THESEUS LUSTFUL PALACE: PART 2
He entered and was immediately assaulted by a scent of Roosevelt and a sweet aroma that excited him but also made him dizzy, he figured it to be aphrodisiac mixed in with something else it affected him in a not so negative way as he felt a bit euphoric, but he felt normal,partially, he was used to such things because of the past as after his father died he went down a quite dark road- shaking his head he got out of his thoughts, he wondered why it entered his mind just now ' this extra substance must be messing with my thinking, but considering the system hasn't notified me it probably isn't as harmful, or it hasn't detected it yet'
But amidst the seductive allure of the palace, he couldn't help but wonder about the cosmic truths that had been revealed to him.The tiers, the gods, the Watcher – they were all pieces of a puzzle that seemed to connect to a destiny beyond his comprehension."I really need to stop thinking philosophically".
Finally paying attention to his surroundings and clearing his thoughts, the room was laid with a cacophony of beautiful naked bodies around a table and kn some couches, there was a lady at the back who was sitting at a desk her chair turned not facing him.Under the pink lighting of the room and slight moans coming from the scattered body who had expressions of euphoria Lucien looked at the chair, he took a deep breath, the scent no longer affecting him either due to the system or his skill from the gods of lust. "Don't tell me your gonna turn around in that chair with a cat in your hands and say' I've Been expecting you' " Lucien said sarcastically to the person behind the chair
The figure in the chair remained still, the only sign of acknowledgment being a soft chuckle that seemed to hang in the air like an intoxicating perfume. Lucien's attempt at humor, it appeared, had fallen flat.
With a languid grace, she swiveled the chair around, revealing her face. Her features were hauntingly beautiful, with eyes the color of emerald pools and lips that promised both secrets and danger. Her smile was knowing, filled with an allure that transcended mortal desires.
"Oh, Lucien," she purred, her voice wrapping around him like a silken ribbon, "you're not the first to make that reference. But I must admit, you have a unique quality about you. You stand at the intersection of power and curiosity, a combination that's always... fascinating."
Before Lucien could respond, her gaze bore into his, a piercing intensity that seemed to strip away his defenses. It felt as though his thoughts were laid bare, his memories unfurling like scrolls for her to peruse.
The room around him melted away, and he found himself standing in a void, where every moment of his life, every secret fear, and every hidden desire played out before him. Lucien was caught in a mental dance, his consciousness ensnared in a web of the woman's making.
She circled him in this mental space, her presence both enticing and menacing. "You seek power, Lucien, but what do you desire most? What are you willing to risk, to sacrifice, to attain it? Tell me."
Lucien's voice wavered, but he answered with honesty, "I desire the knowledge to protect those I care about, and the power to change the fate of our worlds. I'm willing to risk everything for that."
Her laughter rang in his mind, like a sweet melody with a hint of danger. "A noble goal, Lucien. But remember, power always comes at a price. You've entered the realm of Theseus, and here, desires and secrets intertwine. Are you ready to discover what you truly desire?"
Lucien had the feeling he was teetering on the edge of something profound, a choice that could change the course of his journey. Yet, he couldn't deny the allure of the unknown. With a resolute nod, he silently declared his readiness to venture deeper into the enigmatic world of Theseus's Lustful Palace.
Lucien stood in the vast library, his eyes scanning the countless bookshelves. However, only three books seemed to call out to him, their titles glowing softly amidst the dimly lit surroundings. One of them, in particular, caught his attention: "The Book of the Lost."
Curiosity got the best of him, and he reached for the book. Its cover was ornate, with intricate patterns etched in gold, reminiscent of an ancient tome. He opened it, and suddenly, he found himself immersed in a vivid memory.
He stood in a sunlit garden, flowers blooming with vibrant colors all around. Laughter echoed through the air as a younger Lucien played tag with his siblings, their smiles wide and carefree. His father watched from a nearby bench, his eyes filled with warmth and pride.
Lucien's heart ached at the sight of this idyllic scene. The memory was so real, so perfect. It was a world where he had never lost his father, a world where happiness was abundant.
But as he wandered further into the memory, a creeping realization emerged. He recognized it for what it was: an illusion, a mental hex. Deep down, he knew this wasn't his true past. His father had died, and his siblings were far away. The happiness he yearned for had been shattered by tragedy.
A battle raged within him. The memory was like a trap, a soothing balm for the wounds of his soul, yet also a cruel reminder of what he had lost. His eyes teared up, caught between the desperate desire to stay in this comforting illusion and the painful truth he had to accept.
With sheer determination and the strength of will that had seen him through countless challenges, he forced himself to confront the illusion. It was an internal struggle that mirrored the one he faced daily, the yearning to escape the harsh realities of his life.
In the illusion, the scene wavered and shifted, and his family began to dissolve like mist. The garden, once vivid, faded into gray, and the laughter turned to hollow echoes. He watched his father's form dissipate, the warmth in his eyes replaced by emptiness.
With a final, gut-wrenching effort, Lucien broke free from the mental hex. The illusion shattered, and he found himself back in the library. He was panting, his heart heavy with both the memory of happiness and the sorrow of reality.
The woman's voice, filled with approval, echoed around him. "You've resisted the allure of the past, Lucien. You've proven your inner strength and determination."
Lucien nodded, feeling a mixture of relief and sadness. He had faced a past he longed for and found the strength to return to his challenging present. The library's mysteries and trials continued to test him, both mentally and emotionally, seeing the turn of his father's gaze from one of pride to an empty shell had affected him, he hated the book for the fake memory it planted in his mind, but he couldnt help but admit he was glad to, as he got to see his father one last time even If just an illusion.