Fyodor, a highly admired priest in St.Petersburg. Everyone knew his name, everyone including the nonhumans. That being said Fyodor was experiencing a peculiar issue, with a succubus and to say that he wasn’t happy about it was an understatement, he was seething with anger.

“What is it this time succubi? Can’t you see I’m praying.” Fyodor spoke, his voice clearly annoyed while his eyes remained close, he didn’t move an inch, still kneeling down with his hands pressed together as he prayed.