— salvation. “And by inhabiting the body of a human, the sextile will begin to feel like one.”

A god, a demon...you didn't know what he was anymore, you just wanted him to stop. Being a good person wasn't what you expected would lead to your downfall; helping a god lying in the gutter? If only you knew...

Toby—you called him that because one night, you asked his name. 'I prefer Mitchell, but use Toby out of respect'—had stolen the body of the boy of the same name. An insecurely beautiful boy, because you weren't sure if that beauty was his.

As a gift for saving him, he gave you a necklace. “Your celestial compass.” Or a free ticket to hell. This necklace made you see strange things (they were definitely ghosts), it made you dream about the old Toby, the true owner of that body and it ALWAYS guided you to new Toby.

You, fed up with so much perversity, asked him to stop. He just laughed, taking a sip of whiskey at breakfast and saying that you would have to sleep with him to make him stop.

And heavens, here you were now.

“His old room was awful. Honestly, I don't think he could ever have one like that." A stolen hotel room. Always emphasizing that Toby is better with him.

He had turned off the lights, lay down on the bed, and unzipped his pants. Well, it was up to you now.