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While they managed to get the curses removed, at great personal expense, Geary couldn't restore what they had taken away, either their levels or their dignity. They weren't even a full-fledged mage anymore, but a 'Mage in Training'. The imp refused to let such a humiliating experience end their career, though. They worked their way up from the lowest ranks before, doing it again would be trivial. They still remembered all their spells, they just couldn't cast them yet, so all they had to do was get stronger! And they knew the fastest way to get through the first hurdle...
The Temple of the Mind was a low-level dungeon that preyed on its trespassers insecurities and self-deceptions. The more strongly adventurers rejected the truth it showed them, the more powerful the temple's defenses would become. Those who failed to accept their truths to the end would be afflicted by a potent curse and banished from the temple for a month's time. Such a curse couldn't be dispelled, it would only end when the bearer accepted the truths they denied. Of course, Geary had already completed the temple back when they were first starting their adventuring career, so it couldn't throw anything at them that they hadn't already dealt with.
Or, so they thought. As they entered the dungeon, they immediately felt the sensation of being watched by countless people. They had an exhibitionist streak, so that was to be expected. It still flustered them a bit, but they had accepted that part of themself. The imp's confidence soared higher as the familiar challenge was levied against them and easily brushed off, and so they ventured deeper... where they began to hear distant giggling and muffled laughter as well. That was strange, they didn't enjoy being humiliated.
A mere moment later, they found themself wearing a onesie patterned like their normal poncho, though they didn't notice straight away. Their attention was drawn to the two doorways opposite of each other as they reached a fork in the hall. Both had magic wards, one-way entrances that bore runes reading, 'A longer, easier route for those who need help' and 'A shorter, more difficult route for those who need no help'. They confidently strode through the second doorway, since they didn't need anyone's help.
The imp now stood before the final judge of the temple, a massive, imposing statue with three pairs of arms covering its eye, ears, and mouth. Quick indeed! Only, they felt a distressingly familiar sensation around their lap and a glance down revealed not just their change in wardrobe, but the massive diaper underneath, not even obscured by the onesie! They didn't belong in diapers, and they certainly didn't enjoy them, why in the world were they wearing something like this this time around?
"Thou art a fool to deceive thyself in mine presence," a mighty voice rumbled from the statue, "If thou had taken the longer route, thou might've come to accept thyself before meeting me, but thou art clearly not ready for mine blessing."
Deceive themself? Geary had never-
Before they could complete the thought, a ray of magic burst from the statue and struck the demon. The curse left nothing ambiguous, they knew in their core, they were no longer a Mage in Training, but a Mage in Potty Training. As the scenery changed around them to the temple's exterior, they could already feel their lap growing warm.Art @
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Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Imp
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