A body of lust has no place in morality. What can Shian do when everyone he passes pressed their bodies against his? Who was he if he doesn’t accept such rare desserts set in front of him? He would be a fool, he knew. That’s why he has never rejected a single plate, yet the world he settled in rejects him. Immoral! They had shouted with angry voices. Disgusting. They had stared with jealous eyes. Shian know he isn’t fit in that world, but there is a world fitting, as if it was created just for him. It was Magic Delight’s, yet this world too doesn’t need him. The devourers there are worth devouring. Shian will become just another devourer, or worst yet, a plate of desserts.
There’s magic in that world, and the delights it brings are worth bathing in. Shian can live forever just dancing there, and forever to just compete with the two other dancers. But the things he never talk will bite him back. He just doesn’t know it yet.
The things he had done back then, far back when he was young, far back when he was not induced with knowledge. The things he had done because of what had been done to him. The night, full of freights and monsters that breathed the same way a brother did, rewrote Shian’s story, and even when he changed his name to Thickems, fun and nothing like him, the night will still find him. He cannot escape, he also knew, but he refuse to talk or even think, about that frightful night.
Rebirth was the word used, and reborn was the products of Magic Delight's. Hastily, the question arise, did Shian went through rebirth? By himself, like Black Liquorice? With hope, like Juicy? Or did he hesitate on that threshold and not cross yet?
A body of lust Shina has, a body of fun Thickems holds. But neither are him.