Yshomatsu entered a small abandoned cave; he stood at a close six feet one inch. A hooded robe came to a stop around deep emerald eyes staring into the cobweb infested area. Neatly close trimmed red goatee around a slight grin. Remembering the cave as it used to be over one hundred years ago, a spot off to the side where his bed mat laid. Many scrolls clumped together for light reading.
Few were left from his order of monks, once the world's most powerful pacifists, fighting only when peace was threatened. Their peace keeping tactics had worked for countless ages. However as they grew more power, many turned to greed. Leading to the whole known world going to war, the world split into smaller factions. All factions tried to conquer the others, to rule the world.
Yshomatsu raised his fists, bending both index and middle fingers out. Moving his hands with lightning speed in a slicing motion in front of himself, Yshomatsu let out a grunt and pushed his hands out. A spark descended from his hands, turning into flame upon touching a carved out fireplace at the center of the cave. Many years practicing the so called magic by the outside world, Yshomatsu had mastered ways to stay young, among many other skills. Being one of the founders of the monk order, only he truly knew how old he was. Yshomatus' body never aged past twenty six.
Sitting down on the cave ground, by the bonfire he created. Yshomatsu crossed his feet, straitening his back and flattening the creases from his monk robes. He placed his hands on his knees; Yshomatsu meditated preparing to enter the dream world. A spirit realm the monks discovered all beings tap into when they dreamed. Unconsciously all living creatures drifted around the lesser levels of the dream world. Each subconscious mind controlled its own part of the dream world's lesser levels.
This cave had once been home to Yshomatsu until the catholic crusades rendered the surrounding area too dangerous to remain. Their order vanished from the wars; the monks realized their place in the world could excel in the shadows. In those days the dream world had only been used by the monks to communicate over long distances, nothing more.
Brief moments to sound alarms to each other or deliver messages created the perfect method for their order to operate around the world. With the monk order spread thin, being able to quickly act without the use of runners was the only reason their plans succeeded. Later they had stretched to meetings within the dream, while their order had grown strong enough to secretly control the outcome of wars if they so wished it.
As a double sided dealer made profits off selling their goods to both sides of enemy forces behind their backs, the monk order thrived behind the scene. They created a mighty underground cartel around the monk order, allowing their order to fade into history, becoming myth.
Taking deep breaths the cave around him began to change. A thick fog filled the cave, unnatural plants erected and descended from between the cracks of the cave. His heart rate lowered beyond that of normal resting heart rates. His body relaxed into a deep sleep state, core body temperature decreased. To anyone in the waking world Yshomatsu would be pronounced dead.
Yshomatsu was returning after so many years in isolated training to the dream world in search of some known associates within his order that had gone missing. With no traces of their bodies Yshomatsu could only assume they were hidden away somewhere while escaping into the dream. No long term side effects from remaining in the dream world were known. Many speculated that the dream had more potential but no one had taken the risk to explore its hidden treasures.
Opening his eyes Yshomatsu looked around, realizing he was in the dream world but something was wrong. Within the thick fog he could barely see through, a foul taste filled his mouth. Evil lurked nearby, something ancient dark and sinister, Yshomatsu never felt anything like it. Yshomatsu slowly moved towards the cave's exit, reaching out he moved the long vines now covering the area aside, peering out into the clearing ahead.
The desert planes that surrounded his cave from decades of warfare, was now a lush jungle. Giant trees littered the area, vines reached between trees. Shrubbery and large trunks filled the ground. Off in the distance he saw a decaying hound wonder into another cave.
"Death in the dream," He asked himself. Confused, Yshomatsu leaps out of his cave, quickly running over to the other cave. Silently he reaches the cave, placing his feet on the on the edge of the cave's entrance. Leaning into the rocks, he looked in to see the badly decaying hound pass around a corner. About to step into the darkness Yshomatsu hears a feint whisper.
"Come to me... submit to the addictive pleasures I offer monk."
Yshomatsu shook his head, looking around but not finding its source. The seductive voice lingered on his mind as he ignored his gut feeling and stepped into the cave after the hound, his footsteps silenced by the moss covered ground. He thought he heard a feminine giggle, but he ignored it, probably just his mind playing tricks on him. He took another deep breath unbeknownst to him, filling his lungs with the tainted fog. He moved forward after a few moments, before he reached the corner ahead where the hound vanished from sight, he heard the feint whisper again.
"Mmm, you smell delicious, your soul is aged like fine wine," a feminine voice said, her voice filled with sinful lust.
Yshomatsu shakes his head trying to clear his clouded mind, only this time it took twice as long. Yshomatsu rubbed his eyes and cleared this throat. He did not notice the thick fog that filled the dream was in fact corrupted and every breath worked against him, slowly weakening his willpower.
Upon reaching the corner Yshomatsu tilted his head over to peer around the caves tunnel. Hoping to go unnoticed he spies into a larger cavern. Seeing his fellow monks Yshomatsu entered the dream to find chained to the walls of the cavern. Their eyes glazed over, with blissful expressions on their faces. All the monks were naked, their bodies hung limp from their chains. The only part of their bodies that looked awake were their massive erections reaching out towards the center of the cave.
Peering over at the cavern's center stood who Yshomatsu could only guess was the feminine voice in his head. Only this was no simple girl, but a Succubus. A foul lesser demon that thrived by seducing men with lustful thoughts, rather than fighting. Sucking out their life force and soul until only a withered shell remained. The longer her process was drawn out, the greater the power the Succubus gained from her victim's souls.
The Succubus was a being whose story has been told throughout history, warning all of mankind of the dangers of sex. Yet the Succubus had always been conceived as a mythological creature and never proven to exist.
