Lilitu: The Memoirs of a Succubus
Though my body was exhausted, anticipation was welling up inside me, propelling me onwards.
Finally, after about a half hour, I reached the pillar. I turned my gaze up, and made out a door on the ceiling, as though the pillar were a bridge.
Large spikes jutted out of the pillar. I could use them to climb up. Unfortunately, they, too, were covered in needles. I hoped my fingers wouldn’t fall off by the end of this.
As I approached, a glimmer caught my eye. The base of the pillar was decorated with hundreds of stone hands, connected to arms that intertwined like a sea of snakes. Embedded in the palm of one stone hand was a long, silver sword.
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