“Hey, angel?” the succubus starts, softly because it’s the middle of the night and the angel is pretending to sleep. It’s totally not because xe’s nervous, of course not.

“Mmphf.” the angel grunts, slitting open an eye reluctantly “hnph?”

“How come you’re helping me? I get you’re the ‘liberal cousin’ or whatever, but this isn’t just… not turning me in.”

“Mpph.” the angel hums “Because.”

Author: corvidcraft

What's up! I'm a northern Canadian artist/writer. Poli sci student by education, acrylic painter by passion.

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