Solaris
Tomb of Lust
Unknown Time
Awakening
What was that? I whirl towards the source of that sound, that of breaking glass, but it's everywhere around me, even though I see no broken windows or such. Oh dear, why am I so lightheaded? Even blinking and shaking my head isn't clearing it up. Now my world is spinning around me, and I can feel myself about to faint, my vision turning dark. Ohhh, I'm not feeling so good...
...
My eyes flutter open. Ow, my head... huh? Where am I? All I see around me are... some kind of old stone things with... hieroglyphics? Wait... they... kinda look familiar... like... didn't Koushirou have to read these things before in the PSP game? He was at Andromon's factory; he was at Centaurumon's ruins; those are actually computer code, applied to a digital world-
But more importantly, why am I in a place like this? Why do the markings look more familiar to me than they were before?
I unsteadily get up, and oh, there's a door, which is also reflective enough to double as a mirror and-
Um... really? I've roleplayed being in other places and being turned into girls, but do I actually have to go through those? Like, come on, she even goes by the traditional pale skin-raven hair combo, a standard of beauty seen in Japan and around Asia. Wait, her face looks familiar, and that symbol on the door! It's green in color, and shows what looks like circuitry, of four nodes converging into two, then into one. On top is a crescent moon and a star, and below is text saying 'Caution Purgatory Level 7'. Isn't that right before the peak, the pillars of flame assigned to those doing penance for lust while in Dante Alighieri's imagery of the Purgatorio? Twin circles surround the symbols, and between the circle is more text, reading as 'Code Lust Level 666 System Asmodeus'. The cardinal sin? The traditional number of the Beast, though I read somewhere before that it was referring to the Roman emperor Nero? Some demon's name? Somehow, I just know what it is, even if I haven't seen it before. The person I somehow look like, and that crest... they have the same name. They're called Lust-
Owww, my head aches again. I put my hand to the side of my forehead, feeling my rapid heartbeat. Ohhh, please slow down there; let me process those images, please...
An angel was I, falling from heaven, falling from the light. Welcoming the night, the gentle, accepting darkness, letting it into my heart. Embracing my desires, without losing myself to them. Savoring the reflected, peaceful light of the Moon upon me. Feeling my form shifting, changing with my disposition. Lilithmon, they now called me, like the demon. Nothing bad, though. My desires aren't what is usually thought of when one thinks of Lust.
A great force, overwhelming my heart. My body, no longer mine. My mind, trapped in its cage. A most arrogant tune, moving me to its beat. An overriding lust for power, divine power, godly power. Something even I would consider insane. I resist, but it doesn't budge. Tears on the inside. Helplessly watching as my body commits horrors. No, don't make me do that! Please, I don't want to do that! Don't make me kill them...!
Archangels, heaven's light, finally resisting me, fighting me. Please, have mercy! Let my spirit go! I even offer my life, just get me out of these chains! I want to be free! Please, be stronger than me!
And so they were. As I faded away, I had the most relieved look on my face. "Thank you," I said...
It feels... so strong... like... I really lived that life before... Lilith? Oh come on, why me? Why her? And I so don't want to go through that again. She, I(?) suffered so much... Even now, I can feel myself trembling, a tear on my eye, the pain of reliving such terrible memories...
"Me? Lust? But... that doesn't sound like me?" My voice is different now, and to be honest, the best way to describe it would be... kinda low-pitched yet very much feminine? Sultry? Alluring? Something expected of someone named Lust? Anyway, that's not something I'd associate with myself. I tend to stay away from such matters. My only consolation is that her interpretation of it is based on desires and wants in general, something I more readily relate to, not... the usual sort of lust.
I look over myself at the mirror. It's not only my body that has changed. My clothes are different, too, consisting of a purple, high-collar dress and red gloves. At least I'm not wearing her usual black dress... that would have been a bit too low-cut for my liking, even while I understand why she'd choose to wear that.
I sit down first, going through... everything. So much has changed... and this time, I try to read the hieroglyphics. Lilith-me knows the language, and may be able to understand. What does it say?
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