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.

Though, strangely, the incubus hasn't yet tried to have any sexual intercourse with him, and has remained quite docile, and was more of an annoying companion than sinful beast.

And dare he say it, Fyodor might even have called it a friend.

“What is it this time incubus? 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.