Sunlight filled my eyes as I awoke, my body screaming in agony as I forced myself to sit up. Wait a moment, I thought to myself, how does my body hurt? Looking down at myself I cursed. Those bastards had me trapped in a damned human body again!
Maybe I should explain myself. I am a spirit. Most of you would call me a god, but that word is meaningless to me. There are others of course; we embody an aspect of humanity to its absolute fullest: Wrath, Honor, Envy, Joy, and Hope just to name a few. I am Lust, eternally committed to enjoying the absolute most of anything sexual.
There are far too many of us to create a true list of us. Many years ago the others got bored with our lack of anything to truly do. We decided to create a race that held a piece of all of us in it. Initially we walked among you, but wars raged regularly when those of you that more closely resembled one of us in personality disagreed with another. We eventually agreed that we should just watch the world and not interfere with anything.
Later on in your history, spirits would be trapped in a mortal shell to quell our aspects for a time being. It was much like our version of time out. I myself had been a victim of this punishment numerous times. It was irritating to say the least, we could no longer fly and our vision becomes ridiculously dim. Why we designed you with eyes that could see such a small spectrum of light is beyond me.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, I got off the ground trying to get a feeling of where I was. I lurched around dumbly on my new man-legs, and stumbled out of the alleyway that I had found myself in. I turned down street as a terrible noise deafened my sound receptors (ears I believe you call them). As I ambled down the street full of people, I couldn't help but notice that other people kept staring at me, as if I was some kind of monstrosity.
Most of the people gave me looks of disgust as they brushed by me. I didn't understand until a new noise swept over me, a siren blared obnoxiously loud and as I turned to its source I was consequently blinded by a series of flashing lights on its top.
As I stared at this new chariot on the road, a door opened and I could swear that what stepped out was the aspect of Love made flesh. The woman was roughly 5' 8", with blonde hair that was tied in a bun and had the most striking ice blue eyes that seemed to see my true being. I could see her exquisite form even through her uniform. It seemed that her luscious breasts were trying to escape through. I knew only one thing: that I had to make this creature my play thing.
