(This story goes deeper into the exploration of what Erik's history and abuse puts him through, and how he sees himself. So please be cautious when exploring further.
The game never fully explored how the boys traumas affected them, often brushing them a bit too far under the rug. Thanks to the assistance of someone very dear to me, I was able to grow more aware of that, and further explore their traumas and healing process through the form of regression. So, here's a take on what happened and how it affects Erik… This story was previously uploaded onto my blog and I felt it would work well here as well.)

My (prince/princess). My darling angel. You fill my heart with joy and put butterflies in my stomach. If I had all the time in the world, I would spend it holding you. I've never met another (man/woman) who ever even came close to making me feel this way. And yet you did so. Your smile, your laugh, the sparkle you get in your eyes when you are happy. Even your crying face is just too adorable. I wish I could look at you all the time.
Yet. I don't understand why you love me back.

Surges of guilt continue running into my stomach when you place your head in my lap. When you suddenly take my hand. When you press your lips to mine. I can feel and see your desire for affection daily. And I know you want it more than anything. And yet, it continues to baffle me as to why. I showed you what happened. I showed you what I have done. You know I am not pure. And yet you stay anyway. You still want to filthy your hands by touching someone such as myself.
I keep these thoughts to myself as best I can. I won't let you see the filth in my head. I've already soiled you enough, just by daring to press my dirty lips against yours.

I'm so sorry you had to see this part of me. The side I am most ashamed of. 'But you are an incubus,' you likely think. 'Promiscuity is in your nature. Why are you so upset? Why do you feel this way?' Truth be told, I don't fully understand that myself yet. But that is why I hide these feelings. Because I don't want to drag you into it. I never want to make you deal with such complex and personal things for my sake.

I was a little embarrassed to confess to my brothers how we had yet to make love. The truth is, I think that I want to. But by giving into these sick urges, I worry that I will truly be what my mother wanted me to be. A sex machine. You will see everything I didn't want you to see. You will see the experience. And be touched by hands that have been everywhere, on everyone. I don't want that. And yet, you do.

I didn't know how to react when you rolled over to me that night, placing your hands on my chest. I tended to initiate our touch, so I could control these things. I would press kisses to the nape of your neck, taking in your scent. Play with your hair, the way I knew you liked it. Pull you closer when I saw you were exhausted. Your soft breathing and content little sounds were sometimes just enough to distract me from the guilt in my stomach and the anxious feelings in my chest. I often enjoyed our contact too! But this time, I really wasn't sure how I felt.

I didn't quite move as you undid the button on my pajama top and touched my chest. You whispered something about needing me. About craving me. About not wanting to wait anymore. If that was okay. No. It wasn't okay. Not yet. And yet I lied through my teeth. Telling you I wanted it just as badly. And I truly did want it. Someday. But I needed to be ready for it, I had to be ready! But, I didn't want to disappoint you. I never wanted that. You are always making sacrifices for me and reminding me of how special I am, despite the fact that I am not. I want to make you feel as loved and as important and prioritized as you make me feel. So, I agreed. I pulled you close and I kissed you warmly, our chests bumping together as you ran your fingers through my hair.

My nature as an Incubus took over for a moment, allowing me to see stars as I rolled you onto your back and took my position above you. And yet, you rolled me back over. You lie me on my back, letting me know you were in charge. I wondered for a moment if I ought to give you a bit of a struggle, or if you just wanted me to submit. I could see by the look in your eyes though that you wanted control. Mother had taught me well it would seem. Letting me see the desires of a (man/woman) simply by the motions of their hips and the desire in their eyes.

Then…I blacked out. I can't recall what happened or what we did. I can't remember the things you said, or even the things I said. All I can recall were your moans echoing in my ears. Intermingled with those of so many others that I couldn't keep my hands off. Or who couldn't keep them off of me. Succubi who desired my body and fed me their energy. Incubi who trained me, or even simply…took me for a spin. They knew I was loose. They knew how many others I had lain with. They knew I couldn't say no. They knew I didn't want to. They knew I was scared. Why? Why did I have to do these things? Why did you make me do them? I was just a child! I was a child! I was scared! I didn't want to! You aren't my mother! My mother would never make me do these things! A mother isn't supposed to do that to her child! A mother is supposed to protect him from seeing things he shouldn't have to see! She shouldn't make him watch these things! She shouldn't make him prepare for these things when he is still so young! She shouldn't make him do these things! You said you were doing this for my sake, but it was a lie, wasn't it? I don't want to be the perfect Incubus! I just want to be a child!
Why?! Why did you do it? I'll tear you apart and find my true mother! She will love me! She will protect me! I won't have to do this anymore! I want to go and play with my brothers. I want to play the piano for you. I want to be safe. I want to be pure. I want to feel loved. I don't want to do this anymore! Mommy! Please!

Before I knew it, it was over. I was a mess. I was shaking and trembling as you held me in your arms. I had vomit down my chest and tears flooding my face. I can't recall how I became this way. All I know now is that you are holding me. I have a blanket covering up a bit more of my bare body, and you are cradling me like a child. I shake. I gasp. I weep. Tears without end. Pain without mercy. Memories without end. I can't do this. You are seeing a part of me even uglier then the part that truly became what my mother wanted me to be. I am dirty in more ways than one. I am tainted. I am disgusting. I love you so so much. I promise I do. But I just cannot do this anymore. I can't let you see these things within me. I'm so sorry you have to put up with me in this way. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. You promised me I didn't have to keep bad thoughts in my head like this. But some thoughts are just too scary to let out.

I love you so much. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you these things sooner or tell you I needed space. I was afraid. But we can get through this together somehow. Thank you for listening to the disgusting things that were running through my head. Thank you for helping me. Thank you for washing the tears from my face and the sick from my body. Thank you for still trusting these tainted hands. I love you.

And we will make it through this.