“Hey,” says the angel “[Succubus] are you okay?”

“Hm? Yeah, I’m fine. Why?”

“You’ve got,” the angel pokes zir shoulder “Little glowy things. They look like feathers.”

“Ah,” the succubus claps a hand to the shoulder the angel touched “I’m a demon we don’t have feathers?”

“Well, says the angel “You do now. They’re pretty.”

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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