“Hey, do you wanna hear a story?” the little blonde elf asked. “Hold on a second.” I said, gathering my bearings, “Who are you? What are you? Are you untethered?” “I wrote it last night.” The elf grinned, “I know I was supposed to be asleep, but I was just so excited to write!” “That’s not what I asked…” I trailed off. This elf girl wasn’t real. She was a memory, and I had the sickening feeling that I knew exactly who she was. Her irises were sapphire like Aunt Lucilla’s, and her sclera bore the same hue, but the pussy eating orb of her eye was separated from the backdrop by a ring of white. “Eh-em.” Joy cleared her throat, then stood up straight, “To my Mommy and Daddy, the bestest two people in the whole wide world.” Joy paused to grin coyly at me, shrugging her shoulders with childlike insecurity. Then, she began, “There once was a little girl, who found a ruby and a pearl, she put them in her little box, and turned the key on her little lock.” Joy grinned up at me, the slightest glint of avarice in her sapphire eye, “She really liked shiny stuff, a little diamond in the rough, but they didn’t give her cumshot the kind of glee, that she got from her family.” Joy smiled again, this time with an expression full of love, “We are all in this together, love entwined, bound and tethered, nothing will pull us apart, because nothing’s stronger than the heart!” Joy finished with a little bounce of her blowjob toes, then bowed grandly, her platinum hair flopping over her face. I stared at her, stunned and confused, then began to clap. Joy flipped her head upright, and showed a red face twisted in hatred, white eyes burning from white sclera, rimmed with black. “You killed her.” Hatred whispered to me, her voice low and wavering, “You killed her, you killed her, you killed her, YOU KILLED HER, YOU KILLED HER, YOU KILLED HER!” I stumbled backward, and she advanced, her steps purposeful and threatening, her stride impossibly fast. “YOU KILLED HER, YOU KILLED HER, YOU KILLED HER!” And Hatred collapsed, turning into a wretched being of jagged glass, then one of steel, then of silver, and finally, she rose as the golden figure of Greed. She stopped for a moment, looking around confusedly, not seeing me at all. She touched a hand to her face, and I noticed there were black fingerprints on her cheek. It looked like Corruption had laid a gentle hand on Greed’s face, but by the unrecognizing expression in Greed’s eyes, it appeared that Greed didn’t retain any of the memories Hatred seemed to have for her sister. “Who did blonde Corruption kill?” I asked, knowing Greed couldn’t answer me. It was just a memory, after all, an abstraction like the paintings in Wrath and Hatred’s centers. This was another of Guilt’s realms, and this memory was the only thing in it. Greed turned to Sorrow before my eyes, her blue face slack in unrecognizing confusion. I guess it was that expression that haunted Guilt, that look of unknowing. Maybe it was better for her if her sister hated her, than if she didn’t remember her. “Did you kill Joy, Corruption?” I asked the void as Sorrow receded into the darkness, “Or did you kill your mother?” “ Did you, Diamond? ” an unwanted emotion teased in my mind. I sighed, and looked up. There was only one way out of here, and it meant making me feel like a total piece of shit. But, there was no way around it. I took a deep breath, and let the guilt wash over me. When I was well-past suicidal, I found myself standing on Corruption’s footprints at the entrance Hardcore to the spire. “Do you want to just be this brief memory Brian had while he was cumshot at the con?” Kelly asked, dropping her voice to a provocative whisper. “She does take a bit of getting used to Grace. “Ahhh!” I groan. Eldon crowed in triumph. The torch beam stayed on me as I finished off then stood up. Ooh, you're making me feel amazing. Carl applied it well; again, she had to count, again, the pain was intense. From the buff bod and dark even tan, I guessed Hardcore he had to be one of the seasonal locals. I gasped. Placing the gag blowjob around her mouth as she sobbed. “That’s great; they’re wonderful people and they deserve the best. My room is the first one on the left. I moaned with mounting pleasure, feeling a blonde familiar twitching sensation begin to pussy eating build in my loins. She stiffened, not used to being touched by a stranger like this. Soon we were holding hands and looking each other in the eyes. I thought I'd die right there on the spot. I lapped at her cunt as I moaned. Ahhhhh…” I moans more.