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Something’s not right here....

War: The smut snuck up on him. He wasn’t ready!

Death comes bursting into room 5 seconds later: “NOOOOO!!!”

Fury: T H E   D E L I G H T ? ! 

Strife: He’d probably find the smut too tame. 

Death: You assume he’d ever read a smutty fic?

Azrael: Tries to bless the Hell out of the smut. “THE POWER OF CHRIST COMPELS YOU! SINFUL HEATHEN!”

"I'm breaking so many strictures" She mused out loud "We're on a boat, soon to be traveling to The Abbey which is full of people who hate those who break the strictures" She said, looking around for a spare button

"Which strictures are you breaking, Emily Kaldwin?" He asked

She looked up at him "What?"

"You heard me, You said you were breaking strictures, You're not a spiritual person. You're a heretic."

Emily chuckled nervously "It's just a joke, I was just... kidding."  

He leaned in closer to her, over the shirt "Is it... restless hands?" He whispered

Emily shook her head "Stop it, I'm trying to fix this so we can leave the boat" She felt her face flush, The Outsider disappeared from his spot and appeared again right behind her, resting his chin against her shoulder "Was it... rampant hunger?"

Emily felt tingles down her spine "I know you're a God, but I have beat up many people in the Isles and I will beat you up too if you don't knock it off"

"I know what it was" He whispered "It was... wanton flesh" Emily listlessly smacked the back of her hand against his face, which made him retreat

"Do you want your damn shirt fixed or not?" She said, starting to feel irritated with the young God

"I do" He said simply "But I also wish to know what is making The Empress so uncomfortable"

She turned to look at him he is so pale she thought, she approached him and placed her hands on his bare shoulders "You... are... driving... me... insane" She said with a smile "Now will you let me fix your shirt so we can go?"