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Dear reader,

I am unsure how to handle the revelation that Zelb imparted upon me. If we had known that she could be so easily dealt with before she had possessed me, then I would never have traveled here to Anteronia to begin with. This demonic possession vexes me to no end, and she finds more ways to make me question my ability to counter her constant reminders of my failure. I must hasten my search to find a demonologist who could remove Zelb from me. Unfortunately, I am wanted by the Judicators of the city, and, as such, my search must be made in secret.

My hiding away has afforded me more time to observe Eshere and Sis. I cannot help but pay attention to their curious anatomies. Neither are they mindless, like the slimes of my home nor do they seem to possess a transferred intelligence as is the case of the Alchemist named Stalish. Eshere is rather quiet, but prone to being helpful. Sis, on the other hand, is quite friendly, and often intimate with me.

Sis cannot speak for itself, as it is a particularly ancient form of protoplasmic matter, one that Eshere had no word for, yet I know well on my own. While their kind is not unknown to adventurers around the world, the Dragon's Heir tribe is more than lucky to have never run into a mimic. How one could come to a city, let alone survive to become the size of a house is a story, indeed!

I asked Eshere about this since we are able to more easily communicate. The following, then, is a transcription of her telling of the tale:

As far as I can tell, Sis has been here as long as there were people. Anteronia wasn't always this bustling city. It was a place of nature. The earliest memories she had were of ambushing small creatures, disguising herself as the carcasses of tiny beetles and letting the bigger scavengers come to her. Eventually, though, the animals disappeared as the humans arrived, centered around her home.

She didn't stay small, and as she grew, more and more of her was able to become all sorts of different things. Thanks to humans, she had inspiration for new shapes and textures. She developed eyes to see and ears to hear, but not as you have. More like what I have. I'm sorry. It's not easy to convey this information. I may adopt your shapes, but I don't understand vertebrates well. It's something I'm learning quickly, though. Again, sorry."

[Tik's Note: At this point, I assured her that it was fine and that she should continue.]

Sis learned to understand the ways of the people, and soon, even found herself watching some of the ancient ceremonies performed there. 'Great Spirits,' apparently, the deities are called. I think her old home is what is now the Temple District. If I understand her correctly, her first real connection to humanity came from a priestess.

The priestess made sure to participate in all of her rites and to give glory to the Great Spirit. One way to do that was with a particular ritual, where the priestess sat in front of the altar, a structure that no longer exists. She would then take out a mortar and pestle and grind up herbs. Sis had eaten such things when hunting meat was too dangerous. The priestess then raised the bowl up and then poured the mixture down over the divine statue, coating it in a slick red. She would then wrap her fingers around it, making sure to rub in the mix until the whole thing was glistening in the candlelight.

It was a fascinating sight each night, and Sis wondered why the priestess did it. One day, though, the priestess did not come as she usually did, and Sis pondered what had happened. When the time came again, and the priestess did not arrive a second time, Sis slid out from her hiding spot, bringing with her the berries used in the ritual. She then formed the proper tools out of herself and worked the mixture into the pasty juice. Then, she wrapped her tendrils around the pole and--

Crack!

She snapped the statue clean apart! She hadn't time to figure out what to do next when the ground shook with the tread of human feet. She did the only thing she could think of and molded herself in the shape of the broken statue. She couldn't get rid of the mixture she had made, and so she consumed the berries then and there. She had never had so many at once before. Their bitterness was always something she took in as a last resort when food was scarce. It made her feel strange, buzzy, perhaps?

Then, the door opened, and in stepped another woman, dressed in the fineries of the priestess. This one looked different than the priestess that Sis once knew. She was fresher.

She performed the ritual as before, and Sis sat there, petrified at the thought of what might happen if she was finally discovered by the humans. But as the woman ground up the herbs, she did something that Sis had never seen before. She undid the coverings upon her body and let it them fall by the wayside. She then tilted her head back, opening her mouth and pouring the liquid into her face hole. She let the rest of the juice run down over her flesh mounds and body until she was the one glistening in red.

Then, this fresh priestess scooted forward, and she rose herself up and spread her bottom tentacles, er, legs, giving Sis a scene she had never seen before, the thing slit between the legs and… I'm sorry I need to take a break a moment.

Eshere's discomfort hinted at me the nature of the ritual, and from my study, I have discovered what happened next. Upon the death of the former priestess of the Great Anteronian Spirit, a new priestess is called. A virgin who would consume the ritualistic concoction, an aphrodisiac of potent power, indeed.

It seems spirituality is healthy here in Anteronia. What was once a place entirely of flesh seems to have merit in the other world. Perhaps, then, in learning more about these rituals, I can find a means to rid myself of Zelb's possession.

But, to learn what happened with Sis's life, I need to work on Eshere's discomfort in the world of the erotic.

Easier said than done, Tik Tik. Oh, what a bother, indeed.