"There is a little bit more in the bottle, My Lord, you need to finish this."
I hiss, and turn my head to the side, annoyed. The light from the fireplace feels really annoying. As does the chair. And the table. Everything feels so annoying. And large. Like they belong to a giant. I realise that I am not in fact sitting on the chair, but on someone's lap.
A woman's lap.
As if I am a baby.
"My Lord," says a feminine voice, directly above me. She is cruel and sharp, like an unsheathed knife. "You need this. Until it is time for the ritual, you need to constantly—"
"Do not dare tell me what I should or should not do," I snarl. My voice comes out high-pitched, and cold and I wonder why I am feeling so angry. Something thick and soft hits my head, and I look up, and find her blouse-covered breasts right above me.
Unable to help myself, I flick a finger downwards.
The woman shrieks, as her blouse is torn apart. her body bends, her spine curved by an invisible arm, dropping her naked breasts directly over my face.
I grab one of her tits with my tiny hands and bite on them as hard as my baby teeth could afford to.
"My— my lord—" The woman whimpers.
"Do not question," I hiss, feeling a maelstrom of rage burn through me. Why did I just do that? What is happening to me? I did not want to do this, yet the desire to do so was overwhelming. Like being unable to do so would kill me.
Why?
I idly dwell on the subject as I bite and suck on her breasts, while she moans and whimpers in a mix of pain and ecstasy. Touching her breasts and sucking on them brings with it a strange familiarity, like I had done it many, many times before. But when? Sacrificing my ability to feel and give sexual pleasure was one of the first things I had sacrificed on the altar of necromancy. It was one of the many steps to my apotheosis. Even biting her breasts brings me nothing but the weird taste of human flesh, and my teeth aren't sharp to draw blood. At least that contained magic, even one as vile and twisted as a Carrow.
"My Lord —" the blasted rat says.
I let go of the fleshy breast and flick a finger, and my wand comes spinning into my hand.
"CRUCIO!"
Pettigrew drops down to the ground, screaming. The curse lasts for just two seconds before I release it, but the rat's agony will last far longer. From somewhere beneath my feet, a soft yet deep and resonant hissing sound emanates. My snake, my precious little thing, just registered its amusement. Out of all my followers, she is my favourite. A part of me. And in time, when I will have a complete body, she will be rewarded with a body of her own.
My Nagini.
"Milk her," I command them, idly grabbing the woman's tit and scratching it with my baby hands. "You botched the ritual, Wormtail. These impulses… they are strange and bewildering and ensnare my senses. My body rejects it, and yet, my mind wants it. This is… troubling."
"My Lord," says a soft, silky voice that I know very well. I turn my neck again.
"Speak."
"Perhaps we should look for a different body?" asks Lucius. "It isn't difficult to get wizard-borns. If you want…"
"No," I hiss back. "I needed a certain metaphysical mass that fit in the astronomical conditions. Aquarius. Born during the Witching Hour. Born to a mother that succumbed at childbirth. This body… is perfect."
"But my Lord, this has been repeating at an alarming frequency. Matilda Jugson perished from your bite. The venom in your body…."
Annoyance rises in me. The desire to cruciate the slippery man is overwhelming. My fingers twitch.
I barely control myself.
"Are you telling me that Jugson's girl's pathetic life was more important than serving me?"
"No, no, my Lord. It's just that she was a loyal Death Eater, and we need someone to tend you, until the ritual is over. If the effects keep persisting…"
My fingers twitch again. I hate to agree with him. But Lucius has a point.
"There are always muggles, my Lord. They —"
I shake my head. Exhaustion is overwhelming me. This wretched existence is just….
"Muggles will not do," I tell him. "I need someone magical. Bring me mudbloods. Or halfbloods. Women from the blood traitor clans if you must."
"I — I will arrange for it, My Lord. You can trust me with it."
Trust? I laugh at his empty placates. Honestly, that Lucius is even here is surprising. The man has grown quite formidable in my absence. I had expected him to avoid me until my resurrection.
But I cannot, will not trust him.
Trust gets you killed.
"My Lord," says Malfoy. "I request you at least consent on leaving this place. My manor is most warded. My wife can personally attend you. Back in Britain, it will be easy to manage this… situation."
"No," I coldly hiss. "We will stay here for another two weeks. And then we will shift to a different location. I shall not return to British shores until I have my form back."
"But my Lord, I do not understand. Why must we wait —"
"Fool. At this very moment, you have witches and wizards pouring into Britain from all over the world. Every meddler from the Ministry of Magic will be on duty, checking for unusual activity and double-checking identities. They will be obsessed with security, lest something go wrong. So we wait."
It was partly a lie. The truth is, I cannot trust him. Or the others. Until then, I must stay here, where the wards are under my command.
"You're right," said Malfoy. There is a slight drawl in his voice. He does not trust my word. "The Quidditch World Cup is in a week. It will be an ideal hunting ground for your needs."
I smile. "Yes. It will. Prove your worth, Malfoy. Gather our old friends. Summon the faithful to their master's call."
"And.. Potter?" asked Malfoy.
Potter. An intense migraine threatens to overwhelm me. Just thinking about Potter makes me feel nauseous. Wait, Potter, isn't that my name? Or is it—
"My Lord?"
I blink. That was strange. "Potter is… integral to our plans. All we will need to succeed is a little courage from dear Wormtail here. Unless he finds that in him, he will face the full extent of Lord Voldemort's —"
Voldemort? I pause. I am… Voldemort? Or am I —
I hauled myself out of the dream and sat up in bed, shaking and sweating, with my instincts keyed up for danger and certain that I was alone in bed.
My instincts were half-right.
The room was brightly lit up, with Hestia's face looming over me. She was still blissfully naked, as was course for her given I fucked her before sleep. Her hairs were sprawled all over her face and she looked utterly concerned.
"Hey!" She half-whispered. "I heard you groaning. Are you all right?"
I rubbed at my eyes with one hand.
And then it hit me.
I had just dreamt of Voldemort! It was the start of the fourth year, right before the Quidditch World Cup! Just like canon, I had dreamt of Voldemort and Nagini and Pettigrew and that damned muggle. I knew what they'd talk about, but then why the fuck did it feel like this dream was different?
The worst part? I was beginning to forget it already!
Librarian of Knowledge perk worked on memories that were actively made while being conscious. It did jackshit about dreams and nightmares. And I knew, I fucking knew that I had known about some very important things that I'd be damned if I fucking forgot it.
"You've got a fever," she said, putting her hand over my temples. "How? You were just… never mind, sit tight for a moment, I'll get a draught—"
I grabbed her before she could get away, and searched her face. "Hestia!" I said evenly. "Can you— can you do legilimency?"
"I— what?"
"Legilimency," I repeated. I must have been looking like a crazed loon. "Mind-reading. Can you do it?"
"I know what Legilimency is. But no I can't."
"Do you know anyone that can?"
"Harry, you've a fever. Fever dreams are always the worst. I'll get you a calming draught!"
"A calming draught won't fucking help me!" I snapped. Looking at her all confused and conflicted only served to anger me. I got off the bed, grabbed my hair and shut my eyes, muttering obscenities under my breath as I tried hard to remember everything that had happened. Hestia was useless, and I didn't have a single perk that could help me with Legilimency. I needed to get in touch with someone that could help me.
But whom? Narcissa came to mind.
But could she do it? I knew she was a decent enough Occlumens, but a Legilimens? I doubt it. And if she was, either she didn't have enough confidence to try surface legilimency with me, or she was too good for me to even notice her intrusions. Either way, she was in Malfoy Manor, and there was no way I could just Floo-call her.
Too many risks.
I thought of Amelia next. The DMLE Director had fortified herself with advanced Occlumency. It would be a surprise if she didn't have at least some skill on Legilimency. And even if she didn't, she'd know someone in the Ministry that she could trust and who could get the memory of this dream out before I forgot the details completely.
I grabbed a shirt and rushed out of the door to the fireplace in the drawing room.
"Bones Manor!" I yelled into the Floo. "Bones Manor! Let Me Through!"
The flames remained green, and nothing happened.
Damnit! The urge to break something overwhelmed me and I kicked the table next to me hard. It shattered to pieces.
"Harry!" Hestia shrieked, grabbing me from behind. "Harry! You're scaring me! What's wrong with you? Why do you need—"
"Because," I spun around and grabbed her arms. "I fucking saw Voldemort planning something. I — we're connected. Because of this scar. And I'll be fucking damned if I forgot what it was. So either get me a fucking legilimens or stay out of my fucking way!"
Hestia opened her mouth to speak, but then shut it, as recognition hit her eyes. "I — Wait a minute. I know someone that can help."
"Can they be trusted?"
She hesitated for a moment. "...Yes. She can." She gave me a searching look. "Get some pants on. I'm calling her. She can legilimize your mind and extract your dreams before you lose them. You just… try to stay calm, alright? I'll call Hermione! I—"
There was a knock on the door, before it swung wide open, and Hermione stepped in, wearing a long shirt and nothing else.
"I heard voices," she said, panting. "So I came. Is everything all right?"
Me and Hestia looked at each other.
"You go," I said, "I'll tell her everything."
One vial of fever potion and two drops of calming draught later, I was sitting in the drawing room, with Hermione standing behind me and massaging my temples. The hysteria within me had all but abated, and it was easier to focus now. Hestia, true to her word, had brought in an acquaintance, a thirty-something woman that I had never met before in my life. Even with all the things going on in my head, I couldn't help but register the way her long, brown hair was tied up in a ponytail, showing off her immaculate bone structure. High cheekbones, defined jawline, slender nose, and plump lips. It didn't hurt that she wore skin-fitting robes that showed off her long muscular legs and tight arse.
"Harry Potter, meet Lady Emmeline Vance," introduced Hestia. "Emmeline, this is Harry Potter."
It took me everything to maintain my composure and not react to the name.
"Emmeline is the Head of the Obliviator Office at the Ministry of Magic," said Hestia.
I blinked and looked at Hestia who was giving me a meaningful look. Yes, her stare said, she's a member of the Order of the Phoenix and that's how I know her. Now don't ask stupid questions and get your shit together.
You and I are going to sit and talk about this, my own stare answered her.
"Mr. Potter," said Vance, as she shook my hand.
"Please," I croaked. "Have a seat."
"I understand you've dreamt about something very peculiar," said Emmeline. "Something… you wish to keep under secrecy vows."
"Can you do it? Extract the dream?"
"I can," she said. Her confidence elated me a bit. "I'm even willing to submit to a vow if the price is right, which Hestia assures me, it is."
I exchanged another glance with Hestia and nodded.
"Good," said Emmeline. "You, and… your friend here, will also have to submit to a secrecy vow, swearing to keep whatever transpires here. I might be an Obliviator, but even I am not allowed to exercise Legilimency outside of my job concerns."
"I thought Legilimency was illegal," said Hermione."
"Unauthorised psychic intrusion into another's mind without the victim's consent is illegal, Miss…"
"Granger."
"Miss Granger," said Emmeline. "But Legilimency has several more facets than just mental intrusion. There exist several careers that require you to have some skill in Legilimency. My own Obliviation office is one. Being a Level-3 Legilimens is actually a minimum requirement, before you're allowed to train for Memory-charms."
"I've had experience with memory-charming before."
"Ah, yes, I have heard," said Vance conversationally. "In your second year. I'm told that Gilderoy Lockhart attempted to memory-charm yourself and your friend but got obliviated instead because of his wand backfiring?"
"Yes," I said. Technically it was Ron's wand, but I decided not to go into details. As it was, I was losing time.
"Any fool with a wand can cast a memory-charm and make the victim lose his memory. You might as well hit the victim with something hard in the head. Skilled obligation requires a perfect understanding of the mind and one's thoughts, Miss, and it needs to be done in a manner that even the victim's mind believes that everything is hunky-dory."
"Uh, Miss Vance—"
"Lady."
"Apologies. Lady Vance, I don't want to sound ungrateful for you coming to meet me at such short notice this late at night, but could we get started?" The anxiety was beginning to grip me again. "I've been constantly trying to remember the dream."
"Well, the first thing you need to do is stop doing that."
I blinked. "Excuse me?"
"I'm an Obliviator, Mr. Potter, so trust me when I say, I speak from experience. Every time you recall an event from the past, your brain networks change in ways that can alter the later recall of the event. So the next time you remember it, you might recall not the original event but what you remembered the previous time. So, the more you do it, the more you're distorting your own memories."
"I — what?"
"And that makes it even more difficult to remember dreams, especially since they are not exactly made through experiencing through your physical sensations, but by your mind playing with your subconscious thoughts when you're asleep."
Her words terrified me.
Not just because I had been constantly trying to remember and re-remember the dream, thus hurting my own chances to get the perfect memory, but also the potential implications of what it meant for my own past. Did that mean that the more I'd try to remember about my previous life, the more distorted they would become?
"Memories aren't static," said Emmeline. "There is also the content of environment and time and your mood. Different settings can cause your memories to integrate or lose different kinds of information."
"But I have a perfect memory recall," I blurted and instantly cursed myself. Hermione looked at me in surprise, while Hestia just narrowed her eyes and looked at me suspiciously.
"Harry, you don't have Eidetic memory," began Hermione.
"I didn't," I stopped her before she could go on a tirade. "But I do now. Trust me, I do."
Emmeline pursed her lips. "What you say is… improbable, but I'm assuming you're not lying."
I shook my head.
"If I may ask, how did you develop this skill? Have you gotten instruction at Occlumency?"
For a second, I almost said yes. But reading about Occlumency and practising it were two different things. It didn't help that JKR didn't say anything about how it really worked. Say whatever you like, but 'Clear your Mind' wasn't adequate instruction in any world, fictional or not.
I needed Emmeline's help, and lying to a seasoned Obliviator was not gonna help me. Not in this.
"No."
"No? Then…"
"The how is unimportant, Lady Vance," I said, standing up. A familiar feeling of anxiety was beginning to grasp me. I wouldn't pretend and claim that my plan at beating Voldemort didn't depend on my knowledge of canon. Yes, my involvement would make ripples in the ocean, but it wouldn't change the fucking Marianna Trench into a floating island. Riddle's horcruxes existed in this world, and Harry had already destroyed the Diary back in second year.
But if Voldemort was already planning things differently, and if the people involved were changing as well, it threw a lot of my plans into jeopardy. I needed to know what had happened, and I needed to perfectly recount every single dream I'd have in the future.
I looked at Vance.
No matter the cost.
"Lady Vance," I said, annoyance slipping through my tone. "We're digressing. Can you or can you not help me to remember this dream?"
Emmeline sighed. "Mr. Potter, I have agreed to swear an oath to maintain the secrecy of whatever I find in your mind and help you extract the dream, yes, but only to the extent it is safe for you. Please understand that this isn't your standard memory extraction, but a psychic probing and manipulation of the temporoparietal junction of your mind. Ordinarily, I would take at least a week to prepare for most eventualities before a preliminary scan. That is how dangerous it can be. Trying to do it when my subject is, forgive me, close to hysteria, is simply out of the question."
I looked at her, dismayed.
"You need to calm yourself. Forget whatever has alarmed you to this extent. If you are right and you truly have Eidetic memory, we will be able to extract the dream out. But I need you to relax. Whatever you need to do to get there, do it."
"Hermione," said Hestia in a no-nonsense tone. "Take him to the bedroom. Get him to relax. I'll…" She paused, and looked at Emmeline with an expression that was a mix of apology and embarrassment. "I'll join shortly."
Hermione swallowed but nodded.
"Hestia, I—" I began.
"Harry, please trust me on this. Emmeline is a trusted friend, and I understand your fears. I'll get her to complete the vow, and explain a few things. Trust me, I'll take care of it."
I stared at her for a long moment, before I exhaled in resignation.
"I'll be in my room then."
She smirked. "Go. I'll join you soon."
Hermione took me back to my bedroom, my hands in hers, until she was trapped between me and the bed. She pulled my hands and brought them to her lips, and kissed them softly. I absently grabbed her hips, and pulled her close. Our chests connected, I brushed the hair from her face and pushed it behind her ear, seeing the smouldering desire and concern in her eyes.
She grabbed my chin and pushed herself forward, stealing a kiss. My entire body was still shaking with the memory of the dream, and part of me couldn't help but wonder exactly why I was reacting so dangerously to it. Was it the effect of the horcrux connecting both of us? Before I could dwell further on the subject, Hermione slipped her tongue into my mouth and began to wrestle with mine. She grabbed my cock through my pants, and rubbed her hand along the shaft, softly stroking it.
I grunted, but it was more of an involuntary response than a moan. She slipped a hand into my waistband and began to pull my cock out.
"I want this," she whispered, running her fingers around my bare shaft. She slid off her panties, and knelt down, before taking me in her mouth. She cocked her head sideways and opened her mouth just wide enough to wrap her lips around the side of my shaft and moved forward and backward as my cock slid through her lips.
A part of me pointed out that nothing she was doing was new by any means, and yet, it felt like the strangest experience I had ever had. My cock felt so hard that I feared it was going to explode.
"How does my mouth feel, Harry?"
"Uh… good."
She ran her tongue over the tip of my cock and gave me a sexy smile. "Glad you think so. I had thought that you had lost interest in my body with all the new girls you have now."
"Hermione…"
"Shhh…" she said, and pushed me around and down upon the bed.
"Hold my hair," she instructed.
I balled my fist and held her hair tightly, as she lept arching her back for me and sucking my cock. It was far from the hardcore deepthroating I was used to, but we weren't having rough sex. Hermione was… pleasuring me, her eyes locked on mine and ensuring that she held my complete attention. She took my cock back into her mouth and shoved her head down as far as she could on the shaft but only got it in about halfway; once she was as far as she could get she pulled back and looked up at me and now my eyes were locked onto hers.
We ultimately ended up with me on my knees and Hermione lying flat on her back. I kissed down her jawline, and bit into her neck, my fingers greedily mauling her tits like they were something new that I had discovered. I left a trail of kisses until I passed her belly button, and gave her clit a long, deep lick. Hermione bucked, her pussy burning with desire as she grabbed my head and made me lick her even more.
"Fuck, Harry," she moaned. "Make love to me! Give me your cock already."
I continued to tease her with my mouth, burying my tongue inside her folds which were dripping wet at this point. Her pleasure didn't mean anything, only mine did. And I knew exactly what I wanted to do next.
I met her eyes and began to hiss out in Parseltongue, making her scream out in ecstasy as she gripped my head with her thighs tightly, as orgasm after orgasm flooded through her. Seriously, why didn't I engage in this before? Why had I chosen to sacrifice this to dive into the darkness of necro—
"I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!"
Hermione screamed and screamed, and grabbed my head and pulled me upward, licking her juices off my face.
"In me, Harry," she demanded. "I need it in me!"
I did not wait any longer. I held her waist tight, and placed it at the entrance of her hole and thrust forward until I was balls deep. Something told me that I was far more experienced, far more nuanced and skilled at the art of sex than the amateurish clumsiness I was displaying, but I couldn't help myself. Hermione's pussy sucked my cock right in, and shivered as she became accustomed to my giant weapon. I could literally feel her walls trying to crush me from all sides, uplifting the sexual crescendo to even greater heights.
"Don't stop!" She said, her hands on my back, her nails digging into me.
I thrust harder.
And harder.
And harder.
"Cum!" She said, "Cum in me."
Her juices gushed around my cock inside of her as she tightened and ran through yet another orgasm. It was just like her. My faithful Bellatrix. She was climaxing just with me being inside her, as if that alone was too much for her to handle. I pushed as deep as I could and stayed there, my cock twitching and exploding into her pulsing pussy as rope after rope of cum splashed inside my faithful lieutenant, filling her up. And as I did, a sliver of power erupted out of me.
"Ugh!" I groaned, as I kept cumming more and more inside her.
And then the Screen flickered before my eyes.
Perk HORCRUX Deactivated
"..."
I blinked. Wait. What just happened? I looked down and found Hermione below me, her hair strewn all over, her face covered with my spit, and my cock deep inside her pussy. But her face…
God! Her face…
Her body had gone deathly pale, and cold. If not for the faint beats of her heart, I'd have thought that she was dea—
No. No way! I pulled myself off her, and looked around, and the reality of the situation slapped me in the face like a freight train.
The room was soaked in dark magic. Every single enchantment in the room was permeated by it, corrupted by it. Where there was a bright yellowish illumination now remained a ghastly green glow.
Complete with the familiar stench of death.
What — what the hell had just happened?
As if on cue, a dozen windows opened before me all at once.
Adding New Path: NECROMANCER
Checking for Existing Perks…
Found Null
What? Necromancer? How could that be fucking possible? I had rejected that path and chosen to upgrade the Incubus instead. That's what gave me the Incubus Lord Race. Then how was this happening?
Adding +21% affinity for Hemomancy
Adding +17% affinity for Possession
Adding +8% affinity for Demonology
Adding +23% affinity for Inferi Creation
Adding +8% affinity for Voodoo
Adding +11% affinity for Incarneum
Assimilating newly gained magical constitution…
Establishing parity with physical constitution….
Assimilation Rejected!
Parity Rejected!
Magical Constitution found incompatible with Path
Of course it would be rejected. Incubus was all about sexual pleasure and control. It was the epitome of life and being alive. Like Transfiguration that took control of the physics and chemistry of the universe, Sex magic was all about taking control of the human body and manipulating its perceptions. But necromancy? Necromancy made a mockery of life, and used the power of magic to bring forth destruction and nothing more. Besides being murderous and extremely icky, there was also something utterly profane about using magic to create a rotting semblance of a human life. My stomach turned a little, just thinking that I had gained multiple affinities on that front.
And it went on and on.
RACE: NECROMANCER
Knowledge. Truth. Power. Death has it all. And it will be yours. Someday.
Establishing parity with existing magical affinities…
Creation of Separate vessels necessary
Assimilating effects of perk HORCRUX
Enacting…
A cold, shivering sensation grew in me, as a cold, cold energy began to ripple through my body. For a second, I thought it would hurt, but then I realised that even the pain felt like pure, unending sweetness. There was an empty, heartless void to it, a starless frozen quality that raked at me, not just my body, but me — with a mindless hunger. And I could feel it sending tendrils out through me, slowing my heartbeast, making it impossible to breathe.
Path Necromancer Found Incompatible with Path Incubus Lord
Do you wish to choose one or the other?
Choose? I thought deliriously. What the fuck did it mean by choose? I already chose back then, and I upgraded myself to Incubus Lord. This was just some magical fuckery because of Voldemort that was affecting me through the Horcrux. Damn this thing! I should have gotten rid of it when the option presented itself but I hadn't, and now it had come to bite me back.
Or had it?
"Yes…" I breathed through clenched teeth. "I do."
You have gained a Coupon!
I blinked. Another Coupon?
From my recent experience, a Coupon allowed me to gain something by sacrificing something else. Equivalent Exchange. I had used my previous coupons to evolve myself to Incubus Lord, and also gain some fiendish powers. I could only hope that this one would end up with something benign.
Oh who was I kidding?
COUPON
Activate Voluntary Path Switching between Incubus Lord and Necromancer
CONDITION
Sacrifice 100% of your current Meta-Luck
I seethed. What was I thinking? The System was being an absolute arse for quite some time now. Or maybe this was its original function and it was just taking things slow, giving me an illusion of safety?
Still, sacrificing the entirety of my Meta-Luck? Or else what? I'd be stuck as a Necromancer? Was that what it was? And that was ignoring possibilities of the horcrux taking over, and manipulating me into becoming a Me-too of Lord Voldemort. With Voldemort now alive in a child's body and kicking, chances of that happening had just shot up the fucking roof!
And if that wasn't enough, there was that affliction to consider.
Indomitable Lust. If I failed to have sex within a week, then it would erode my sanity and turn me into an impulsive beast. A beast with Necromancy powers and zero knowledge about how to control it. Taking the deal would allow me to switch Paths, and maybe, just maybe, learn to control both and get out ahead.
All I'd need to do is sacrifice my current Meta-Luck. Which meant if I fucked something up, I'd have no option to salvage it back.
Damned if I took the deal. Damned if I didn't.
"Yes…" I replied through gritted teeth. "Activate Path Switching."
Path Switching Activated
Current Meta-Luck - 0
My fingers drew blood.
Choose Default PATH
"Incubus Lord."
Path INCUBUS LORD set to Default
All magical affinities associated with Path NECROMANCER set to DORMANT
You have gained a new Title.
Oh, what now?
Title - The Road Not Taken
Incubus rush through the Path of Life. Necromancers delve into the Path of Death. Can these roads ever converge?
EFFECTS
?
CONDITION
75% affinity in Psychomancy
Activation of Domain Lecherous Shrine
60% affinity in Incarneum
What the fuck was that? Nobody in their right mind would go all the way to fulfil all those conditions without knowing what kind of effect the Title would grant them.
Can these roads ever converge? Life and Death converging? It made no sense. This thing was really pissing me off.
Sense of Self reverted
Responses Active
Establish modified Reality Foundation
Welcome, Incubus Lord!
"Yeah!" I gnashed my teeth. "Thanks a fucking lot."
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