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I often struggle to reflect on the weaknesses of human beings.

This controversial aspect has always attracted my attention and aroused in me

a strong feeling of compassion and curiosity.

Why has the divine created such a perfect machine and at the same time so

weak and penetrable?

I remember the last provocation that I had fun doing on a small community of

former drug addicts lodged at a recovery institute immersed in the wonderful

Tuscany countryside.

Few female guests are willing to face their stupid problems in the attempt to

find the so-called way of normality.

Incomprehensible beings who consider a life without vices healthy, but who for

a long time have lived with them without being able to do without them.

What compassion!

in their poor eyes, desirous of pleasures now forgotten.

But you must never forget that we must not lose the strength to react,

otherwise it is the end.

And then he, redeemer of souls lost in the sin of drugs,

lover of sweet animals and theorist of healthy civil life,

Maestro di vita e di speranza, illuminato da una luce di bontà e

virtuosismo divino.

Fu proprio a lui che mi dedicai per primo.

Sorprenderlo nelle sue debolezze della carne fu cosa facilissima, e per

guidarlo sulla strada del peccato scelsi il mio angelo della tentazione.

Ma chi siete voi?

Io non vi conosco.

Tranquillo, non voglio farti nulla.

Piuttosto, come sono le ragazze?

Non sono male.

Se le desideri, seguimi.

I'll see you guys later, bye.

Oh, God.

Oh, yeah.

I'm sorry.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, my

God.

Oh, God.

The girls could not understand what was really happening and began to confide in

each other, imagining who was inexistent. The most incredible thing is

that we had the same dream and this had never happened to me before.

It's a rather unusual thing. It could be the effects of your drug addiction.

I also thought the same thing, but what seems really strange to me is that we

both dreamed that those men possessed us and this surely... I disturbed their

dreams by realizing how much they actually wanted.

And my angels of temptation were nothing more than the reincarnation of their

known pleasures.

Uh-huh.

Amen.

The psychologist of the community gave valuable advice and asked the girls

questions about their stories. Of course I believe it.

Are you sure?

Very sure.

Do you know that what they told me is very serious?

Of course.

It was enough to enter his mind to gently penetrate the mask of virtue that

reigned in him.

Ah.

Ah. Ah.

Ah!

Ah!

Uh-huh.

I continued to play with their stupid consciences in the hope that someone

would oppose my temptations.

I would have loved to tame their spiritual resistances, but unfortunately

this did not happen.

Ah!

Huh?

Nobody could resist my temptations, and this provoked in me a double feeling.

On the one hand, the confirmation of my charisma in contemporary society, and on

the other, the denial of the pleasure of penetrating their moral barriers.

Everything that will happen between us tonight, know that it must remain an

absolute secret.

To conclude the game, I too want to remember the ancient pleasures of flesh,

and to do so, I used the guidance of my angel of temptation.

Continue.

Oh, si.

Continuo a soquear.

You're beautiful.

Good,

keep going like this. Don't stop, keep going.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Do you like it, baby?

Do you like to be brushed?

You like it, don't you?

Enjoy it, honey.

You're driving me crazy.

Oh.

Now you know who I am. My name is... Devil.