Succumania

"So… whose fault is this?" Morrigan asked, eyeing the scene with a single bead of sweat trickling down her forehead.

The house had settled into an unusual quiet, despite being filled with succubi. After the chaos at the casino, Luka's home had become a temporary shelter for their new "guests," thanks to Vinum's magical house expansion. For the most part, everyone had fallen into their own routines. Some were reading, others lounging, and Luka—Luka had been at the dining table, quietly listening to music.

Now, however, the peaceful moment had turned into a bizarre spectacle.

Luka sat at the table, completely still, his head tilted slightly forward. His eyes were wide open, glazed over, and unfocused. His expression? Absolutely vacant, as if someone had pulled the plug on his consciousness mid-thought.

And despite that, he was very much… asleep.

The succubi had gathered around him, all staring at the strange sight.

"This is a sleeping spell," Vinum confirmed, tapping a delicate finger against her chin. "And quite a strong one at that."

"Well, obviously," Alma Elma huffed, waving a hand in front of Luka's unresponsive face. "But who did it?"

"I am completely innocent in this," Vinum replied flatly, crossing her arms. "I was minding my own business, reading in my room, when that blue-haired idiot dragged me down here to help."

Morrigan scoffed. "You could've just said no."

"She was very persistent."

All eyes turned toward Astaroth, who had the decency to look sheepish. The succubus was wearing a sweater, like most of the ones gathered here. She raised her hands defensively, her wings twitching nervously. "Hey! Don't look at me like that! I didn't do anything!"

"Now that I think about it," Rami piped up. "You were sitting close to him!" 

"Do you mind repeating that?" Lilith appeared from behind, giving off a fake smile to the imp. "My sister is innocent in this."

Rami squeaked and hid behind Morrigan, who rolled her eyes.

"Crazy how none of you are jumping on him…" Succubus-chan muttered. She was sitting on the couch away from them, her eyes sometimes leaving her phone to look at the scene.

Morrigan raised an eyebrow, glancing at Succubus-chan. "He is pretty much unrapeable," she explained matter-of-factly. "I am way stronger than you, and I've tried. Trust me."

"Really now?" the succubus gave her a flat and surprised look.

"It's not something to brag about," Luka muttered suddenly, his voice low and groggy. His eyes were still unfocused, but his lips twitched as if he were fighting to stay conscious.

The room fell silent for a moment, all eyes snapping back to Luka. Even Succubus-chan sat up a little straighter, her phone forgotten.

"Wait, he's awake?" Rami asked, peeking out from behind Morrigan.

"No, he's sleep-talking," Vinum said, her tone dry. "It's a side effect of the spell. His body is asleep, but his mind is… somewhat active."

"Define somewhat," Lilith narrowed her eyes.

As if on cue, Luka's lips twitched, his unfocused eyes staring blankly ahead as he mumbled something incoherent.

"…hhrrnnngh… stupid fox… why… tacos…?"

"Tacos?" Rami perked up. "I like Tacos too!"

"I've got an idea…♪" Alma Elma's sweet tone rang out as she pulled a marker out of nowhere. With no one stopping her, she drew circles around his eyes as well as a mustache. "There!"

"Seriously?" Astaroth sighed.

"It's a bit childish, isn't it?" Lilith muttered, shaking her head.

"Nah, it's fun," Morrigan chuckled. "Can I draw something too?"

"Of course," Alma Elma said cheerfully, handing over the marker. Morrigan then proceeded to draw a dick on Luka's nose.

"That's for screwing with my Lilith Bros!" she cackled.

From the corner, Remi whispered timidly, "C-Can I do it too…?"

"Me too! Me too!" Rumi bounced excitedly, trying to grab the marker from Morrigan's hand.

Even Rami joined the frenzy, jumping up and down to get her turn. But the marker slipped just out of reach as Morrigan lifted her arm higher.

"Hey! One at a time!" she barked, holding the marker aloft.

Luka, still trapped in dreamland, mumbled again.

"… hrrngh… betrayal… so many succubi… help…"

Alma Elma snickered. "Oh my, he knows. We might get punished if we keep going~!"

Lilith chuckled. "Ufufu… I wonder how he'll punish us?"

"Not you too, Big Sis!" Astaroth shot her a worried look. "He graciously helped us reunite with our sister! Let's actually help him!"

Vinum crossed her arms. "Hmm… I could forcibly break the spell, but that might have… unintended side effects."

The succubus mayor who was sitting next to her tilted her head. "Like what?"

Vinum waved a hand vaguely. "Memory loss, blindness, spontaneous combustion… the usual risks."

Eva, who had been uncharacteristically quiet, suddenly took a step back. "Please remind me to never enter your room."

Rami raised her hand. "Question! Is there a way to wake him up with my boobs?"

Vinum didn't even blink. "…No."

"Does tickling work?" Morrigan grinned, wiggling her gloved fingers menacingly as she inched toward Luka's defenseless form. No one stopped her and she began tickling the man on his side, making him wiggle and whimper.

"..hrngh… no… stop…"

Morrigan's grin widened. "Oh-ho! He's feeling it!"

Encouraged, she dug in harder, fingers skimming up his ribs and under his arms. Luka squirmed, his breath hitching as his lips trembled.

"Pfft—!"

A strangled, barely-contained snort.

"I wanna try!" Rami cheered, darting forward to wiggle her fingers against his neck.

"Wait, wait, me too!" Rumi joined in, attacking his stomach.

Before long, all three imps were giggling and tickling the helpless detective, their little hands darting around his most sensitive spots.

"F-Fuh… hrrgh… pffft—!!" Luka twitched violently, his entire body jerking as he fought the inevitable. His chest shook with suppressed laughter.

However, no matter how much they were tickling him, he never woke up.

The laughter had long faded, replaced by something else entirely.

Luka twitched violently, his chest heaving, his hands clenching the fabric of his shirt. His body trembled—not from laughter anymore, but from sheer, overwhelming exhaustion.

Then—

A dark patch spread across his pants.

The room froze.

An awkward, heavy silence.

"…Oops," Morrigan winced. She slowly pulled her hands back as if she had disarmed a bomb.

"D-Did he just—?" Remi whispered.

Rumi clamped both hands over her mouth, her shoulders shaking as she fought the urge to laugh. She knew, deep down, that her life depended on keeping quiet.

"He's going to kill us when he wakes up, isn't he?" Rami asked innocently. "Like, full-on turn us to ash?"

"Guess we have no choice but to clean him up… I'll go take a bath with him…♪" Alma Elma giggled, stepping closer as her fingers reached for the waistband of his pants.

"It's my job to thank him, please don't bother with that," Lilith appeared beside her, her hand moving with the same intent.

Their fingers brushed against each other.

They stopped.

The air between them became thick with silent tension.

Alma Elma smiled, her eyes glinting. "How nice of you, I figured such an ancient person like you would not bother with such a task."

Lilith's lips curled in return. "It really doesn't bother me. A queen like you must not stain your hands as well."

Their smiles stretched wider, perfectly polite yet dangerously sharp, neither willing to back down.

"Good grief…" Vinum sighed. "If the culprit was to reveal itself, it would already be over. Stop being so childish and reveal yourself."

But no one even dared to say a word.

"Well?" Vinum's pale blue eyes scanned the room, unimpressed.

"I think I have a better question to ask him," Succubus-chan stood up from the couch and strutted up to him. Ignoring the two purple-haired succubi still tugging at the waistband of his pants, she leaned closer to his ear, and whispered slowly. "Hey, Luka-chan… Who's your favorite in the room?"

The room instantly fell into a heavy silence.

Succubus-chan's voice had been low, teasing, but the impact of her question hit like a sledgehammer.

Alma Elma and Lilith both froze, their fingers still hooked on Luka's waistband, their polite battle momentarily put on hold.

Every succubus in the room went still, their gazes snapping toward Luka with eerie synchronization. Even the imps, who had been edging away to avoid Luka's wrath, suddenly perked up, eyes wide with curiosity.

"You really like bothering with the stupidest of questions, do you?" Vinum sighed.

Succubus-chan giggled, unfazed. "What? I just think this is a far more important question. If we're gonna wake him up, we might as well get some juicy info out of it, right?"

Luka, still caught in the depths of sleep, twitched slightly. His lips parted as a slow, sleepy murmur escaped.

"…Hnn… that's…"

The entire room leaned in.

Alma Elma's grin widened.

Lilith's eyes sharpened.

Luka stirred again, his voice just barely audible.

"…Tch… always… so annoying…"

A collective inhale filled the room.

"Wait—who the hell is he talking about?" Morrigan said.

"…but she's cute…"

The atmosphere shifted.

Morrigan's ears twitched. "Wait. Wait. Wait."

Lilith's hand lifted slightly from his waistband. "Hold on."

Alma Elma's wings fluttered. "Could it be…?"

Luka inhaled sharply, his voice clearer now, though still clouded in sleep.

"...You…" Luka mumbled, his voice barely audible.

The room's atmosphere shifted. 

"W-What?" Succubus-chan's voice cracked, her face turning pale as she stumbled back. "Me?! But that's—"

Alma Elma's hand rested on Succubus-chan's shoulder, her grip tightening with a strength that belied her playful demeanor. "Oh, my dear… care to explain?"

Morrigan's hands were already sparkling with her aura, her eyes narrowing as she took a step forward. "You've got some nerve, new girl."

Even Rami, the smallest of the imps, was concentrating magic at her fingertips, her tiny face scrunched up in concentration. "You're in trouble now!"

Succubus-chan raised her hands defensively, her tail flicking nervously. "Wait, wait, wait! This is a misunderstanding! I didn't do anything!"

"No way he likes you the best," Astaroth sighed, crossing her arms as she shot Succubus-chan a skeptical look. "After all, he only met you yesterday."

"You're the one who put him to sleep, are you?" Lilith's gaze darkened, her polite smile replaced by a cold, calculating expression. "How… interesting. Were you hoping to get something from him, perhaps?"

Succubus-chan's eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape route, but there was none. The succubi had her surrounded, their expressions ranging from amused to outright hostile.

The room turned into a battlefield as chaos erupted. Fists and spells flew in a blur, Succubus-chan becoming little more than a blur of flailing limbs as she was mercilessly pounded into the wooden floorboards. The planks beneath her shattered from the repeated impacts, dust and splinters filling the air.

Finally, after what felt like a solid minute of one-sided brutality, the succubi stepped back, admiring their handiwork. Succubus-chan groaned weakly from the crater they had embedded her in.

"That'll show her…" Luka mumbled in his sleep, his brow twitching. "...Stupid questions… I swear…"

Silence settled over the room before Vinum let out an exaggerated sigh. "Well, that didn't wake him up either. Any other brilliant ideas?"

Rami raised her hand. "Can I try the booba method now?"

"I already tried while you weren't looking," Lilith flat-out said.

Alma Elma poked Luka's cheek lightly. "He's still out cold. This must be a serious spell…" Her expression shifted, a rare look of genuine concern flickering across her face. "Vinum, be honest. How bad is this?"

Vinum crossed her arms. "Well first, I can say that succubus in the floorboard wasn't the one who put him to sleep."

"Damn, that sly bastard," Morrigan looked at Luka with a shiver. "He really knows how to rile us up."

"Anyway," Vinum continued, grabbing his chin and tilting his head to examine his face. "That spell is quite strong. Either he was hit with a powerful caster's work… or he did this to himself."

Morrigan scoffed. "Why the hell would he do this to himself?"

Vinum shrugged. "Maybe he wanted a break from all of you."

There was a brief, awkward silence.

"…Okay, fair point," they all admitted.

"So…" Rami raised her hand up. "Should we just wait?"

"Of course not," Astaroth sighed. "I doubt even he would inflict this spell on himself. Though if he could teach me…"

"Right," Vinum nodded. "I don't see the kid knocking himself out for no reason. So, like earlier, the caster needs to reveal herself."

But a deafening silence fell over the room, only interrupted by the groanings of Succubus-chan still embedded in the floor.

Alma Elma clicked her tongue. "This is getting annoying. What do any of you have to gain from keeping him asleep?"

Astaroth tapped her chin, then suddenly snapped her fingers. "Wait a minute… Eva isn't here anymore. Nor is the mayor."

All heads turned toward the open doorway leading to the kitchen.

"Eh? When did they leave?" Morrigan asked, her brow furrowing.

"Not sure," Vinum admitted, eyes narrowing. "But they were here earlier."

Lilith hummed, a smirk playing on her lips. "Interesting… perhaps they know something?"

"Or they're the ones responsible," Alma Elma added with a dark chuckle.

Without another word, the group shared a knowing glance and moved in unison, heading toward the kitchen, ready to confront their missing housemates.

Meanwhile, Luka, still lost in the depths of enchanted sleep, let out a small, groggy murmur.

"…hnngh… tacos… betrayal…"

The group moved cautiously toward the kitchen, their eyes scanning every corner of the bright room. The table was still set from earlier, a few half-empty glasses and plates left untouched. But there was no sign of Eva or the mayor.

Astaroth crossed her arms. "If they ran, that means they know something. Or they're guilty."

Before anyone could speculate further, the sound of footsteps echoed from the hallway. The group turned just as the succubus mayor entered the room, her expression curious but confused.

"Is the boy awake?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.

"Okay, maybe not the mayor then," Astaroth commented.

Rami stepped forward. "Do you know where Eva is?"

The mayor pursed her lips in thought, tapping her chin. "Eva? Hmm…" She paused for a moment, then nodded. "She was in the kitchen not long ago, but I heard the front door open earlier."

Morrigan narrowed her eyes. "So she left."

"Seems like it," Vinum muttered. "And conveniently, right while you were busy writing on him and fighting each other."

"That girl always gets into trouble…" Alma Elma sighed. "She is always crafty when it's not needed."

The mayor folded her arms, watching them with interest. "I take it you suspect Eva?"

"She's the only one missing," Vinum stated. "And the kid isn't waking up."

Without hesitation, the succubi turned and made their way to the front door, stepping into the cool morning air. Only the mayor and the groggy, half-conscious Succubus-chan remained behind, the latter still embedded in the floor.

As the calm settled into the house—

A quiet creak.

Barely audible footsteps tiptoed across the wooden floor.

Hidden behind a large cupboard, Eva trembled, her face pale with terror, her breath uneven. Tears pooled at the corners of her eyes as she peeked out cautiously.

"Oh shit, oh shit," she whispered to herself, pressing her back against the wood. She clenched her hands into fists, her mind racing. 

From her vantage point, she could see the mayor moving leisurely around the kitchen, completely unbothered. The older succubus reached for a drawer, pulling out a peeler with a quiet hum. Next, she grabbed a large basket of potatoes resting by the sink and carried it to the table. Humming a soft tune, she began peeling them with slow, masterful movements.

Ah! She's peeling the potatoes! I didn't even have the time to throw them! her mind raced and she swallowed hard. 

How could her plan turn out so badly? She just wanted to influence the guy's mind to make tacos instead of boiled potatoes and hotpot. Instead, he fell asleep on the table and it caught everyone's attention.

Now she was stuck here, and even though she wanted to wake him up, she had no idea how.

As she struggled to piece together a solution, the steady rhythm of peeling filled the silence. The mayor hummed to herself, completely unaware—or at least, appearing to be.

Eva's breath hitched as she heard movement from the other room. The succubi would be back soon. And if they found her hiding like this, there would be no talking her way out of it.

She had to act.

Now.

She took a frying pan with a tearful expression and jumped out of her hiding spot. Succubus jolted in panic, her eyes widening before receiving the pan full force on her head. The blow knocked her out, her mind fading while hearing a simple "Sorry!" from the idiot succubus.

Eva then dashed inside the living room. There, Succubus-chan was groggily stirring, her head lolling as she blinked blearily at her surroundings.

Eva didn't think.

She just acted.

"Sorry!" she screamed again, teeth gritted as she brought the frying pan down hard.

CRACK!

The pan bent on impact, and Succubus-chan let out a pitiful whimper before slumping back into unconsciousness.

Eva stood there for a moment, panting, clutching the now-ruined frying pan in shaking hands.

Then she realized something.

Oh crap.

Now there were two bodies.

And she was standing over both of them.

And the others were about to walk back in.

Eva shook Luka with all the strength her panicked body could muster. "Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!"

But all she got in response was a sleepy mumble.

Then—

THUD!

Luka slipped from her grip, his head smacking against the table before slumping to the floor. A small trail of blood stained the wooden planks beneath him.

Eva's breath caught in her throat.

Her pupils shrank.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"

Panic overtook every rational thought as she scrambled to grab him, shaking him even harder. "Don't die on me, you idiot! You make my food!"

Her hands patted his face frantically, trying to will him back to life. But he remained limp, the enchanted sleep refusing to break.

"This is bad, this is really bad," she muttered, glancing around the room wildly. Two unconscious succubi. Luka bleeding on the floor. And any second now, the others would return and see this.

She could already hear the accusations.

'Eva, what did you do?!'

'Eva, why are you standing over three unconscious people with a frying pan?!'

'Eva, we're going to kill you now.'

She was so dead.

Her pointy ears twitched as she picked up the sound of footsteps approaching the front door.

Her time was up.

In pure desperation, Eva did the only thing she could think of—

She grabbed Luka by the collar and yeeted him behind the couch.

THUMP.

Eva winced.

"…Uh."

That was louder than expected.

But no time to worry about that. She spun on her heel and grabbed the mayor's body, dragging her across the floor before stuffing her inside the kitchen pantry. The door barely closed.

Next, Succubus-chan.

She snatched the already-beaten succubus and shoved her behind a curtain, giving it a quick fluff to make it look totally normal and not like a person was poorly hidden behind it.

Okay. Bodies hidden. Evidence covered. Nothing looks sus.

The door swung open.

Eva whirled around so fast she nearly tripped, then flung herself onto the couch, striking the most casual pose she could manage.

The succubi stepped inside, their eyes sweeping over the room.

"Heyyyyy," Eva drawled, grinning way too hard. "Welcome back. What's up?"

Vinum narrowed her eyes. "...Why are you sitting like that?"

"Like what?" Eva shot back. "I always sit like this."

Astaroth sniffed the air. "Why does it smell like blood?"

Eva's forced grin twitched. "Uh. No idea. Maybe, uh… ambiance?"

Morrigan frowned. "And why are you sweating?"

Eva wiped at her forehead. "It's hot in here."

Lilith took a slow step forward, her gaze shifting toward the couch.

Eva's heart nearly exploded.

She had one shot.

One chance to change the subject.

"HEY, ANYWAY!" she blurted, clapping her hands together. "DID YOU GUYS KNOW THAT POTATOES MAKE YOU SICK? CRAZY RIGHT? I SAW THAT ON TV!"

Dead silence.

Alma Elma's stare burned a hole into her soul.

"...Where's Luka?"

Eva's smile barely held as a bead of sweat dripped down her temple.

"Luka?" she echoed, voice a little too high-pitched. "Oh! You mean the guy who's always cooking? Haha, yeah, uh…" She waved a hand vaguely. "He's around."

Astaroth folded her arms. "Around where?"

Eva could feel her soul trying to escape her body. "Uh…"

Think. Think.

She scrambled for anything that would make sense.

"He, uh… He said he needed some fresh air!" she blurted out, nodding rapidly. "Yeah! Said something about getting real inspired to make something new and ran outside."

Rami looked incredulous. "He ran outside?"

"Yep! Bolted right out!"

"In the middle of being under an enchanted sleep?" Lilith asked coldly.

Eva's lips parted, but no words came out.

Shit, that one is scary!

Morrigan's eyes drifted to the floor near the table, and her expression darkened. "There's blood."

Eva flinched. "Uh."

Alma Elma slowly walked toward the couch.

Eva tensed.

"Hey, Eva?"

"…Yeah?"

The queen of succubi grabbed the back of the couch and flipped it over in one motion.

Luka's limp body thumped onto the floor.

Everyone stared.

Eva stared.

Luka, in his deep sleep, let out a small, pained groan.

"…hnngh… tacos… betrayal…"

"IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN I SWEAR!" Eva cried out, the sweat mingling with her tears as all the succubi's eyes stared right through her soul.

Astaroth deadpanned. "He has a head injury."

Eva scratched her head. "W-What? Really? Crazy!"

Lilith's cold gaze hardened.

Vinum, now looking way too suspicious, glanced around the room. "Wait. Where's the mayor?"

Eva's soul fully left her body.

"Oh. Uh. She, uh…" She desperately searched for an answer. "She went…to the market! Yeah, she needed more potatoes!"

A beat of silence.

Then, from the kitchen pantry, there was a very distinct, very muffled thump.

Morrigan's head snapped toward the sound. "…What was that?"

Eva's face was crumbling even further. "Uh."

Another muffled thump.

Then a weak groan.

Then a sluggish voice.

"…Why… am I in the pantry?"

Then, the curtain behind Eva moved, and a weak groan slipped from Succubus-chan.

Eva's heart stopped.

She could feel every pair of eyes on her, and she knew, without a doubt, that her time had run out.

"I… I just wanted tacos?"

"Good grief…" Vinum sighed. 

Alma Elma was the first to strike, her fist connecting with Eva's cheek in a punch so precise it sent the smaller succubus spinning like a top. "This is for ruining my morning!" she growled, her wings flaring with irritation.

Morrigan didn't waste a second, her aura crackling as she pinned Eva in place with a wave of her hand. "And this is for making me miss my nap!" she snarled, delivering a series of rapid-fire punches to Eva's midsection.

The imps, not to be left out, swarmed Eva like a pack of angry hornets. Rami landed a solid kick to Eva's shin, while Rumi and Remi took turns pelting her with whatever they could find—a stray potato, a wooden spoon, even a half-empty bottle of hot sauce.

Eva, now thoroughly battered and bruised, tried to crawl away, but Alma Elma grabbed her by the ankle and dragged her back into the fray. "Oh no, you don't," she said with a wicked grin. "We're not done yet."

The beating continued for what felt like an eternity, Eva's cries of protest drowned out by the sound of fists meeting flesh and the occasional crack of a wooden spoon. Finally, when the succubi had exhausted their frustration, they stepped back, leaving Eva in a crumpled heap on the floor.

"Alright," Alma Elma said, dusting off her hands. "I think that's enough."

"Agreed," Lilith said, her tone calm but firm. "Let's clean up this mess and wake Luka up. We've wasted enough time."

As the succubi turned their attention to Luka, Eva groaned, her body aching from head to toe. "I just… wanted tacos…" she mumbled weakly, her voice barely audible.

With a collective sigh, the succubi gathered around Luka, their earlier anger replaced by a sense of urgency. Alma Elma grabbed him and sat him on the couch while Vinum was trying to undo the sleeping spell. The others watched in silence.

"Perhaps we should've asked her what kind of spell she used…" Lilith muttered while she was treating the wound on Luka's head.

Alma Elma, taking some opportunity leaned close to Luka's ear. "Hey…♪ Can you hear me?"

"This is not the time to annoy him," Vinum scolded her. "You missed your chance earlier."

With one final incantation, Vinum let out a quiet sigh of relief. Luka's eyes fluttered open, and his groggy, confused expression was the first sign of victory.

Luka blinked a few times, clearly struggling to shake off the effects of the enchantment. "H-huh? What… happened?"

Vinum folded her arms, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I knew it. Only an idiot would use a charm spell so stupidly." She sighed, a hint of frustration in her tone. "Since she's been beaten down, you've mostly been freed from the sleep."

"Welcome back," Lilith greeted Luka with a warm smile, though there was still a glint of amusement in her eyes.

"Are you alright?" Astaroth asked, her voice soft but concerned as she stepped closer to him.

Luka, still disoriented, blinked again, and then his eyes widened in surprise. "Damn… That's a lot of boobs—Hey, don't get too close to me!" He shoved Alma Elma back and swatted at Lilith, who had been inching closer. 

He then rubbed his eyes groggily, still trying to process the situation. Then, his gaze dropped to his hand, which was covered in black ink. "Hey, what the—"

Before he could finish, he saw Alma Elma and Morrigan rush out of the room, practically sprinting.

"For the account," Vinum sighed, sounding almost bored. "Those two idiots drew on your face and, with the help of these three imps, managed to make you soil your pants by tickling you. Go take a bath. You stink."

Luka's face turned bright red as he processed the insult. He stared at his hands in disbelief. "Are you kidding me?!"

Alma Elma's voice could be heard from the hallway. "You were so cute all sleeping like that!"

Morrigan, trailing behind her, added, "It was too tempting!"

Luka, now thoroughly mortified, stood up quickly. "I need a bath. Now."

"Want some help?" Lilith tilted her head with a smile.

"No, thanks. Really, leave me alone. I'm still mad about yesterday."

"Right," Lilith replied with a shrug, not bothering to press the issue further as Luka hastily made his way out of the room.

The succubi exchanged glances before going back to their own affairs until they heard a voice echo in the house.

"MORRIGAN! ALMA ELMA! THIS IS PERMANENT MARKER! OH GOD, THEY DREW A DICK!"