you pulled it out, and then attempted to smite the daemon with the power of your goddess. It was the last time you distinctly remember feeling her power flowing through you, and it wasn't enough. The monster had some sort of protective ward, and its sting sealed your fate.

Thinking back on it now, you can't help but to burn with resentment. You carried on with a mission for your goddess even though she abandoned you, but you hadn't lost your faith in her... it was her divine power that failed you in your time of need, yet you are the one who has been punished.

"What's wrong, my love? Having a bad dream?" The creature that steps out from the shadows to confront you is not the imp from the laundry, but the magnificent daemon that ravished your dreams the previous night.

Your heart skips a beat. You want to smite this foul thing, but part of you has a hard time remembering that the creature standing before you is indeed a daemon. That part of you wants desperately to feel its thick cock thrusting up inside you...

"You're doing this to me somehow, aren't you?" You draw your holy sword. It's weight is a comfort in your hands, but the lust you feel for him won't be dispelled so easily.

He grins and begins to slowly circle around you, standing well beyond your reach. "Directly? No, but my influence has been making you truer to yourself as of late."

You stifle a laugh, though you remain on guard, tracking the daemon's path through the room. "There's nothing true about toying with my desires!"

"Aha, there you have it! Perhaps I toy, tease, or even manipulate, but they are YOUR desires, Sabine my love, and I would have no means to affect you whatsoever if part of you did not enjoy how it felt."

"Clever. Twist my words however it may please you, but my body was violated under duress..."

"You're arguing with the wrong person, my love. If your goddess cut you off for something I **** you to do, isn't she the one you should have words with?"

The daemon's words are a trick, a blasphemy of the gravest sort, and yet they pierce straight to your heart. You can't even find a retort - it was the same argument you were having with yourself before he appeared, and you hadn't managed to reconcile the loss then either.

This route isn't getting you anywhere. You need a plan of attack, but you don't know enough about your enemy. "You're not the same imp that **** me in the laundry, but I recognize you from my dreams. Who... what are you?"

The creature shrugged and continued pacing. Its stride was relaxed, even casual, but the creature never lowered his guard. "Daemons are aren't confined by form the same way that mortals are. I am the same being that marked you, but that foul imp ceased to exist when I assumed the seed that took root in your belly. Though of the same mind, I am something new, and I have have inherited much from you... your beauty, your strength, your cunning... We share the most intimate bond. I am your master, and you are my mother." At these last words, he pointed to your stomach. The armor you fashioned for yourself in your dream is gone, you're nude once more, and the rune signifying this daemon as your master burns hot and brightly once more.

Your desire for this creature intensifies along with the glow of the rune upon your skin. You long for your master to dominate you, but you also know that this is the failure Indra warned you about. Submitting to the daemon here would seal your fate as his **** forever. You remember the sword of Saint Magdalena in your hands and tighten your grip. You're not sure how you will proceed - if what he says is true, then he is at least your equal in combat - but before you can even visualize your attack, the daemon's words drift into your ear once more.

"I would never betray you, Sabine, not like your false goddess. She cast you out because of HER failure, but I would never abandon my own. You are mine, and I am yours, forever..."

The honeyed words shake your resolve. You're not sure what to do anymore...