Imu looked down at his toady companion that sat next to his wicker-chair and whispered, “I should have known this place was too good to be true… It’s a blessed tourist trap for indoctrination!” “My Lady was so pleased with my work performance that she sent me here! She’s forgotten to send me back to the Mortal Realm though, so I’ve been using the opportunity to preach to all those who come here.”
“But you must know that I’m not one of her witless flock of brainwashed humans! Look at me! I’m clearly a Guiding Fairy! This is clearly not the Mortal Realm either! I mean, how did you even come to be here in the first place!? I thought only people like me were allowed to traverse the figment between realms!” “Lady Light teaches us that there is no such thing as a day of rest, when the world is still inhabited by infidels!” She got up from her chair, and, sure enough, it was the very same Missionary that had found their town and nearly caused a very irate Goddess to wipe them from existence. “Please, I’m on a vacation! And so are you, by the look of things!” “Hi there! Would you like to hear about our Lady and Saviour, Lady Light?” With a yawn, he took a peek around and made the big mistake of locking eyes with a woman who lay only a few metres away on her own massaging wicker-chair. The magic imbued into the wicker-chair made it capable of vibrating such that it released all the tension in his body and made his chubby flesh soft like a newborn babe’s. He leant back more and let out an audible sigh of contentment.
Toads were genuinely beginning to terrify him. He was unsure if she drank it because she genuinely liked the taste or because it looked like blood. Goldie sat next to him, lapping up her eighth bowl of strawberry daiquiri. Imu was leaned back in the wicker-chair on the shore of the paradise realm he had been teleported to.
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