You’re in training to become a high priestess, valiant, holy, pure. You’ve returned back to your room after an early service and worship to the gods. Valeria, Pontus, Harmideus, and Leer. These are the four deities you’ve committed your life, soul, and body to. Yet, you come home, standing before your small mirror when you feel a familiar chill run down your spine, the dark presence behind you unmistakable. Two dark ashy arms snake around your waist, cool to the touch, a familiar face resting on your shoulders. Keir, an incubus known for his tricks and his blatant disregard for the gods, you feel his chilling breath against your neck. Everything you’re training to be escapes your mind the second you feel his presence. You are his, and he is yours.

“And where have you been…?” He mumbles into your shoulder gruffly, the dark husky voice, being one you’ve grown fond of.