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Incubus by Anon
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>be Forbidden Desire, a lowly incubus of the third rank of the House Carnal
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>be bored out of your horned skull on a Friday night
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>at least you *think* it's Friday topside, kinda hard to tell the time down here in Tartarus even without the time distortion
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>only sun and moon you have are just there to torture some thestrals, or to set the mood for the hounds' hunting grounds
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>those gals sure love ponies running from their worst nightmares, especially since they play the part of the monsters
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>Carnal Fascination is calling you to join him and his gang to go do some damage to the fresh sinners
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>fuck him though, and not in a fun way either
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>sixth son of the sixth uncle sixth removed or whatever from the current matriarch of the House my flank
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>he might be fun to be around on occasion, but there's only so much torture and debauchery a colt can do before it grows stale
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>while he's something of a sorta-kinda royalty around here, he can be a bit insufferable at times
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>…like right now, that fucking brat
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>just because you all suck up to him doesn't mean you're friends
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>it's more of a love-hate relationship, as with most things in this Harmony-forsaken place
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>what is it, gang-rape a sexual predator? not your goblet of sexual fluids
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>emaresculate a stallionizer? snooze
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>sodomize a shallow narcissistic stallion? been there, done several of them
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>vanilla sex with a deranged and depraved pervert? pass
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>twist some teats for the Tartarus of it? no thanks
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>worse still, nopony has tried summoning you this month
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>for Light Bringer's sake, a colt has needs!
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>like the need to mess with mortals!
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>fucking's good and all, but it can't replace the rush you get when you turn some sorceresses' plan for you on it's ear and make her life miserable
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>better yet, sometimes you even get to continue the party down here! talk about overachieving!
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>alas, it seems the word's getting out that deals with the devils have consequences
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>either that, or somepony prohibited demon summoning
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>kinda blows for you and the rest of the Tartarus spawn
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>guess you could always hit up the ol' reliable- hey wait a second!
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>you feel the subtle tugging of a magic spell on your being
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>you plop your rump down and strike a seductive pose
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>you're already giddy with anticipation when it pulls you from this accursed place into the realm of mortals
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"Hey sweetie~" you say in your practiced sultry manner "what is it that you desire tonight?" you make an emphasis on "desire" while trailing a foreleg down your chest, stopping just as it reached your belly, the mare's eyes don't stop there however…
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>works every time
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"Oh, it's perfectly fine to look dear, needn't be shy~" you press on
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>"H-hot…" she quickly stops herself and whips her head up to look you in the eyes
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>poor thing must've given herself a whiplash
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>"I-I m-m-mean h-hello!" a shabby little thing answers you red as a tomato, you must be her first summon
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>excellent! you love popping that demonology cherry!
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>you give her time to wrangle up her thoughts, after all the more she tells you of what she wants, the more you'll be able to twist and use against her later
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>as you wait, you take stock of the room you're in
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>books, scrolls and writing supplies litter the room, overall the whole thing has a definite feel of a college dorm
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>she appears to have a roommate, but she's nowhere to be found
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>probably because she has a life and isn't summoning demons of lust because she can't get normal dick
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>…her loss
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>"Uh… um… I-I d-desire… u-uh…"
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>a shy one huh? those always end up being the biggest degenerates
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>isolation really does a number on a pony
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>speaking of said pony, she seem to have retreated into herself, stealing glances at you now and again, blushing like a schoolfilly
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>be Gearhead
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>be in over your head, like way, way over your head
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>this was a mistake, a big, huge, potentially very costly mistake
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>you weren't even sure this ritual would work
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>your roommate Perky was sure, but then again that mare believes that bucking a machine "just right" can fix anything wrong with it
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>needless to say you took her opinion with a whole shaker of salt
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>still, despite anypony's doubts, the ritual worked and now there's a very h- a very a-attractive s-st-stallion sitting in the middle of the circle in front of you
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>you knew you were summoning a demon of lust, but oh mare, you were not prepared for this, for *him*
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>first thing he did was make you ogle him
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>his looks, the way he carries himself — they all whispered to some dark, primal part within you
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>"See something you like?" he says with a voice like honey
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>…w-when did it get so warm in here?
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>oh Celestia he's approaching!
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>…
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>DID HE JUST STEP OVER THE CIRCLE?! OH HARMONY YOU'RE SO BUCKED, YOU-
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>"Hello~o, is anypony there?" he asks, waving a hoof in front of you
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>stay still Gear, he can't see you if you're not moving
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>no, wait, that was from the movie
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"H-he-h-hel-lo…" you manage to croak out, shaking like a leaf in a storm
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>princess Celestia, princess Luna, anypony, please help…
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>"That's better, I thought you had a stroke there, blushing so hard~" teased the demon
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>a quiet little whine escapes you, much to your embarrassment
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>"So what will it be mortal?" incubus circles your sitting form and whispers in your ear "What unearthly pleasure are you seeking today?"
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>if you didn't know any better you'd swear you were born with a red coat
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>no, y-you… you can't do this, damnation aside it's just all so… overwhelming!
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>j-just say it, yeah just tell no to the demon who stepped over the circle that was supposed to hold him, surely it won't piss him off
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>just say "no"
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>…
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>WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR YOU FOOL?!
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>…
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>you can't do it, you are so doomed
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>no, wait, WAIT! this isn't how it ends for you at all!
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>you frantically look around for a clue, something to save yourself with
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>club him on the head with Percussive's "sledgehammer of fine adjustment"?
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>you can't even lift the thing, let alone swing it fast and hard enough to knock out a demon
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>your eyes fall on your "geek box" that holds your guilty pleasure — your collection of tabletop games
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>if nothing else, it will give you time to think of a better plan of how to deal with the mess you made
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>here goes nothing…
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>be Forbidden Desire again
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>be one confused incubus
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>is this some weird fetish you didn't know about?
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>possibly, although it does feel like the mare is trying to buy some time, but what for? you're right here, loin-stirringly sexy as ever
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>oh, is she trying to kill time waiting for her coltfriend to make it a threesome?
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>that's very nice of her, sharing is caring after all, and there's plenty of you to go around
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>you can get behind that, or in front, or even in them middle, wherever it is you're game
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>that is, unless you're wrong
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>guess she could be big into role-play, which the tabletop role-playing games would suggest
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>ooh, you could be a vicious demon about to defile— nah… too on-the-snoot
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>the mare puts down the rulebook and character sheets for the both of you, along with pencils, erasers, dice…
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>okay, now you're interested, just what exactly is this pony up to?
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>"…and then you add your modifiers, if the result is higher than the challenge rating, you succeed, otherwise you fail the action."
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"Seems overly simplistic."
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>"Oh no, that's just the basics of it, depending on how far off the challenge you are, things get better or worse."
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"Like, if I roll and add everything, and still get a very low number, what happens then?"
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>"You blow it big time."
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"And if it's way above the challenge?"
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>"Well, that's on the game master, but usually something good happens that you didn't expect originally."
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"Like what?"
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>"Say you're out in the wilderness and you're looking for something to eat. That would be a survival check."
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"Right."
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>"So you roll your survival-"
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"-add everything up-"
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>"-yes, and it ends up way over the challenge. In this case you'd find extra food, or something else that would be useful."
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>be Forbidden Desire few minutes later
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>it's like you're talking to a different mare
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>the moment you agreed to a small session of O&O she lit up like a wrath demon's mane when they're pissed off
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>that said, most of them have fiery manes much of their time
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>they're not exactly known for their cool demeanor, save for a few whose rage strikes fear even into the hearts of their kin whenever they do let go
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>you prefer to be well away whenever that happens, preferably on another plane of existence
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>you're fairly sure she's stalling, but at least she talks now
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>it's still not clear what she desires, but you're starting to get a weak feel for it, whatever it may be
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>and since it's too early to tell, you opt to play along, hoping to get some more information from the pony
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>a pony who, in spite of common pony politeness, still haven't told you her name, or asked for yours for that matter
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>rude, but you can understand — many a demonology grimoire author wrote nonsense about demons using somepony's true name
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>usually for something evil or otherwise nasty that they came up with
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>now that is one big pile of horseapples if there ever was one
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>but back to the present, where you're filling in a character sheet
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>it's not quite as overwhelming as the sheet itself would have you think
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>though maybe it's because you have somepony to give you a quick rundown on what's what and how it affects other things
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>pretty neat, between that and having been given an example of how to fill it out, you made a quick and dirty "build", as she called it
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>you have, however, forgot one part, mostly because you thought you'd get to it eventually
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>your alignment
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>that's when things took an unexpected turn
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"So what was that alignment stuff again?"
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>"Oh, it describes your character's worldview in broad strokes. You can think of it as a two-axis system — you got your moral axis, and your order axis."
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"Okay, so it's a little like a position on a map."
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>"That's one way to look at it, I suppose. It goes from good to evil on morality, and from order to chaos on the order axis"
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"Hmm…" you scratch your chin in thought "I guess I'll go with neutral on morality… and chaos on order."
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>"Not evil?" the mare asked, quizzically raising her eyebrow
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"Yeah, I think it fits us both."
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>this only made the pony even more curious
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>"But why? I mean, you're a demon-"
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"I'm supposed to be evil incarnate, right?" you asked with no small bit of irritation
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>the mare opened her mouth, but no response followed
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>you chuckled dryly
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"You mortals think you know everything there is to know about us, do you?"
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>she tries to say something but you cut her off
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"Well guess what, most of your so-called "knowledge" isn't worth the paper it's written on — it's all dead wrong."
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>"But…" she tries to respond, but gets drowned in your pent-up frustration
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"You know NOTHING. What am I to you? An on-call dick to summon and ride through the night?"
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>the pony blushed hard and suddenly found the floor to be of great interest
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"I mean, you haven't even bothered with something as basic as introducing yourself."
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>she shriveled up like a withered plant, still staring at the floor, no longer blushing
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>"B-but… th-the t-true n-n-name…" she manages to stammer out
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"Ah yes, the "true name" garbage, thought up by the high and mighty sorceress of Who-Gives-a-Damn right after she spent the night with one of us to cover up her complete lack of even the most basic pony decency."
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>you were angry, not wrath demon-angry, but by Mephistopheles it felt close
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>"G-G-G…" mare was shaking now, seemingly on the verge of tears
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"G-g-g-what?" you got right up in her face
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>"G-G-Gear-head. I-it's G-Gearhead."
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"Forbidden Desire, pleased to meet you." you put enough venom into your words to kill a dragon
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>it seems that was the last straw that broke the camel's back
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>Gearhead bursts into tears, stammering out apologies between her sobs
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>your own anger starts to abate, giving way to disdain and resentment
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>turning to walk back to the circle, you consider just ending this charade and returning home
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>stopping next to one of the candles forming the circle, you recount everything that happened
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>it started out normal enough, with a horny mare summoning you for a good time
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>then she seemed to have realized something and began stalling
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>it's not uncommon, many do this back-and-forth dance of indecision, usually before committing to sin
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>the few that find the resolve to refuse are taught an important lesson, you almost never see them again, down in the Tartarus
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>this one? she could neither commit to the sin, nor find the willpower to decline your offer
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>instead she stalled some more, probably working up the courage
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>and she might have succeeded, or at least caved in to her desires, had she not made that remark
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>the one that sent you into a fit of anger
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>was it warranted? probably
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>did it feel good? oh yes, it felt amazing to finally get it off your chest
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>did she deserve it? now that's where the fun stops
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>you noticed right away that she wasn't a big sinner
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>some bad deeds here and there, but nothing major, nothing worthy of punishment
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>certainly not worth being yelled at by what she assumes to be a big angry demon that can snap her in two
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>…
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>she probably thinks you're going to hurt her
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>it feels wrong, like you did something you weren't supposed to
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>contrary to your usual demeanor you feel the need to apologize, to make amends for the unjust punishment you just dished out
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>you turn and walk back
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>predictably, she is terrified of you
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>her eyes are wide with fear and she found herself cornered, with you standing between her and the only exit out of the room
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>she can't utter a syllable, but her eyes are pleading for mercy, begging you to spare this foolish pony who made a terrible mistake
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>as if you or any of your kind would ever hurt a mortal
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>rough one up? sure, if they deserve it, but taking a life is beyond forbidden
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>even the most foolish and rebellious of demons abide by this rule
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>nopony was foolish enough to break it, even though nopony knew *exactly* what the punishment would be for it
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>but even the ones who questioned the rules have stopped themselves short of breaking it
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>you shake your head
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>this terrified little pony knows none of it
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>everything she could have heard came from the wicked and the depraved, hardly a credible source
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>even the things they learned would be twisted to make them look "tough"
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>a sorceress that can conjure and control demons
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>a wizard that gained her power by making deals with the denizens of the underworld
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>slowly, your disdain and resentment give way to the simple pity
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>foolish mortals
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>you make up your own stories about things that are too big for you to understand
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>then you proceed to share those stories over the campfire
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>you make them wilder and scarier in and effort to one-up each other
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>to show how tough you are, how brave you are
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>to justify the things you did, even though deep down you know what you did was wrong
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>it's like nothing has really changed over all these millennia…
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>but enough reminiscing, you made a mistake and now you must fix it…
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>you look at the crying pony in front of you
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>…somehow
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"H-hey…" you start, but words catch in your throat as you see Gear shaking even more at your approach
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"…Look, I'm not going to hurt you or anything. We are actually forbidden from killing mortals."
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>you wait a few seconds to let that statement sink in
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"Nopony even knows why, it's just one of these weird unspoken rules that everypony just obeys."
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>she may not be in the right state to comprehend it all, but she might catch on to the important parts
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>it seems to be working, as Gear's shaking is now less intense
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"I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. You didn't deserve it, heck, you weren't even the cause of my anger, in all honesty."
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"It's just that your comment… well… I… I guess I had it on my mind for a long time, and you just happened to say the wrong thing at the wrong time."
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"What I'm trying to say is, I shouldn't have snapped at you, it was wrong of me. I am sorry."
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>the mare grew very still, the shaking have all but stopped
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"I'm sorry." you repeated, a little louder this time in case she didn't quite catch it
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>Gearhead slowly raised herself off the floor, her uncertainty and trepidation evident in her shaky legs
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>she looked at you with eyes still full of fear, but it wasn't as paralyzing as it was moments before
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>as you watch, you have an idea — as big a blunder as this evening was, it was still an opportunity to perhaps set the record straight
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>unlikely as it is to get as wide a recognition as the horror stories told by the other "clients", it could be a small step in the right direction
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>you sat down, doing your best to look as non-threatening as possible
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"Would you be interested in hearing the real story?"
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>you were about to continue when you hear her raspy reply
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>"Th-the real s-story?" she whispered, her voice has yet to return after the crying
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"Yes, not the distorted ramblings of madmares drunk with power, but how things *really* work down there." you continue
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"That is," you pause, raising a hoof to your chest "if you would believe a word of a demon like myself."
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>the pony sat up straight and nodded slowly, which you took as a sign of acquiescence
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"I'll start with what angered me so." you try to sound gentle, but the mare still shrinks away at this
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"Despite whatever you've been told, or what you may have read about us,"
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>you make a pause, partly to for dramatic effect, and partly to gauge her reaction
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"-we are not actually evil." to your annoyance, you're met with confusion and some disbelief
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"You don't believe me." Gear's gaze falls to the floor once again
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"It's alright, I wouldn't either, not right away."
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"After all the stuff that's been said about us it comes as no surprise."
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>she nods, still looking down and avoiding looking at you
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"The truth is, we are beings created out of the sins of you mortals. Your greed, your envy, your-"
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>"Lust…" she adds quietly
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"Yes, all those sins flow down into the underworld, where they congeal into what might resemble a soul."
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"Each of us start out like this — just a tiny ember, one among many burning under the great sooty domes, it looks almost like your night sky."
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>"Must be pretty…" says Gear, seemingly lost in her own imagination, before remembering her situation and shrinking back again
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"It is, but for those newborn it is a fight for their lives, a contest of who can absorb more sin, consuming each other in a desperate race to grow too big, too heavy."
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"The survivors sink down, the little ember have singe grown into a flame. And as they descend, the stuff of Tartarus coalesces into a body around that fire."
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>"Is that… how the d-demons are born?"
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>you nod
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"We aren't born out of pure evil or some other "darkness", we are born out of your own wrongdoings, your own guilt."
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>"Guilt?" the mare asks with uncertainty
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"Indeed. You may think you're okay with what you've done, that you've found a loophole, a… justification." you savor the last word
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"But it makes no difference to your soul. You can fool others, but you sure cannot fool yourself."
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"It's the question that befuddled generations — what happens after a pony dies?"
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>you take a good look at Gearhead, who is listening with rapt attention to everything you say
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>though she does react negatively to something or other, for the most part her curiosity helps her recover
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"Well, if you've been a naughty pony, you sink to the underworld, weighed down by the guilt you feel for the bad things you did."
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"You see my little mortal, we don't drag you down, nopony is sending you to Tartarus — you send yourself there, all of it is entirely on you."
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"And there is a section of Tartarus, where all the bad ponies go to."
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"Each and every one of you find your place there, your own personal jail cell, where you relive these moments that you feel guilty for."
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"And you keep doing it over and over, over and over, reliving those moments, changing them so that you receive the punishment you feel you deserve."
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>"But where… where do you come into this?"
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"Why, in most of those loops there are other beings, from the ponies you hurt, to the monsters chasing you."
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"And since each of us is attuned to a specific sin, we all have our… "specialties", the roles that we excel in."
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>"And what is your role?"
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"The coworker that seduces you, then ruins your reputation. Your husband, the love of your life who abandons you for a younger mare…"
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"You mortals find so many ways to hurt one another, and just as many to hurt yourselves."
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>"This is… cruel."
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"Perhaps. But I'll let you in on a little secret: we are just actors, that's all we do"
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"We take no part in who stays and who goes — we simply provide you with the means to punish yourselves."
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"You are in a cell yes, but the doors aren't locked. You can leave at any time… but you won't."
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"That's because you *choose* to stay there, to punish yourself until you feel you no longer deserve it."
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>Gear's eyes are wide with surprise
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"Never read about that one, have you?"
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>she shakes her head
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>"N-no."
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"That's because most of the ponies that summon us don't care for such fine details."
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"They just want a one night stand with an incubus, or to destroy their enemies with one of the wrath demons-"
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"-or else they covet somepony else's shiny thing and call upon the avaricious ones to get it for them."
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"They think of us as their own personal djinni — granting their wishes, and they are right, to an extent…"
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>you smirk, memories of all those sinners whose wishes you twisted around come to mind
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"Any such "wish" is born out of sin, out of desire to have something even though you know you shouldn't."
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"So we grant your wish, and along with it we provide you with a little of that punishment that you deserve."
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"This is how the stories about the deal with the devil started."
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"And as usual, the punishments were exaggerated with every retelling of that story."
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>"S-so, you don't take a pony's s-soul?"
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>you laugh, those mortals and their imagination
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"Of course not. But I can guarantee you that this is how whoever thought of this felt after we granted them their wish."
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"We'll do your bidding, up to a point, but we're going to make you aware of your sin and it's not going to be pleasant."
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>Gear swallows nervously
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>"W-what do you do wh-when somepony s-summons you, b-but then b-b-backs o-out?"
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"Hmm…" you make an effort to appear to be deep in thought
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"Nothing." you answer after a sufficiently long dramatic pause
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>"…what?" she blinks owlishly a few times before vocalizing her disbelief
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"We do nothing."
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>"B-but… a-aren't you a-angry about being s-summoned?"
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"It is what it is." you shrug "We're not angry when you back out."
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"If anything, and don't tell anypony I said that, but we're actually a little happy when you resist the temptation."
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>"That… does not make any sense."
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"We are punishers by nature, but we strive to help souls cleanse and purify themselves before their journey."
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"So when you refuse to give in to your desires, your soul remains unblemished, perhaps even purified a little."
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"It is especially true if it comes at a great personal cost, when you deny yourself that which you desire most because taking it would be wrong."
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>"I… I don't think I understand."
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"Alright, imagine if your mother left the family."
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>"I don't have to…" she mumbles, looking away
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"You miss her, miss how happy you were all together, so you come up with a plan."
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"In your despair, you call upon the incubi like myself to take form of your father and seduce your mother, in hopes that it will bring her back."
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"But them imagine you follow her to her new family. You see foals like yourself run to greet her, see their happy smiles."
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"If your plan succeeds, they're going suffer the same pain you felt when your mother left you."
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"Abandon the plan, and your mother will stay with her new family, never to return."
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"The choice is yours — do you *take* what you desire and let other suffer for it, or do you sacrifice your own happiness to let others keep theirs?"
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"By choosing the latter you accept and deal with your loss, all the while learning a valuable lesson — that your happiness cannot come at the expense of others."
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"In doing this, in enduring this pain your soul is cleansed and purified, like clearing away the weeds, so that the virtues may grow in their place."
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>"And if I choose to go through with it I will always blame myself for hurting those foals?"
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"Precisely. And we would make sure that you will see them hurting, so that you will always see them crying every time you look at your mother."
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>Gear shakes her head
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>"All this is so messed-up."
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"A little, but somepony has to do it."
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>"But why?"
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"So you'd know better and, maybe, so you'd learn your lesson, the hard way if necessary."
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>be a very confused Gearhead
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>this is a lot to take in
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>it goes against just about everything you know about Desire and his kind
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>to your own shock you're starting to think about them as not really evil
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>not even a necessary evil, but rather something… of neutral alignment, probably chaotic
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>…wait, hold on, did you just use O&O alignment system to categorize somepony real?
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>…you gonna die a virgin Gear
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>still, they may not be evil, but their methods can be a bit… mean
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>you suppose this is what it takes to get the message across to some ponies
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"What's it like down there?" you ask after a pause
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>"Not as dark as you'd imagine. Between magic lanterns, glowing insects, and the occasional wrath demon with mane on fire it's comfortably dim."
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>"There are parties everywhere, everypony is always down for some form of revelry."
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>"The legendary debauchery of demonkind is no exaggeration."
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"That sounds fun, but is that all there is?"
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>"Well, there's the partying, the torturing of guilty souls, and then we occasionally get summoned to the realm of mortals to mess with them."
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>"We try to enjoy every day as if it is our last, because one day it will be."
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"You seem to be awfully calm about it, is that because you know what's gonna happen and where you would go?"
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>"Nah, it's because we know that there's nothing waiting for us on the "other side"."
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"You mean, like, you're reborn in Tartarus or something?"
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>"No, I mean we don't go anywhere, we just… cease to be. The fire goes out."
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"B-but what about the afterlife?"
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>"An afterlife is a luxury reserved for those with souls."
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"You… don't have a soul? B-but you said—"
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>"I said it *resembled* a soul, it's subtle but it makes a world of difference."
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"Wait, are you alive or…" you trail off
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>"I think I am." he shrugged, seemingly without a care in the world
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>"Sure, it's not a particularly pleasant thought, but there's nothing any of us can do about it."
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>"So we just take it as it is and try to enjoy our time, however long it lasts."
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"That sounds… sad."
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>he chuckles
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>"It is what it is." he smiles at you "If it's any consolation, we tend to stick around for a while."
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>"At least I haven't heard of a demon dying of old age."
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"But when you… die?.."
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>"Yep, once it's over — it's over. Forbidden Desire is signing off."
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>all of a sudden you feel your lower lip trembling
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>Gear no!
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>you are NOT going to embarrass yourself in front of a stallion
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>you did NOT just launch yourself at him like some crazy rapist
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>y-you are not c-crying on his shoulder like some little foal
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>be the infamous incubus again
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>well that's a first
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>usually some of them start crying *after* you've done the deed
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>it's usually regret or some self-loathing nonsense too
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>but this?
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>this is… different
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>she's feeling sorry
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>…for you
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>silly mortal
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>you've been fine with your lot for longer than she lived
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>m-maybe not by *that* much…
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>it still feels good though, to have somepony care about you
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>…but not when they're crying, let alone because of you!
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>you return the hug in earnest, gently rubbing the mare's back
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"There there, it's all right."
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>"No it's not!" she cried out, following it with a sob
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"Okay, it's not. I won't pretend, it does hurt a little bit, knowing that wherever it is you mortals go after your stay in Tartarus, that there's no place for any of us."
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"But that's why we make the best of our time while we live!"
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>you feel yourself squeezed tighter
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