#synaphiemi

How long ago was it now. 50 years? Since he left the one these townsfolk call the horned angle in a pool of her own blood. To die amongst the ashes of her brethren. This will be interesting.

The demon stood at the doors of the church briefly dwelling on these thoughts before he entered. “Welcome traveler.” he was greeted by one of the nuns. “I’m sorry but service is over for the-” A raised hand from the demon cuts her off “I am not here to pray or too confess sister. I am her too see Lady VonDaniyo, its urgent.”

The Demon was leaning back, his lengthy, raven hair spooling out into a basin of water. He didn’t know why the Vampire wished to wash his hair - but she was the leader around here, and he was only staying here with her blessing, so he wasn’t about to turn down her offer.

“Thank you, Abellamora.” 

Aamon started, closing his eyes and clasping his claws together as he waited on her to get started.

@synaphiemi / Send me ≋ to share a bath with my muse        

“You know..us ghost don’t have to bathe. It’s not exactly something we need to do to keep up with ourselves. We just do it if we want to. I like to do it usually because it’s relaxing.” She leans back in the bath as the pale female joined her in the heated waters.