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"Yes indeed... Those that have wielded me prior have had an effect on me, my first wielder taught me the most, considering that I essentially had no personality at the time. Well I suppose I must have had some personality, but overall there was not much. My first wielder taught me quite a bit about the world and taught me kindness. The second taught me how to stand up for myself, she was brave and powerful, but very headstrong at times... I miss her honestly, but that is life I suppose. A couple thousand years ago I had a third wielder, but that's a story I prefer not to go into for now. I am an amalgamation of their personalities, with a bit of what I was born with. I wonder what you might add to it all" The Tome would wonder for a moment, always having found that its wielders tended to add a little bit in, though the amount sometimes differed depending on how long the person had them, or perhaps it was simply how much they used it. Either way, it didn't know what would be added, or how much it would have from its wielders, only knowing that it would take something. "An excellent ending to the story, might I add. Enough room in case we ever want to pick it up again, but at the very least there is an ending for the story that had been started." It would compliment, always ready to compliment good work done, even when it had felt a bit annoyed about being accused of inducing paranoia. The game had been enjoyable to it, and so it wanted to thank the angel for it now that everything was done.
"The War of the Tomes was one about power... The supposed 'light' side said they wanted to protect, yet the weapons that we saw made, the level of destruction they needlessly caused, and we both decided that neither side was doing what was right, neither cared about the innocents being caught within the crossfire of their war. So... at first we just did everything we could to protect those caught in the middle, keeping them safe wherever we could. But things continued to spiral further and further out of control. Hundreds of worlds were pulled apart in the crossfire. That's part of the reason why I am here... I promised to do everything that I could to prevent that from ever happening again." The Tome further explained, telling Deva a bit of information about the own war that it had done its best to avoid, just wanting to hold things together in the hope that things would come to an end and peace could be restored. Of course, it never went the way that either side wanted, and really it still didn't like thinking back to that time if it didn't have to, as it still remembered all the terrible things that it had seen, all the people that had been harmed all for nothing, all for two sides that both thought that their way was the only way for things to continue. "My first owner, they hated the batlle between 'light and darkness' that the sides had turned it into. She had told me once the same thing that you say now, suppressing one's darkness gives it power. When you try to suppress it, you acknowledge that it could have some power over you and that it NEEDS to be suppressed. Instead she faced her own, and found that the worlds of light and dark sinned equally in different ways. It was one of the many reasons that she found no true place in the war, and why we refused to pick sides, why neither side could convince her to join, despite having friends that stood on both sides of the fighting..."
However, the Tome would go silent while Deva recanted the story of Sahia, though if Deva focused she could feel a sensation of sadness and pain coming from the Tome, part of it coming from it feeling her story, and part of it coming from its own memories. It would remain silent for a few moments, thinking about what it could say to something like that, until it finally started to piece a proper response together. "I... I can not tell you that this feeling gets any better... But if it is of any condolences to you... I actually DO know what you tell me about. Not everything I see is words, wielders and other Tomes are the only things that keep me from any sort of loneliness... Well, during the war I watched as what was essentially my entire world crumble before my eyes. My first wielder... she sacrificed herself to properly end the world, casting me off so that someone remained in case this kind of thing ever happened again... I lost the only person that I could confide in and was left drifting in an empty void of words... Knowing that those words were happy, but that I was alone again. My second wielder... she died of old age as well... I still look over our last conversation every now and then... but she grew old while I remained behind, the world returning to nothing more than words all over again. The only person in my entire universe died... and I was left to continue on, to live through it all... I... I do not wish to talk about my third wielder, but when I was with them, we had found two other Tome wielders and they had worked together... In one fell swoop they were gone, and it was once again left to me. Despite how many people I had found that time, things returned to nothingness all over again and I was left as just myself. I do not know if I will eventually age and die, but after so long it still doesn't even feel close. And after so long I saw that another Tome survived the war... and then I realized that despite it all I would have to stop them, rather than simply have the feeling of company all over again..." Suddenly Deva would feel a hand on her shoulder, supportive and caring, and if she turned to look she'd see a humanoid figure made completely of words, jumbled together to create a solid body that seemed to be trying to comfort her in some form. "This pain is intense... and it won't get easier... But if it's any help, I KNOW that pain, I have felt that pain so intensely more than once... And if it helps you in any way... I do not plan on leaving you unless you wish me to." It would say, rubbing her shoulder a bit, though Isa would still seem to not be able to see any of it, only listening to Deva's story, her eyes watering a bit at the thought of what the angel was talking about.
"________ is one that can be understood... that is part of what makes this even more difficult. I know that she thinks herself doing what is right... and that were it not for how she wishes to do it, I might have been able to talk with her... Instead she needs to be stopped in some way. I suppose I could look at the bright side... I found you." The Tome would explain, glad to have found someone that was worth being its wielder, someone that was able to understand all sorts of things, and didn't just see it as a tool that could be used only in certain situations. "I can tell you one thing... In all my life, thousands of years, I can tell you of one thing that I know. Every story has an ending... One day or another, you will be able to rest... who knows what that situation might entail... but I have yet to see a story without an ending." It would tell her, giving the only bit of advice that it thought would be helpful in this situation.
"Not every story has a nice ending... But whatever mine might be, I look forward to it all the same." It would answer, the feelings of guilt seeming to dissipate a bit as the Tome was held close, then the eyes and solid form would completely fade away, and Deva could feel that the Tome had used up just a little bit of energy to do all that. Isa, meanwhile, was just starting to get over her fear from the whole angry Deva thing. "Y-Yeah... a bit of a face there... I thought that Serp got really intimidating when he was angry... But I hope that the two of you have worked out whatever the problem was... Wouldn't want the powerful book of reality warping to be upset with the incredible angel spellcaster that seems to be able to handle every problem thrown at her..." The ice mage would respond, glad that the two parts of her rather odd situation weren't currently at odds with one another.

When told, Isa would stop looking away from what Deva was doing, her face still bright red from the things that she was currently doing and had planned for the dryad that they had fought only a few stories ago. "I mean... I know it's better than being dead... but it's still not exactly a fate that I'd be lining up for... Nor is it one that I would necessarily decide to go with immediately for any of my enemies so far." At least, for now when she thought about it, there wasn't really anything that she had run into so far that she would have thought enslaving would be the best idea for it all. Though the Tome would have a little bit more to say when it came to being 'better' than someone else. "I do not make my choices based on trying to be any 'better' than those that have used those methods. I choose things based on what feels right to me. Yes, it would be 'fair' for us to inflict the same pains on others that they inflict, however, I can not do those kinds of things without feeling that I am doing wrong. Whether I am better than them or not is of no difference to me, even if I am just as bad as them for the things that I plan to do, there are just some things that I find inherently wrong, and so I can't bring myself to use those methods, not without an intense amount of guilt at least. However... I personally don't see as much wrong with enslaving those that seek to enslave others. It is far more preferable to killing them or imprisoning them and just hoping that they can not escape from their bondage. Of course, the best option would be if they were able to be talked down from their ways without the need for violence or anything else... but it seems we are rather far past that point right now." It would explain, giving its own view on what was right and wrong, and how it judged things. It didn't think with a specific moral code, it didn't have a specific philosophy, it just personally knew what it wasn't ok with, and what it felt was the right course of action given the situation at hand.
The dryad, meanwhile, would shudder some more as she felt Deva's gentle voice right in her ear, smiling widely at the softness of her voice, her own confusion helping immensely with softening her up for Deva's methods. "So beautiful... You made it? So nice... thank you... something even more beautiful? Need to let you to see it... Let you in... let you in... let Mistress in... Grow empty and let Mistress in to see more beautiful things..." Azalea would repeat along with Deva's soft and gentle chanting, her pliant mind being filled with things to focus on before she could get her thoughts in order from being suddenly pulled before her. "Letting Mistress' will in at all timessss..." Then her eyes would grow wide for a moment, before they grew empty and blank, her mind marinating in soft and wonderful magic that left her even more docile than she had a few moments ago, her entire body giving a gentle shiver in pleasure as Deva's finger pushed further and further into her ear, helping to fill her mind. She'd softly sigh as her eyes went completely blank, only the slightest hint of life left in them as she listened to the angel speak.
Azalea would let out a soft moan as she was told to focus on the wonderful feelings building within her, the sensation of giving over control to someone else. It was ecstatic, safe, alluring, and she found herself yearning for it deep down already, the very thought of it causing a small shudder to slide down her spine. "Feels... feels so gooooodd... Can't stop it no matter what... Too good to stop..." She would quickly agree, wanting nothing more right now than to have her will subsumed by the wonderful Mistress that had her in her arms right now Despite everything that she might have said before, her mind had become docile and fertile, taking in everything that the angel was saying and quickly taking them deep into her very soul. Her nipples would already be hard when Deva's hands slipped under her leafy clothing, giving a ragged breath and very softly pressing her breasts into her hands. The magic still would flow into her, filling her body as she was toyed with by her Mistress, as the ideas of docility were flowing into her. Another coo would escape her lips, this was how it felt to start becoming a loyal slave to a Mistress like Deva. Then she would close her eyes to better imagine the picture that Deva wanted to paint, of soft and fertile soil in the ground, and she was the soil. Her, an avatar of nature was a wide area of fertile soil, able to support the lives of so many plants depending what was put there. And yet, despite how safe and nice she was feeling, thinking of that soil being manipulated made a deep seated part of her upset. Her face would seem to grow a bit concerned for a moment as she felt upset at the idea of something disrupting that soil, at the thought of something tampering with the inherent beauty of nature. A gentle hand parting her soil... that was wrong wasn't it? That thought would be quickly interrupted as Deva spread her lower lips, pushing two fingers in and making Azalea's eyes flutter a bit in pleasure, that train of thought lifting for a moment and her expression softening out. She could imagine it, a gentle hand parting her soil and planting a seed deep in that wonderfully fertile ground, cultivating life within her. "Mmmnngghhh... I can see you... Ooooooohhh... parting my soil... planting a seed... planting your will so deep into the soil... letting it nurture and grow... cultivating that seed..." She would let out yet another moan as those fingers pushed even deeper inside of her, feeling the resistance draining out of her, the wonderful relaxation spreading through her as Deva's will began to be planted in her mind, her nature of vengeance and anger slowly shifting to a softer nature. Her soul turning to one of nurture and subservience, letting her mind slowly submit to Deva's will, letting it fill her mind as she gave herself over to it. "Yes... letting those plants grow strong in me... my soil... letting your will grow strong as you protect it... nurturing the strong plants you keep in me... Have to be soil, provide and serve, give your seeds room to grow and thrive in my mind. Need to use it to grow your will into my mind... Plants blossoming in fertile soil... That is nature... Can't fight nature..." She would swiftly agree, her mind filling with the picture of being planted with Deva's will, her body writhing in pleasure as Deva pumped in and out, emphasizing that connection in the dryad's mind.
But even with all of that, there was anger deep down in the dryad of nature being manipulated in some way... and there were still so many others out in the world causing damage to nature, people that made her grow so incredibly upset. The mere idea of it made her blood start to boil, and her calm expression was slowly starting to shift, anger threatening to overcome her all over again as she thought about the things that people did to nature, the abuse that constantly went on around the world. Though her expression would calm ever so slightly when she was once again presented with a seed for her fertile soil. "Yes... nurture another seed... deep in fertile soil for you..." She would agree as she felt those wings wrap in around her. "Pouty when someone hurts nature? N-No... NO... angry... Can't be 'pouty' at that... Terrible... TERRIBLE... C-Can't allow it... No..." She would fight at the very thought of not being angry at something like that. It was part of who she was... seeing someone harm nature didn't make her 'pouty' it enraged her beyond all belief, it drove her to want to tear something or someone to shreds just for doing something so heinous. It wasn't something she would allow, it wasn't something that she could force herself to tolerate, it drove her nearly insane whenever she saw it. Even with how deep under she was, it seemed that her mind refused to budge on that issue, at least, not with what Deva had already done so far. Something like that was part of her very being, that was something that she couldn't easily cast off. It would be akin to someone trying to force Deva into using necromancy to raise the dead and then try and kill others... it was anathema to the dryad that had spent her whole life protecting nature. "Y-You won't harm nature though... Can obey you... Can nurture your will..." She would agree, her mind able to move past that part to the other things that Deva had to say. "Want... want to serve... want purpose... Please... Please give me purpose! Please give me your seeds!" She would moan out in agreement, convulsing a bit in pleasure as her clit was toyed with, the magic filling her and flushing out everything that could possibly be removed from the dryad.