Broomi checks in on her brother, Brocken

The more she thought about it... the more she felt a little guilty. Her brother, Brocken seemed a little bashful around girls at the best of times and he wanted to become a knight. Because of her innocent, well-meaning advice, the knights had decided to become an organization specializing in sexual services atop their usual defensive ones. Part of her thought she really ought to apologize to him for making things so complicated and, furthermore, see how he was holding up. Maybe she could give him a bit of sisterly advice- familial or as a confessor- as to how he should handle the sudden, scandalous outbreak of sexual experimentation about town.

The whole house was on one floor. Her mother's room was nearer to the back, while hers and Brocken's were nearer to the front. For a while, they'd shared one room and a bunkbed... but once they'd become teenagers, certain obvious complications came up, with a boy and a girl sharing one bedroom. She'd re-purposed a smaller closet into a room with a small bed, a clothes-rack, and a reading light for herself, while she'd let him keep their childhood dwelling. Just another bit of charity from a lady of the church.

Now, with each of them at the age of nineteen... she'd considered moving her room again, as of late. It had not been hard to read the boy's shameful expression when it was clear he'd heard her masturbating through the thin walls that separated them during the night. Then again, she couldn't ask her mother to sleep in there...

With that thought on her mind, she didn't bother knocking; distractedly, she simply pushed on the door to Brocken's room and opened it, walking in with a pensive frown on her face.

The scene inside seemed less like a revelation brought on by the church's new mandate and more like some scene out of a nightmare.

Rather than finding her brother, she'd walked in to find a naked demon with grayish pink skin and a broad back, like one of the male knights, hunched over her brother's bed. That flimsy wooden structure had been squeaking slightly when she entered, but hushed once the room's occupants locked eyes. The creature's eyes were otherworldly, with black sclera and white irises, but were strangely opened wide in shock rather than any expression of threat; his mouth hung open as well, revealing curved fangs, so long that they looked like the teeth of some kind of sea shark. The demon was completely nude, exposing a musculature that Broomi would have found pretty erotic on a knight. In fact, it seemed somehow familiar to her... His hair was long, black, and disheveled, hanging partially over his eyes and down to the base of his shoulder-blades.

She'd noted the demon was naked, but there was a garment... "Hey!" she cried out ridiculously, finally recognizing the most offensive part of this scene. The demon's pelvis was half submerged in her unwashed habit from yesterday's church. It seemed that the creature had been humping it when she'd walked in... It had been so thoroughly used that several new holes had been ripped in it. "Is that normal, huh?! You demons go around humping holes in nuns' clothes?!" she scolded him, amazingly unafraid in this perilous seeming situation. As the demon pulled away the garment abashedly, throwing it to the floor as if to rid himself of culpability, she saw his member and gave an audible gulp, dropping her finger. It wasn't like a human's penis... it was longer, with a wicked crescent curve to it... not sharp, but strangely shaped, growing from that dull gray color to become a much brighter shade near the tip.

The two stared wordlessly at each other for a moment, while her eyes scanned the room for something to break the silence. What she found next caused an angry scowl to rise to her face. "That's... Brocken's pendant! What did you do with him?!" she questioned, pointing to the amulet, an imitation of the knight's shield and wings, lying on the table. It was Brocken's favorite, a symbol of his intentions to become a proud knight like Captain Dyna. He would never leave his room without it!

"B-Broomi, calm down," the demon babbled. Despite his imposing musculature and demonic penis, his voice didn't sound much older than her own.

"Calm down?! How do you know my name? Where's Brocken?" she asked again, holding the broken, broom-ended half of her church tool in both hands as though it was a weapon.

"We... need to talk," the demon murmured, grabbing a pillow and pressing it over his member. The thing was so rigid, she could still make out the shape of it against the pillowcase... it was practically glowing. "And I'm sorry about your habit, I can replace it for you!"

"Yeah you should!" Broomi agreed, now looking over the weirdly handsome demon-spawn more boldly, realizing that he was strangely submissive. "What are you?!"

"... An incubus," the demon spoke slowly, blinking his odd, monochrome eyes.

Broomi had heard of them before... They were indeed demon-spawn. In short, they were succubi with male anatomy. The church said that succubi and incubi survived by draining people of their sexual energy- that it was like food to him. This creature's very existence, supposedly, was a sin... they could only live by gorging themselves on a victim's vitality, until they were reduced to a dead husk. That meant that, if she believed her church's teachings, this creature was extremely dangerous. However... she was less worried about that and more about other details...

"A-And... What did you want with my habit? And why are you... in Brocken's room?" she asked, slowing her words as it began to come together in her mind. If the incubus was here... and Brocken's amulet was there... she remembered back to the transformations she'd seen from Clara and Dyna both earlier on, when they'd removed their pendants in the confession booth, one becoming an angel, the other an imp. Then, further, she connected the dots with him being her adopted brother rather than her blood brother...

It was not impossible, then... that...

"Sis... Calm down," the incubus begged the church's confessor, as her head swam and her eyes spun. "Sis! Sis!"

Broomi fainted, collapsing forward onto the floor of the small room with a thud, her brown, bushy hair flopping up briefly before settling around her fallen face.