Her brother, Brocken, is before her and the demon has disappeared

The confessor's eyes fluttered open a few times... then shut again. Sunlight was pouring into the room through the poorly covered window, the shutters too misshapen to keep the room properly darkened. It was so rare that she got to sleep in during one of her cleaning days... maybe she would roll over in bed and sleep a bit longer. She pulled the covers up over her habit and smacked her lips sleepily...

Then, suddenly, shot open her eyes. She realized she wasn't in her own room at all, for it had no window. Furthermore, she'd gifted her brother this goose-feather comforter for one of his birthdays. Why was she sleeping in her brother's room?

She took another peek beneath the covers and confirmed that, at the very least, she was dressed in her usual habit. Finally, she nervously lifted her head from the covers and searched the room for the demon that had frightened her earlier. For a moment, she thought she spotted him; it was a face shaped just like his, after all, that watched her from a small, indented seat near the windowsill. As she opened her mouth to shout something- either a curse, a wail of terror, or a threat- Broomi realized that the face belonged to her brother, Brocken. "Brocken! I just had... the most awful nightmare!" she shivered, remembering the hooked teeth of the pink-skinned demon.

"Yeah, well," the boy sulked, staring out the window now instead of at her, "hopefully it wasn't too bad, because that was no nightmare."

"No, listen! There was this crazy-looking demon with a huuuuge, curved dick and fangs! Trust me, it was a nightmare! This guy looked like-" she rubbed it in intentionally, using her fingers to indicate fangs by hooking them inside her stretched mouth.

While she made that ridiculous face, her brother explained the situation to her by lifting his knight's shield amulet over his neck and his curling black hair. When it came off, his appearance changed almost immediately, going from a well-clothed knight-in-training to a completely nude incubus in a matter of seconds. His shape was still the same... apart from, er, a specific area... but his features were fearsome to look at.

Broomi thought she was going to faint again, but she shook it off. "Oh... Right... Yeah. I fainted because I realized you're an incubus," she reminded herself, feeling like she was a thousand miles away as those words left her lips. "... So... How long have you been an incubus?"

"Well, that's a ridiculous question," the boy smirked, as he replaced the amulet around his head and took on the less alarming of his two appearances once again. "Nobody becomes an incubus... Well, at least as far as I know. I was surely born one and then put up for adoption," he explained. She noted that his leg was kicking in an unusual way, as though he were impatient. Every now and then, he'd rub it, seemingly without even thinking about it, as though nursing a wound from training.

"You've been an incubus all along? Have you... drained anyone?" Broomi asked, lowering her eyebrows seriously. If he was a soul-sucking incubus, then it was her duty to take care of him, not for the church, but just for public safety.

"No," he grumbled, shaking his head and his long hair along with it. He cocked one eyebrow. "Look, neither you nor the church knows as much as you think you do about demons. Incubi like myself, for instance, don't have to drain people through sex to continue living. Rather, it's more like a curse that applies specifically to us. All that ugly dick of mine shows you is that I'm horny, 24/7, all the time. It's an erection that I can never get rid of. I don't just go around fucking people or draining their sexual energy. Instead, I just have to masturbate... a lot," he admitted, clenching his teeth irritably. "Who knows how other incubi handle it. I've never met one."

"Oooh," Broomi muttered, feeling now like a scholar making first contact with some previously unknown race of creatures. "But wait, I don't get it." She tapped one finger against her cheek and tilted her head, as she sat upright in his bed. "How'd you manage to stay hidden this whole time? I mean, I get that the pendant's magic... but why have I only caught you masturbating a time or two?"

"I disciplined myself so that I wouldn't have to," the boy explained, keeping a stoic frown. "And up until today, it worked."

"Uh oh," Broomi said out loud, having a sinking feeling about what was coming next.

"But then the church- and the knights, for that matter- suddenly put out a manual saying that they're going to be fucking each other all over town, everyone of the kingdom's legal age, just whipping it out wherever they want!" he grumbled. "What the fuck, Broomi?!"

"W-Why 'what the fuck Broomi,' Broomi didn't have anything to do with it," the girl lied, darting her eyes nervously from side to side. She put on a chipper smile, then pat one fist into her open palm. "Besides! This is great for you, right? If everyone's fucking all the time, then you can relieve way more of your sexual frustration by just joining them and it won't be seen as weird at all!"

"You don't think it'll seem pretty damn weird the second someone decides to lift my amulet off?" the young knight hopeful questioned, dropping his eyes to the floor and clutching one hand to his head. "The church made public indecency and sexual acts legal and encouraged, but they didn't change a thing about possession of demon blood! If someone finds out I'm an incubus, it's all over... My dream of being a knight," he sighed, resting his cheek upon his fist.

"Aaahw, crap," the young girl sighed, slumping her shoulders as she was **** to admit she'd really screwed her brother over with her well-meaning prank. There were still many questions left about his origins as an incubus, but the real question was how he could keep on living in the kingdom with it being int his state. If incubi really were as horny as he said and they were now living in some sort of town-wide sexual fantasy, then it wouldn't be too long before he found himself a partner and ended up revealing his secret. Even if he miraculously managed to last a year, or two years... once he got into knighthood, if they were still a bunch of sexual deviants by that point, he'd be found out in a day.

One thing was for sure- she couldn't leave him hanging. She'd given Clara Fauxbright and Dyna Montague her advice as a confessor... now it was time to come up with a plan for her brother.