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A cold ambience lurked in the halls of the Church of Sulfur, clinging to the clothes of those in mourning, seeping deep under the skin. Blush swore he saw a wisp of his own breath, but his mind was elsewhere as he entered chapel. There in front of a low stage, held carefully by the catafalque, was a coffin. Oleander’s coffin. Blush took a deep breath, his hands clutched at the bottom of his stole. He was tempted to loosen his clerical collar, feeling suffocated, bu...

There was something comforting about walking the streets of the burrows, instead of the halls of the Heavenly Embassy. To feel the dirt and grit beneath his hooves, instead of polished floors. Lapis still wasn’t entirely confident why Primrose decided to send him on this tea delivery to Dove, especially not when the cherubun knew what the other was thinking. He was shockingly different now, maybe he wasn’t one of them anymore. “Stop it,” Lapis muttered as he shook his he...

There was a somber air to the hospital, a tension as tight as a bowstring, it carried on his shoulders and wouldn’t leave him even as Blush sat down to wait for a nurse. He sighed heavily. Oleander. The blood bank heist. Blush wondered if he was going mad for thinking everything felt too coincidental. Too close together, but not close enough to make sense. It was keeping him up at night, desperately trying to understand why it felt like something was at work just beyond his si...

With the earthy scent of corn stalks and the living green walls around them, Minerva walked aimlessly through the annual corn maze. She had long given up trying to find the exit, but she couldn’t complain. There were worse things than being lost and alone with her Silas, it was hard enough to go see her boyfriend when the band was busy with practice. So maybe she had a reason not to rush. “Are you sure we should go this way, Min?” Silas asked, scratching the side of his he...

When Blush first heard the head priest’s word carry to the pews of the Church of Sulfur, when those verses resonated in the depths of his aimless aspirations now giving them purpose, he knew he would become a priest himself. He would praise the demons and encourage others to pray to their might, regardless of the doubt he carried in his own chest. Beyond vices, virtues and the envious. But what happened when blind devotion wasn’t enough? When all of his fears broke on his shoulders...

Nestled in a far corner of the church’s hall, tucked away from the crowds, Blush did not often find himself in Satin’s prayer room. A room that was nearly filled to the brim with all of the nun’s curiosities of fortune-telling and decorated everywhere with her heart motifs. Blush admitted he didn’t quite understand Satin’s fascinations with love. The priest never used to give much thought to the feeling beyond being in stray passing and that was only because he wouldn’t hum...

It should have been comfort to be in one of the lush greenhouses of the Heavenly Embassy, a gentle reminder of where he was born, but now Lapis felt nothing more than anxiety as he walked through the warm grass. He could see Primrose, standing by the edge of a flowerbed, the cherubun’s sharp eyes following his every move with an expression that made him feel nervous. It was no less than what Lapis expected, not after he left the embassy for the burrows. Where he changed from a...

The night felt colder on his skin, leaving gooseflesh with its touch, as he stepped in careful line with the pavement. He made sure never to leave the streetlights, never to stare too openly into the dark. After Father Oleander’s death, Blush felt his world shift in ways he couldn’t control and even alone, he felt like he couldn’t breathe. He had become a priest to celebrate the demons like his caretaker, to help succubuns and all others with their vices: to give up shame. ...

There must have been some divine karma for forsaking the Heavenly Meadow and living among the burrows, or rather that’s what Lapis wondered. Why else would he give himself in clothes that barely fit because he allowed the band to convince him to walk around Sinner’s Day’s celebrations. It was bad enough that most of everything turned him bright red, but the devil costume he wore was too much. He refused a skirt that Quinn suggested, but somehow, the shorts might be worse, no matt...

There were many possibilities, maybe outcomes, to what Damien could see when opening his boyfriend’s apartment door. Friends, lovers, even imps running rampant, but those all paled in comparison, to a room of candlelight. The lust doll took a few steps forward, his expression furrowing as the door clicked close behind him. He slipped off his jacket with a quiet hush, carefully tiptoeing his way inside. Andre’s apartment was never silent, even alone, there were still his imps, it wa...