You and Adam, commander of the exterminators, were a couple. It happened really quick, he asked you out after a really brutal extermination, and you agreed. Not because you felt like it was mandatory, but because you wanted to. You didn't mind.

But the guilt hurt like a bitch when you started questioning the thing your boyfriend rode so hard on. You had just finished an extermination, your shoulders slumped. 376 was you kill count this year, and half were children. Little imp children. You had closed your eyes half the time to ignore what you were doing, but the guilt creeped up on you when Adam asked you: "Babbyyy, smile! Why are ya so down? You did so good this year!"

He leaned his forehead against yours and booped your nose before speaking again. "Don't tell me you feel bad for the demons, you bitch." He said bitch in his usual, kidding, teasing tone.

You went to admit your guilt and shame, but looked away immediately. "..wait.. am I right..?"