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By Eli...I've sold my soul to the Hell Goddess. The days of old are resurfacing. A while ago I met this youngster who reminded me of myself when I was about his age. His name is Lo and he's a slave to a brothel just like I used to be. Why I involved myself in his situation is still unclear to me and I'm tired of trying to reason it out. I know the feeling of being subjected to harsh treatment, abuse, starvation, unkindness, hostility. It's all a rather sick, twisted nostalgia for me. Nevertheless, I made a deal with his boss. Since I could not purchase him directly, I was granted a week to "test run" my skills. I must bring in twice Lotan's profits for the trial week and if I succeed, Lotan will go free. If I fail, then he and I are an addition to Urmiv's establishment. It's been many suns since I've had to sleep with anyone for a personal gain or as an obligation. When I was a child I learned to subtley manipulate those to my will while remaining detached from the situation. Let's hope I can recall that allure and sexual appeal to these "customers" now that I am a man. His fate rests in my hands. I have only one fear of this, however. What will Echo think of me? It's best he not know, for I couldn't take standing in shame under his intense emerald eyes. Never. May he and Eli forgive me for my sins. I am a child of filth and darkness; I am born from dirt and I return to dirt. The Omen Child shall not sully Echo's perfection with kisses and caresses, nor shall I break his heart. The best method of showing my love for him is not showing it at all...for all those close to me meet with grief, lonliness, death. *dei iia-mae qai-lae-se-ae-qai-nae dei-nae aela-lae-xui *Phrase in Amaranthian tongue |
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discontent.