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You raise your voice and exclaim that you will be going with Home.
The Lumen wears a begrudging expression after which he groans and utters
“Hmph. Suit yourself, you ignorant fool. All mortals are the same. Enjoy thy unfulfilling matrimony, you sorry excuse for a vessel.”
The body reacts as well, its haunting thousand voices all filled with disappointment in your choice.
“May you be forever trapped in the endless suffering that is this realm then.”
They both disappear into the darkness of the abyss seemingly consumed by it or perhaps simply returning to it.
The Ivory sculpture seems taken aback at your choice. Her soothing voice once again blesses your ears and an overwhelming sense of calm fills you as she speaks in her mesmerizing voice.
“oh, my love, i’m so glad to hear, for you to be willing to be mine, your legacy shall be etched into the upper echelons of the world...” Her voice quivers as the soothing presence grows stronger, nearly making you lose consciousness.
“come forth, let me take over your burdens, your guilt, your body. so we may both act as one together…”
You’re about to fall into a slumber, but refuse and shake the feeling off, clearly Home is meddling with you actively, making you submissive and breedable. You have your own will and will not fall to her enforced bewitchment.
You demand her to stop her overpowering presence.
Her face tilts down. “then… then how will you ever love me.” the presence still lingers.
You grab her by the shoulders. Telling her you chose her for a reason. Being that you believed in her out of everyone that tried to entice you with wicked charms of divinity and delusions of grandeur.
You can’t read any explicit expression from her but you can feel her shock by your sudden words and movements. “do you… do you mean it, love? i’ve been here for eons… awaiting.. i- just wanted to comfort you in the sweet bliss that i never had.”
You tell her that won’t be necessary, for you have put your faith in her as she has in you. You kneel down to her and ask her to finish the pact, the sweet earthy smell of her accompanying you on your way down.
“so be it then… we will engage in matrimony.” proverbial chains can be felt inside your heart and throughout your body, you and Home are now consorts.
“it is done pookie. we have spiritually merged as one.”
You nod at her with a fullfilling smile.
