Luseal insisted on being the first exposed to Lilith’s true self, but my symbiote made a convincing argument as to why he would be best suited for that role; Being from her home dimension and all. Luseal was the second to enter her mind; Able to provide Junior with her protection. And Finally I was the last to gain access to Lillith’s untarnished internal dialogue. Jr. and Luseal insisted that it was unnecessary for me to join, and that it would be safer for me to wait until they could completely explore Lilith’s mind, but I ignored them; I believed that Lilith had already been given the chance to kill me and could probably be trusted at this point.

  Upon viewing Lilith’s mind and acquiring a more detailed sense of the energy she had spoken of; I recognized similarities between this soul essence and the feeling I would get when sleeping, more specifically when sleeping with Dash around… I thought to myself “Dash is a stupid name for a girl isn’t it.”, and briefly considered renaming her before reality hit me like a sledgehammer to the stomach. I had learned all that I wanted to know for now, I had confirmed that Lilith was telling the truth when she told me that my soul would recuperate the energy she took from me, it would take a few days at most. And I assimilated the rituals she had spoken of regarding the ability to harness, utilise, and exchange soul essence. Drawing on my new access to the demonic language perhaps said energy would be better described as Qi or Chi, but perhaps not. I decided to continue the domination of Lilith’s will a little longer. As it was a pleasant turning of the tables from our most recent clash. But I’m glad that I dug a little deeper, because I discovered advanced rituals. The ability to consume other’s, or grow your own chi levels.

  After the ritual was completed, Lilith became a constant presence, alongside my Symbiote; Junior. And Luseal.

  When I next heard back from H.Q. they had far surpassed my expectations. They showed me properties of lightning I never thought possible. Magnetic fields created by metallic coils. And electric current by moving magnets over coils. They had created switches and motors, relays, and solenoids; We had invented electromechanics.

  I wanted to use the strange infinity generator device I had taken from the orc as a power source for my horse, but the wizards down in R&D were already developing the Hellsing Steed Mk. III. Comfortable shock absorption, more realistic movements, 2300% efficiency! Truly futuristic stuff…. Back then when standards were far different anyway. (oh and the engineers in R&D aren’t actually wizards, well some probably are but I wasn’t speaking literally.)

  Once my new steed was complete I was able to go back on the road disseminating much of our technological advancements, while also making quite a profit for myself. Many miles and seasons later I noticed that I was being followed by a pale woman. I felt like she wanted me to see her but every time I attempted to confront her she would seem to disappear. I felt out for a soul and she felt familiar to me, but she began to mask her presence, probably when she sensed me clumsily attempting to detect her very soul. The next time I was gathering information from a local guild I spotted her once again. She was entering a pub and I couldn't resist, so I followed her.

  I entered the nearly deserted establishment and spotted the girl sitting alone off in a little nook away from the bar. She made eye contact with me and began to smile, it looked like she tried to hide the smile making her look utterly adorable. She waved me over to join her. She had fair skin and white hair, she was almost inhumanly pristine. I gladly joined her and began to interrogate her as she just sat there with a smile on her face.

  After running out of steam and venting and running out of steam again she spoke a few short words in an unfamiliar language. She said something else and started to guide me upstairs to the rooms. The following chain of events, was as confusing as it was erotic, but simply put, VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV

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  That night? … ((maybe I can add more here after the wrightathon is over lmao!))

  After falling asleep I felt a full on dream link with an intimately familiar presence. Since becoming host and companion to a variety of spectral entities I had been unable to dream, but that night I entered the dreamworld of another being. It was Dash and there was nothing going to convince me otherwise.

  The next morning when we looked into each other's eyes, there was an understanding that hadn't been there the previous night, at least from my end. She lowered her mental barrier and let me feel the presence of her soul. Astonishment and compassion filled our faces as I reached to embrace her when the realisation of our situation began to sink in.

  I shouted “Why does every woman have the need to jump me?!” and I actually got an answer, a satisfying one! The reason was simple, and it was because I wanted them to; My symbiote explained. Jr. could detect when I was sexually attracted to another and released pheromones using my original bodies glands, enhanced with the reanimating lifeblood of vampires; Necroplasem, if you wish.

  It took me a while to process the series of events…. Had the only woman who ever truly chose to take me as her lover been Lady Darkrose? Did Lilith and Eve both count as the same person? … and then there was… I was shocked and a little appalled with myself, but quickly realised that I didn’t know it was Dash… But she must have known it was me… But last night I mean how did Dash even know what to do? …. Although, she was the pet dragon that had been present on my birthday, the first night I spent *cough* with Lady Darkrose…. That’s kind of hot! In a weird kinky fucked up kinda way. I guess…

  So I instructed my symbiote to “Stop squirting pheromones everywhere whenever I see a pair of tits I like.” and I was finally able to begin a… relatively fresh discourse with Dash. She started by handing me a book… No actually she started by getting dressed. And going to her things and fetching an exquisitely adorned tome. I averted my eyes until I could sense her spirit’s tension fade away, and figured she must have felt presentable.

  Upon closer inspection I could tell that the book was written in the same language that was found in the royal dungeon’s lobby floors; It was written in draconic. I studied the texts feverishly in a desperate attempt to open a clear line of communication, but it seemed hopeless. The syntax was nothing like any other language I had encountered. Draconic seemed to have some intriguing properties.

  Dash would repeat a phrase while pointing at the book and laughing to herself. And after a few days of studying the text she wrote some words on a piece of paper and pointed to each word repeating the sounds she had been saying, she repeated this a few times before pointing at the book and laughing much harder than before.

  I spoke out loud and read english books to Dash hoping that she could pick up some common tongue, or even to read and write. Finally, like a nervous four year old I introduced myself. “I am Spike.” I said hoping for some kind of a dialogue. She burst into laughter spraying her spit directly in my face. I have to say; For a simulated lady, she sure produced an awful lot of saliva. I couldn't help but laugh as well and finally She answered.

“I know you Spike.” she said in broken english. She frowned and then spoke again “I…“ she paused, and let out a frustrated huff. “Dash, Pearl…. Dash….” she trailed off in draconic, the consonants seemed rather elaborate for a humanoid mouth. So I interrupted.

“Pearl, that’s very appropriate.” I reached out my hand to shake hers, as stupid as it felt after spending days together already. But thankfully, she took my hand and shook it proudly.

  It took months for me to pick up any draconic aside from the phrase Dash,, err, Pearl had been repeating. The first full sentence we managed to translate, the one she had written on the piece of paper; Said “I stole this book from my father!”. So finally, I was able to join in on her laughter.