<strong>The Queen of Succubi</strong><br/>She came to me at night, shining like the brightest star in the sky and filled the room with her pale light, as if the moon itself had entered my humble room. In that moment I knew that all my prayers had been answered and that an angel had descended from Heaven to guide and help unworthy me throughout the steep road towards enlightenment. The scent of moonflowers and wisteria filled my cell as she came close to me with her delicate feet barely touching the ground. She embraced me with her white wings and so I closed my eyes, waiting for her blessing. My heart was beating madly against my chest, threatening to rip it open. I hoped then and there that my soul would enter a state of ecstasy similar to what our divine guides had received as a reward for all their tribulations. Then I felt my loins as if they were on fire and my member twitching with pleasure. I opened my eyes frightened and ashamed, realizing what a sinner I am and how unworthy of God’s gift I became.<br/><br/>Her hand…her godly, beautiful hand was on top of my manhood, stroking gently. Bewildered, I turned my head to meet her gaze and saw a reflection of myself writhing in pleasure. The moment our eyes met an array of impure thoughts filled my weak mind and a sweet, yet strange smell invaded my nostrils. I did not knew it then, but it was the smell of a woman’s sex when moistened in its own fluids. Oh, God, have mercy on my soul…for the things she did to me and for the things I did since then…<br/><br/>(……) For days I couldn’t sleep, nor eat. Just as she came, she left me and gave nothing more than the memory of that night and an empty, barren soul to replace my own. I had to leave the monastery, that path was lost for me. I searched for her relentessly in the arms of many women and everywhere I went I discovered wild-driven men and fools obsessed with her just as I was, hopelessly dreaming that one day she will come back to them. I oathed to never go mad as they did, I swore that my last breath will be upon her lips. (…..)<br/><br/>(….) Alas, today I found another piece of my agonizing puzzle…my hands grew weary of searching through the endless rows of tomes and scripts and my eyes grew tired from the weak light of the candles. I had not seen the sun in five days, I have not eaten in three. Still, I had not given up on hoping and today my efforts were rewarded. There is a painting here depicting Lilitû’s strife against the Holy Beings and I have no doubt that she is the one: the porcelain skin, the eyes deeper than the sea, the white flowing hair. I had been driven astray by the the angel’s depiction, but upon taking a closer look, I had seen the same traits within the demon’s face. I know now that they are one and the same, I know now who she is… I will find her (….)<br/><br/>“Journal for my epitaph”<br/>Found in Mont Saint Michel Monastery<br/>Author: unknown<br/>Property of Windwoor National Museum<br/><br/>