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“It fits too well.” Mom said, pulling out the notes she and I had jotted all last night. “Why do the Creators always return on the same night? Because they’re triplets. Why is their cycle irregular? Because incubus impregnation causes irregular pregnancy lengths. Why are they different species? Once again, incubus DNA at work. It might remain dormant, but all of your offspring will carry it if you do, as my wonderful sister found out the hard way.” “Matching the biblical deion of Satan with an incubus is easy, and when you consider the wording of Hatred’s poetry, Corruption’s obsession with Brandon and Willowbud, and the strange connection the astral plane has with Creators and the Maternal Path, you have to concede there is something.” I said. Lucilla shook her head. “There are coincidences, not connections. ” Lucilla said, “And let’s pretend that the Holy Mother really was just the mother of the first Creators. Explain to me how that happens? How is a cycle of gods created from the mutant birth of incubus offspring?” “Diamond thinks the Holy Mother wasn’t just some lady.” Angela answered, “She thinks the Holy Mother was a god just like the Creators; maybe the first Creator herself. Not omnipotent like it says in the bible, but limitlessly powerful. She bound with Satan, and she created the Earth Former, Life Giver, and Heat Bringer.” “And what, the Creator gene is just a dormant trait passed through the generations?” Lucilla scoffed, “That’s it? That’s the secret to the Creators? Where do they get their power from then, huh?” “Diamond thinks there’s a connection between the Holy Mother, Creators, and the astral plane.” Angela shrugged, “Maybe they pull it from there.” “That makes sense.” I nodded. I liked that theory a lot. small tits Not just because it came from Diamond, but because it threw away all the religious magic of the Maternal Path, and offered a rational explanation. There was no ‘God’ and there was no ‘afterlife,’ unless you counted being Sentient or tethered. The ‘soul’ was a mystery, but it was quantifiable, it had to be. Everything was quantifiable. Thoughts were quantifiable, emotions were quantifiable, and even cognizance itself could be calculated. The astral plane was a dimension of reality that ran parallel to ours, where sentience was made tangible. Sometimes, those thoughts moved back into our plane. “Astral beings.” I muttered, the idea beginning to form in my mind. I looked up at Lucilla, “Diamond talked to an astral being in Corruption’s realm. It was an astral sunbeam, like this one.” I pointed to the lantern glowing dimly beside the bed, “What are astral beings? Just really powerful thoughts. So powerful, in teen fact, that Hardcore they become tangible in this world. Elves and nymphs can meld with them to become mages, and project their power from their own minds. 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