"I pushed the dagger into my sash and then retrieved a spread from the bed. Together we rolled my mother's body into the covering; that done, he sat o... one of the sleeping pallets, and pulled me to him.As I stood in front of him he looked me in the eye and said, "My little flower, with these killings you have changed your destiny. Your heart is now darkened, but I would not give you over to those religious bigots who would destroy you for avenging your mother. You must never tell anyone of. .." Yes, I know human. I am Akeldama, warrior and messenger of the Master, God and Demon, Demogorgon."I bow to her. "I have finished the ritual..." She laughs and I glance at her. "Finished? You aren't finished boy." But...I did everything Hecate's book told me." The witch's book left out a crucial detail, so as to give the caster a chance to deny me. Your sister is very cunning."'Hecate would be as bold as to leave something important out, she never did trust her dear older brother. Can't say. Martin pulled her towards him and kissed her on the mouth, his hands caressing her breasts but not for long, before sliding down her sides and the right one slipping between her thighs.She allowed herself to be felt up. There was a sort of freedom in this. Privacy. Nakedness. Primitive emotions. But she wanted to be in bed. She wanted her first proper time to be on a mattress, between the sheets. She stood up and led Martin into his bedroom, then undressed him, amazed at her own. Remember, I told you I was the poster child for the pink collar movement?That is not an exaggeration.Of all the stupid things I did--and there were plenty--the very stupidestis the thing I said, on camera and on the record, during my intakeinterview.When you're applying to be a breeder, you have to prove yourself. Proveyour masculinity, I guess. What do I know, really? I failed that test.Don't take advice from me.I was sitting there in what was essentially an interrogation room infront of two.