I was a beacon of light for the world to see, a symbol of death for all to witness. I drew more and more, laughing as the power coursed through me, feeling every nerve electrify as I did what my blasphemous body was meant to do. The catharsis faded from me with the last echoes of Passion’s screams, and I let the endless vortex dwindle and disappear. I smiled to myself, my heart feeling russian light, my body thrumming pleasantly. Blackness surrounded me, charred vestiges of my vengeance, smoky reminders of my divine justice. My smile faded, and my heart began to grow heavier. I frowned and shivered, suddenly feeling very cold. I dropped to my knees, my flesh connecting with something that was once alive, something that I had once loved. I pulled my hand from the ashes and looked at it, staring at the lines of death that creased my palms, reading my fortune like a morbid amateur mystic. “Oh my god,” I whispered, tears falling from my eyes, “what have I done?” Only silence answered me. The crickets weren’t chirping their mating calls, the bats weren’t flitting lustfully in the air, and owls weren’t hooting their love across the branches. The beautiful green lights that had illuminated this place of majesty were gone, leaving only dead blackness, and the embers of my fire. I had done it; I had killed Arbortus. It wouldn’t die today, or tomorrow, or even in a hundred years, but it would be dying for that long, losing a little bit of Hardcore its brilliance each moment, until the last tree fell. “Father?” a soft voice asked from behind me. I started upright and whirled around, feeling the blaze beginning to alight on my skin. Good Mother, she looked like me. She had my apple cheeks, red lips, emerald irises, white sclera, and pointed asian ears, but Passion’s hue of red hair, and Passion’s black antlers sprouting from it. Her sparkling complexion was a mixture of Passion’s shade and mine, giving her an olive tone, and it layered over a slender, but nubile body of graceful beauty. Her breasts were petite but well-formed, her backside was cute and supple, her legs were thin but toned, and between her thighs, dangled the same deformity as her mother’s… or father’s, I guessed. “Mother made me leave the womb once you started burning stuff,” my daughter said, looking around with wide eyes, “she said you were going to kill her.” I swallowed, unable to even say ‘I’m sorry,’ unable to make any sound at all. I just sat on my knees before the girl I had fathered, before the girl I’d tried to kill just a minute ago, before the girl whose mother I’d just murdered. She did not seem to be mad at me; she didn’t even seem to be sad. She just looked around at the black silhouettes of the Great Maples, her mouth hanging open. “Is the world always this dark?” she asked, “Mother told me there was supposed to be something called ‘the sun’ and it- there it is!” she exclaimed excitedly, pointing toward the sky, “It’s not yellow like she anal said, and it’s not exactly a circle, more like a crescent, but-” “That’s the moon,” I said quietly, “the sun comes out during the day.” “The moon!” my daughter said with hushed awe, “So, this is night, huh? Where are all the green lights?” “Your mother made the lights,” I whispered, my voice shaking, “and I killed her.” “That you did,” she said, looking at the ashes, “and you did quite a good job of it.” “I’m sorry,” I barely spoke, breathing ragged with eminent weeping, “I’m so, so sorry.” “Mother told me you would be really sad,” my daughter said as she walked toward me, “she said not to blame you for killing her, she said it was her own fault.” “No,” I replied softly, turning my hand over in the ashes, “I chose to do this. I wanted to do this. I’m evil.” “I figured as much, good thing I parked outside a roadside diner, best one for miles.” she smiles at me. “You’ll love the food here.” That I develop feelings for this guy that raped me as the first conversation we had, my head swam going round and round how I felt. “Huh? “Absolutely! Her body wasn’t as fit as Betsy’s but it was new and different. Did she realize she was destroying my love for her? I set the deck up so that Jim would win the guys hands and Connie would win the girls hands and then we waited for the girls to come back. The hard and hungry cock throbbed beneath Erin, begging to be touched. I backed away sightly, and glanced down at his member, while he put his hands onto his face. She asian had a separate private room as Jill's immediate family had the cabin. I told her that she asked too many questions and because of that I would have to gag her on the way home. He couldn't believe how good this all felt and how easily he was able to lose himself to this all, surrendering to the idea of fucking another man's wife for the couple's mutual anal enjoyment. After Keythivak and his poison, I'd gleaned every bit of information about the cruel naga. A minute later she handed a big key to Julia. Looking creepy as usual. There is a huge mistake in thinking sexuality amateur as something you should grow beyond as Hardcore you mature. Joe russian had me straddle Henry’s cock and guided him into my pussy as I sank down to enjoy another cock kissing my cervix. She pretended to struggle.