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"So you are wanting me to join you in dream world?" Deima enquired, the long explanation her lord had given mostly flew past her head. Something about facing untold horrors and needing someone whom she could trust to accompany her on this spiritual journey, it was all rather fuzzy but simple answers proved more helpful than these...explanations.

"In a nutshell, yes." Augus sighed, she had time to explain the benefits and downsides of this journey as they made their way across the large lair but even that did not get through to her bodyguard.

"Why so?" The wendigan further enquired. They had arrived at a strange set of doors, they were wooden with strange symbols etched in by large claws. Augus pinched the bridge of her nose with her claws and adjusted her suit.

"Because I need to vent, and if I did that here then everyone within my line of sight would be dead. I have an image to maintain." Deima stared blankly at the pudgy lord before scratching her own horn,

"Is weird, but I am bodyguard so I must help. So how do we get to this dream world?" Augus placed a hand onto the door and pushed, making her way into the room to which Deima followed suit.

"By finding the right demon for the job, which is why we're here." They had stumbled into a large room filled with all sorts of mystical odds and ends, hook-like objects dangled from the ceiling and to the right one could find the shrunken heads of foolish mortals that the resident had collected. What stood in front of them was a strange demon, he was wide and intimidating but he was roughly the same size as Augus herself. His body resembled a aged mole in appearance, he wore simple robes befitting of his status and on his blue chest you could see a fragment of intricate body tattoos edging across the red fabric.

"Ah, Lord Augus! You bless my meagre self with your presence, who's the brute?" Words spat forth from his wrinkled lips like water, he stroked his fine strands that he called a moustache. The upper half of his head was devoid of eyes, instead replaced by tattered bone in the shape of a mask in which more strange etchings were carved in. From his head sprang two giant black horns draped over his neck like a coat, he clacked his teeth together as he rubbed his giant mole-like hands together, Deima noticed that on the back of each palm a red, chaotic eye jutted out.

"That's my bodyguard. Listen I'm not here for excessive amounts of praise, we're here for your dream channelling." The demon smiled as he turned back and fumbled around with his wares.

"Well you've come to the right place, Shénmì knows and does the best dream channelling in this world! Make yourself at home and sit down." He gestured towards the fluffy rug in the middle of the room, to which the two demons laid down on their knees.

"Have not seen him before."

"He tends to keep himself in this place, consulting whatever ancient spirits he comes across for me. He's been in my services ever since I saved his ass four years back, some punks were looking to make some profit off of his talents. Unfortunately I was there, seared their bodies with flame so bad that their clothes were fused to their skin permanently."

"Is tad excessive." Augus raised an eyebrow at the bulky demon.

"You punch my prisoners to a bloody pulp on a daily basis."

"Point taken." Shénmì came back and knelt in between the two demons, he raised his hands in offer. The red eyes bulged out from his hands as if trying to escape from their mortal confines.

"I am ready! Shénmì requires that you place your hand upon my eyes, then you will both be able to enter. Just to let you both know that if you do come back you might be different people, not as in mutations Shénmì is clean on that part." With reluctance Augus placed her hand onto the slimy pupil, while Deima did the same. Deima's eyes widened as she felt every part of her body paralyse with sheer energy, then it relaxed. She could not move any muscle nor think, everything felt limp and loose. She saw Augus slump onto the ground, her hand still on the mystic's eye before she slipped into the darkness.

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And so they enter the the dream world with help from the mystic Shénmì! He was a treat to draw, he's got a very surreal look to him which is perfect for the episode as it relates to dreams.

Hope you enjoy!

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"So you are wanting me to join you in dream world?" Deima enquired, the long explanation her lord had given mostly flew past her head. Something about facing untold horrors and needing someone whom she could trust to accompany her on this spiritual journey, it was all rather fuzzy but simple answers proved more helpful than these...explanations.

"In a nutshell, yes." Augus sighed, she had time to explain the benefits and downsides of this journey as they made their way across the large lair but even that did not get through to her bodyguard.

"Why so?" The wendigan further enquired. They had arrived at a strange set of doors, they were wooden with strange symbols etched in by large claws. Augus pinched the bridge of her nose with her claws and adjusted her suit.

"Because I need to vent, and if I did that here then everyone within my line of sight would be dead. I have an image to maintain." Deima stared blankly at the pudgy lord before scratching her own horn,

"Is weird, but I am bodyguard so I must help. So how do we get to this dream world?" Augus placed a hand onto the door and pushed, making her way into the room to which Deima followed suit.

"By finding the right demon for the job, which is why we're here." They had stumbled into a large room filled with all sorts of mystical odds and ends, hook-like objects dangled from the ceiling and to the right one could find the shrunken heads of foolish mortals that the resident had collected. What stood in front of them was a strange demon, he was wide and intimidating but he was roughly the same size as Augus herself. His body resembled a aged mole in appearance, he wore simple robes befitting of his status and on his blue chest you could see a fragment of intricate body tattoos edging across the red fabric.

"Ah, Lord Augus! You bless my meagre self with your presence, who's the brute?" Words spat forth from his wrinkled lips like water, he stroked his fine strands that he called a moustache. The upper half of his head was devoid of eyes, instead replaced by tattered bone in the shape of a mask in which more strange etchings were carved in. From his head sprang two giant black horns draped over his neck like a coat, he clacked his teeth together as he rubbed his giant mole-like hands together, Deima noticed that on the back of each palm a red, chaotic eye jutted out.

"That's my bodyguard. Listen I'm not here for excessive amounts of praise, we're here for your dream channelling." The demon smiled as he turned back and fumbled around with his wares.

"Well you've come to the right place, Shénmì knows and does the best dream channelling in this world! Make yourself at home and sit down." He gestured towards the fluffy rug in the middle of the room, to which the two demons laid down on their knees.

"Have not seen him before."

"He tends to keep himself in this place, consulting whatever ancient spirits he comes across for me. He's been in my services ever since I saved his ass four years back, some punks were looking to make some profit off of his talents. Unfortunately I was there, seared their bodies with flame so bad that their clothes were fused to their skin permanently."

"Is tad excessive." Augus raised an eyebrow at the bulky demon.

"You punch my prisoners to a bloody pulp on a daily basis."

"Point taken." Shénmì came back and knelt in between the two demons, he raised his hands in offer. The red eyes bulged out from his hands as if trying to escape from their mortal confines.

"I am ready! Shénmì requires that you place your hand upon my eyes, then you will both be able to enter. Just to let you both know that if you do come back you might be different people, not as in mutations Shénmì is clean on that part." With reluctance Augus placed her hand onto the slimy pupil, while Deima did the same. Deima's eyes widened as she felt every part of her body paralyse with sheer energy, then it relaxed. She could not move any muscle nor think, everything felt limp and loose. She saw Augus slump onto the ground, her hand still on the mystic's eye before she slipped into the darkness.

---

And so they enter the the dream world with help from the mystic Shénmì! He was a treat to draw, he's got a very surreal look to him which is perfect for the episode as it relates to dreams.

Hope you enjoy!