“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.”