“I am in love with you,” says the angel “Do you understand? Nothing is going to happen to you.”

“I can’t ask you to pick between your family and me-”

“You aren’t asking. I’m telling. And if my family loves me, they will grow to love you, too.”

“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.”

“I’m not going to harm you,” warns the angel “But you should not move.”

The hunter sneers “Never heard of one of you feathery bastards shacking up with a demon before. You Fallen?”

“No,” says the angel “And I don’t intend too. But I won’t mind having blood on my hands as long as it’s yours. Stay away from [Succubus].”

“What are you majoring in?” asks the angel “I feel like I should’ve asked that before I was like ‘hey you’re a succubus let’s bang’.”

“So you waited until we were both naked and about to fuck.” asks the succubus dryly “Right now, apparently, theology.”

“Religious academia, worship, and eating out an angel aren’t the same thing.”

“Give me five minutes, I can change your mind.”

“You should bring your friend!” chirps the relative stranger “It’ll be fun, you know? A night at the bar, just us first years!”

“Uh,” says the succubus “My friend?”

“You know, [Angel]! You two seem like really good friends.”

“Yep.” says the succubus “That’s one way of putting it. Friends. Totally platonic.”

“What happens when it’s time for you to go home?” asks the succubus

“Hm?” the angel hums “What do you mean? I go home.”

“I mean, is it going to be okay?” the succubus says slowly “You’ve been sleeping with me, keeping me fed-”

“You’re wondering if I’m damned because I fuck, and I fuck demons?” laughs the angel “Because I,” the angel kisses the succubus’ cheek “Love,” xe kisses zir nose “You?” xe kisses zir lips, gently “Is there anything more holy than to help and love?”

“Hey,” says the angel “Check it out.”

At the base of xir shoulder blades, the place where xir physical vessle begins to thin and the succubus can see into xir True self, little downy feathers cover the space where xir wings are supposed to extend from.

They’re red.

The angel has never had red feathers before.

“I think I’m growing,” says the angel “I think I’m changing.”

“You look at me like you’re asking for forgiveness, did you know that?” says the angel, leaning in close “[Succubus], I can’t offer you benediction.”

“I’m a creature of the damned,” agrees the succubus lazily, but the angel cuts xir off

“Of course not.” says the angel “You’re a creature. A being. There’s no such thing as an inherent sin. I can’t offer you benediction because I gave that away to be with you.”