Time for some backstory on the Mars household.

You decide to press on the matter. "Kate, what is it between you and your father?" you ask. "It didn't take much for me to realize you have daddy issues when you were mortal, and now..."

She grins at you. "I suppose I wear it on my sleeve now," she notes.

Vicki rolls her eyes. "On your sleeve? You broadcast it over loudspeakers around the block." Kate glances at her, causing Vicki to flinch. "Which is cool. You do you, babe. It's what Mick and I like about you. You're so fucking out there, it actually is kinda hot."

Kate chuckles at that. "Well, thank you," she purrs.

"Yeah, watching you rant--it gets me wet," continues Vicki. "It makes me want to dive into your cunt and eat it like--"

"I think my man wanted to hear about the Reverend Mars," notes Jess bluntly.

"Oh, and I'm more than willing to talk about my father, because there's so much to talk about," says Kate, smiling. "Such a pious man, my father. So concerned about the moral rectitude of his community. He works long, long hours to tend to his flock, and to make Narville a godly city. So many hours with his secretaries. Young women, in their early twenties, eager to do good work." Her face curls in a snarl. "Of course there have been so many of them. They... come and they go."

Jess blinks at that. "Are you saying that...?"

Kate smiles. "Why, Jess, are you suggesting that my father might be doing something untoward to the young women he sometimes works with alone for hours upon hours? Impossible. Joshua Mars is a godly man who opposes debauchery. He tells everyone so." She poses, thrusting up her breasts. "Why, he has taken me, his precious daughter, his only child, to purity balls he's been hosting at the House of All Believers ever since I started to... how does he put it? Ahh, yes--'blossom as a woman'. " She rolls her eye. "That was my version of a romantic date when I was mortal. Having my father fondle my ass in public, in the guise of 'protecting my pure chastity'."

There is an awkward silence from among your little cluster of Lilin. "Did... did he...?" asks Mick.

"What, fuck me?" snorts Kate. "Oh, no, no, never. Not the Reverend Joshua Mars. We've talked about this a lot over the years. Why almost every night, my father and I talk about chastity, and virtue, and how a young woman such as myself must be wary of inflaming men's lusts, for they cannot help but sin when tempted." She crosses her arms. "I've spent my teenage years living with the certain knowledge that my father was going to **** me one day, and thinking it would be my fault when it happened. Which is the source of my rage, and also, my relief. Under Mistress Lilith's love, I have been freed of that. I will not be **** by my father." She smiles, almost beatifically. "Instead, I will **** him."

Vicki nods at that. "Wow. And I thought Mick and me had a messed-up relationship with our dad. And that relationship includes some pretty nasty beatings."

You are all silent for a moment. "Are we sure we're the pure embodiments of evil the mortals see us as?" you ask.

"Oh, I'm not," says Mick. "Honestly, I'm pretty convinced this is an all around improvement."