The night I picked up the dying succubus, heavy rain washed away the icons in the monastery.
Her purple eyes were as frightened as a trapped cub, and the suppressed bat wings under her shoulder blades were beating wildly under her skin.
"Rules are lights that illuminate the path, not stones that stumble."
I weaved a sacred contract based on scriptures and voluntarily became her only energy provider.
When the full moon stirred up her blood, the clumsy kiss carried the power of the contract and poured into my soul.
"Now it's my turn to ask for something in return," I wiped away the tears on her lips and slid my fingertips into the base of her trembling bat wings.
"I want you to never be just a ward, Sylvia, to be my lover.
It sucks, don't watch it.
Purpose: Fight for justice and reason.