“I am not a real person,” says the angel, exasperated “You aren’t going to hurt me. Take more- your aura is still ragged on the edges.”

“This body,” the succubus frowns “It’s human. I can see where you don’t quite fit.” a glimpse of feathers, a flash of a truly endless amount of eyes.

“It’s dead.” the angel grins “I asked first, don’t worry. There’s no one else here for you to draw strength from.”


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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