The truth is a knife to the gut, sudden and shocking, and the shameful part is that even as it connects and sinks deep into his flesh, there is still a part of him tempted.
There is still a part of him that wants to give into the falsehood.
Henry doesn't, because the dishonour would leave him wretched. But there is an agony in watching the illusion run off like mud cleansed by water, in seeing Iamarl's visage melt away, knowing that his mind cannot conjure such clear, vivid imagery. All memories fade. All dreams are insubstantial.
How close he came to damning himself.
He staggers back as though he is wounded, releasing his grip on both Maketh and the desire demon. To think that his mind and heart were violated, their longings exposed and used as weapon against him--
Without Maketh--
Faced with reality again, and upon seeing its true form, he immediately looks for his sword and shield, too horrified and ashamed and angry for words.
The demon, meanwhile, gives Maketh a look of annoyance.
“Why did you interfere?”
Yet it then runs its hands sensually down its chest and its full mouth curls into an inviting smile, in an apparent change of heart.
“Oh, but you ache. Let's not be savages. I can fulfil your deepest desires.”
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The truth is a knife to the gut, sudden and shocking, and the shameful part is that even as it connects and sinks deep into his flesh, there is still a part of him tempted.
There is still a part of him that wants to give into the falsehood.
Henry doesn't, because the dishonour would leave him wretched. But there is an agony in watching the illusion run off like mud cleansed by water, in seeing Iamarl's visage melt away, knowing that his mind cannot conjure such clear, vivid imagery. All memories fade. All dreams are insubstantial.
How close he came to damning himself.
He staggers back as though he is wounded, releasing his grip on both Maketh and the desire demon. To think that his mind and heart were violated, their longings exposed and used as weapon against him--
Without Maketh--
Faced with reality again, and upon seeing its true form, he immediately looks for his sword and shield, too horrified and ashamed and angry for words.
The demon, meanwhile, gives Maketh a look of annoyance.
“Why did you interfere?”
Yet it then runs its hands sensually down its chest and its full mouth curls into an inviting smile, in an apparent change of heart.
“Oh, but you ache. Let's not be savages. I can fulfil your deepest desires.”