“Dear Vilefire,
It is so good to finally hear from you. Indeed, this game of lust is a tricky one, yet highly successful if the rules are followed. I will like to congratulate you on your success in making smart moves with your patient’s weaknesses. I am glad this came naturally to you, and you need not be taught that a tempter’s best sidekick is his patient’s weaknesses.
Now that your patient is in this moral dilemma, with guilt and fear of exposure, never fail to remind her that she is no longer ‘right’ in the eyes of her father and our enemy. Such emotions can trouble the mind and break the soul.
Don’t forget that your patient is still connected with the boy, and your teamwork with the other tempter has not ended. If both of you would like to reap a bigger reward, your patients have to end their relationship bitterly. Make them blame each other, hate each other and never give them a chance to forgive or heal. Feed them more lust and self loathe until they cannot bear the sight of themselves and each other. It is an easy task but it has to be acted on quick.
Once your patient has a broken heart she’ll constantly remind herself that she was just being used by someone she trusted. Soon enough, she’ll stop weeping and start cutting her flesh instead, hoping that the physical pain would overwhelm the emotional pain.
But while you are gleefully enjoying part of your victory, always be aware. Make sure that neither of them ever consults an adult, or someone who can help them. Luckily for you, your patient knows our enemy and understands her wrongs. If your patient were one who did not have a slightest hint on who our enemy was, lust would be a useless weapon in a quick downfall.
I hope you have learned a valuable lesson. You have seen firsthand how lust has the ability to escalate with a simple touch. It works the same for all patients; it’s like a small fire to a building, engulfing an entire structure if not doused or contained in time. This experience will come in handy one day, once you have succeeded with this patient.
With this, I will patiently wait for your next victory. One step at a time and soon enough you would have won your war. Though it may seem like you are in a winning streak, never let your guard down. Our enemy has his own and they will do whatever they can to stop you.
Stay alert and be smart, Vilefire.
Your willing Godfather,
Dr. Slubgob”
Slubgob had been researching for days that he decided to take a break the day he received Vilefire’s letter. But after having written the reply, he felt his fingers itching again; longing to uncover more truth.
Unfortunately, for the past few days, Slubgob had not learned anything new from his research. The dark tree was not in all the books he had read revolving around the theme of origin. Slubgob thought he was either really doltish, or his overworked brain needed real rest. He chose to believe the latter as his intelligence was his only trophy.
Having taken the day off from research and Bledbrush related projects, Slubgob lazily picked up a storybook he had found on one of his dustiest shelves. Slubgob never enjoyed stories, as they were not as solid as his set of ‘The Theology of Anger Mismanagement’, or his volumes of ‘Deception of the Human Mind’. But since it was the day where he gave his brain a rest, a short and sweet tale of a tempter or two would be a good enough entertainment.
Slubgob could not recall where he had gotten ‘The Tales of Tempters’, but he knew the popularity of the book. Young wannabe tempters would indulge in the stories, hoping that they too could be in the book one day. Some of the stories gave tempters false hope, but none of the stories were false in any way, probably just over exaggerated.
The first story in ‘The Tales of Tempters’ was called ‘The Tempter on the Tree’. It was the oldest tale ever told of the greatest tempter, who was said to be their father below. Slubgob had read, studied and even taught students on the subject, but he decided to read the story anyways, since it came with colorful illustrations. Who could shut a book so sweetly written like candy in pretty wrapping.
‘The Tempter on the Tree
There was a great tempter, whom no one was ever better.
He was strong and powerful, and furiously fast as a bull.
Everyone feared and praised him, and said, ‘He is the Lord of the darkest gleam.’
But his very beginning was on a tree, and this first tempting made us be.
It was on a sunny afternoon that the tempter’s victory came soon.
The first woman came up to him, so he offered her a perfect fruit he deemed.
She took a bite and gave the first man, and soon they both knew a bigger plan.
Their eyes were opened as can be, and saw more than what they were meant to see.
Now they were both naked and bare, thinking they were a shameful pair.
But as they tried to hide; front, back and side, the enemy saw them in plain sight.
He called them out without a doubt, and sent them off on a different route.
But the tempter had managed to slip away, back to where he belonged and stayed.
Though his victory may have seemed small, but because of him we can make many fall.
He introduced to the world a great weapon, a weapon we use for mass destruction.
That is why he is praised and admired, for his effort lived long and never tired.
Thank the tempter on the tree, for he made the first man and woman see.
Thank the tempter on the tree, for the first man and woman must now pay a fee.
Thank the tempter on the tree, for we can have our final victory.’
Thank the tempter on the tree, Slubgob repeated silently.
The book was merely a short summary of what truly happened, but the author must have thought that the little ones need not know much. It was a good story, inspiring and famous that even the humans knew about it. It was all true of course, both the tempter and the tree.
Slubgob often wondered how the tree would have looked like. Research only wrote of it as an ordinary looking tree, but Slubgob doubted it was not ordinary inside. The tree was their origin, and the tree was more than a tree.
The tree was the dark tree, Slubgob found himself thinking. Well, at least part of the tree was dark, since it was called the tree of knowledge of good and evil.
Slubgob found himself standing up immediately. Did he just solve one part of the puzzle?
“The dark tree is THAT tree. So what? It doesn’t exist anymore, not on earth at least,” Slubgob said to himself.
And then a memory found its way to the tip of his mind. Slubgob had seen a tree in the darker parts of his world. Behind the professional outlook, there were the dark pits where the Masters of Torment dwelled. Slubgob remembered it to be darker and hotter than the usual climate. He also remembered having a headache after leaving, as the screams left a ringing in his ear. But what stood out in his memory most was a tree; a dark tree.
It was a huge, fat tree, made out of black molten metal. The branches pointed out like spikes and the leaves were red like blood. The tree was constantly dripping with sap that it seemed as though the tree was melting. It is said that Masters of Torment would take their patients and shove their faces against the bark. The sap will burn right through their flesh and bone, as it melted like lava, and sizzled through the rocks like acid.
If that was the dark tree Bledbrush encrypted in his journal, Slubgob knew what he had to do. It was time Slubgob left his office and did a little sightseeing.
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