Before we begin the average reading, I'd like to point out that this new story of mine is one that will be aimed to be more gruesome and graphic than any of my previous works. That's not to say I can actually out-gore someone else's fic, but when I say this, I also mean there will be a shit-ton of fucky, weird scenes that will make this seem like it belongs in a Puppet Master movie instead. Or maybe in Project X if you're reading this while under the influence of drugs.

Warning, there may be some scenes that will make you gag, but I do not know for sure unless I do try to make you gag.

This fic will be a short one, four or five chapters long, and if you find this vaguely familiar down the road, that is because this was seen in Estrangement as a fictional movie that Lupa and Loan were watching. Yes, those are legit spoilers for this here sorry, but it'll be fun. Oh yeah, it'll be fun.

Please, enjoy chapter one.

It was a time like no other. An occasion unlike anything she's ever seen before. An odd case for an odd girl with an odd life and hell, even a set of odd white hair that mesmerized mostly everyone who had ever come across her, known people and strangers teenage albino had developed a nasty habit of smoking, which had jump-started that same summer break, which had ended just weeks ago. Right down to the edge of the cigarette, and she didn't have the weight of the world on her shoulders taken off this time. The remedy her body adapted to render useless now. "Damn..."

It happened to be raining hard on that gray evening. She aligned herself right to the edge of the porch, and was barely protected from its roof above. Any closer, and she'd be wet. It had gotten a little chilly, being in the backyard for about ten minutes. Her yellow skirt wasn't helping her, unlike her favorite sweater, a black one with some round eyeball with two purple wings. She tried her best to avoid and ignore it, despite the probability of hypothermia. She didn't care. She didn't care at all.

Lupa was smoking to drive the bad shit away, the fourth time since she had gotten the dreadful news; the love between them ended, and Lupa was just as affected as they were. She still remembered it freshly; Lucy didn't want to stay at all with Lincoln, opting to take their only daughter away. They both loved her their own way, so it was quite the stalemate they reached. Stalemate, but that then broke when Lucy had packed up and walked out on them both on the last day of that school year. Lincoln was drinking more and had to pick up double work once accepting the fact his wife was never due to return to the house. More or less did Lupa understand it, unnerved at first due to it seeming like one of their usual fights they'd have throughout her life. It didn't seem real, even when he hugged her tightly, repeating the same line of, "It's going to be okay, Lupa"; even when he was found or shown crying a few times around her; even when the house was more empty than she was used to seeing.

The moment she accepted her mother's leaving was when Lupa took the time to call her. The charade had went too far, and Lupa knew when the act needed to end. Only... It was no act.

"I'm sorry, the number you have reached has been disconnected," came the operator's voice. And Lupa hung up.

The rain persisted to spread its tears to the world. Lupa pulled the shortened cigarette from her lips and threw it into the grassy field over the porch. She then dug into her sweater pockets and took out the cartridge of the Marlboro brand tobacco cigs. Empty. "...Shit."

Her lungs felt bad, and she coughed a few times now. It was definitely killing her, but the probability of dying young from these things, it seemed low and unreasonable to her. She was going to die, but not now. Not yet.

At least, that was what she believed.

How could Lupa have anticipated the unknown? How could she understand that a special but bizarre guest would come into her life, and for a disturbingly freaky amount of reasons?

It happened as soon as she went back inside, defeated formidably by the forces of the cold atmosphere. Despite having already developed the chills, Lupa found herself to be craving a cold beverage. Her favorite drink turned out to be bottled ice mochas, primarily the Starbucks brand ones.

The house, a two-story creaky structure that was part of a quiet neighborhood in Spokane, Washington, needed some work. From the exterior, the blue paint, having made the place looking like it didn't fully fit in, was chipping away, revealing a darker, nastier shed of coloring underneath. If that wasn't all, some shingles from the roof would rattle and shake on those windy days. Remodeling was so desperately needed, and her father tried his best to cram that into his busy schedule.

No, it hadn't happened yet. Someday, perhaps.

From the inside, Lupa had noted the house's many pros and cons; First off, despite there being two floors, the entire first floor was occupied with the living room, and right before the exit that led to the backyard, the kitchen and dining room were found to the left, once described by her father as, "the same kitchen design I grew up with." That meant that there would be no spare room in the household she could claim. In total, the second floor contained three rooms, and one bathroom. Two of those rooms were occupied as one for herself, and the other for her parents. The third one became the fun room, a nice area where Lincoln's vast collection of comics and manga, along with Lucy's shelves of her own favorite genre of books, as well as poetry, served as a small library for Lupa to access.

From Fullmetal Alchemist manga volumes to the Dollanganger book series, Lupa found the room to be quiet and enjoyable for her. Sometimes it would actually help her block out the fighting from the putaide of the room. That was a pro, and a con all the same. Con, for she was learning to block it out instead of talking.

Even with that room available, she wished she had another room, preferably an arcade room. Hell, maybe a theater room.

Then there was the basement. An empty, dusty, rat-infested place where only the monsters resided in. It was there that she had found a binder full of Pokemon cards. At first, she assumed it was one of her dad's collectibles, but it turned out the previous owners might've had a brat who left it behind. Lupa simply threw it into the garbage, even after Lincoln had shown some interest and wondered if there might've been rare and priceless cards among the binder.

Lupa sniffed lightly and had opened the fridge when she heard an eerie sound that originated from the basement had pulled her attention away. "Huh?"

It was around four in the gray afternoon, and her father wasn't set to return for about five more hours. It definitely wasn't him. Could a stray dog or cat have broken through the rectangular windows on the side of the wall from the basement? Lupa had enough courage to earn some brass balls if she could; down to the basement she went. The con here was that there was no light. The pro here was that she didn't need the light from the room. The brightness on her phone was maximized, helping to guide her around. The stairs seemed too old to keep around. The creaking was what put Lupa off. It was no wonder she never came down here more than twice in ever.

"Hello?" The animal she preferred was a cat, and that's what she hoped to bump into if she found it. "M-meow... Meow!" Unfortunately, the albino was no cat whisperer.

The three windows on the right side of the wall had remained intact, unbroken. Nothing had entered, but then... What was that sound? This was getting a little too creepy... Maybe it was just Lupa's imagination at play again. "Ugh... Pathetic. I must be hearing things."

"You are..." came the low, raspy voice of a man. "You heard me..."

Lupa jumped back in fear and made a daring step backwards. Intruder. She had an intruder. "H-hey, y-you'd better stay where you-"

The basement was mainly overcrowded with a shit ton of boxes full of junk and other stuff Lincoln had to keep in storage as there wasn't sufficient space to unpack them in. Almost immediately did they begin to tumble out of place, making quite the racket Lupa made out to believe. She retreated back out of the basement, undoubtedly freaked out. Her feet clamped heavily on each step back to ground level; she reached the third to last step, and activated the surprise.

A hand burst through the dusty plank beneath her and snatched her foot tightly. "Lupa..."

The cold albino let out a girly scream, squirming her other leg to strike down on the intruder beneath her. "HEY, LET FUCKING GO OF ME!"

"I can smell it..."

Lupa was nearly out, so she tried desperately to pull herself out of the intruder's grasp. Her arms met the surface of the final step, and had managed to drag herself only an inch away from the danger below. Then, she kicked down on the man again, this time landing a kick on what she felt was his face. "SON OF A BITCH!"

The hostile being lost his grasp. Lupa pounced up right on the tile floor of the kitchen, dragging herself away from the dark pit behind her. She checked her hands and realized she had dropped her phone down there. "Fuck...!"

Lupa stood almost frozen, unable to move amidst the trembling of her body. She sprawled on the floor for some long seconds, waiting for some sort of reply or move like a dumbass from an 80s horror movie. Her breathing rate had jumped up quite a bit, and the top of her head feeling too hot for her own good. Lupa was really freaked out, and was so again when the undeniable sound of footsteps rolled out from the basement.

Thud. Lupa gulped and moved to her left, now carefully moving to the drawers.

Thud. She pulled out the drawer that housed all utensils and other silverware, and brandished a knife.

Thud. Both of her arms held the thing, and Lupa gracefully took position behind the corner.

Thud. The home invader sounded so near, and Lupa had never been more scared. No, not like this. Not scared enough to act for her own life. This was a first, and it could very well be the last. She didn't want to die, however. Not now. Not yet.

Thud. Lupa took a long deep breath and rushed it. She came down with a nice embracing scream and then stopped. "Huh?!"

No one was facing up to her from below the staircase. It was a trap. It had to be. Lupa's phone was still in view from her angle. She peered her head closer and glanced around the area. Pity she couldn't make shit out without a light source. She lowered the knife.

Still fearful of going back down to investigate, Lupa returned back and set the knife on the sink. Could she have just imagined it? Was there really someone down there? Lupa did see that the windows hadn't been shattered. How else would a man have broken in? It made no sense to her. Maybe she really was just out of it. "Hmm... Stupid horror movies..."

All this nonsense going around must've been tampering with her mind. Maybe a shrink needed to be hired to take her on. Like hell.

She wasn't going to retrieve her phone back, regardless of what she had just been through. She could either blame her fixated love on horror media, or probable hallucinations that were the effects of days' worth of sleepless nights. She'd blame it on the bullshittery that circled around the lives of the family of three. After day five of the consecutive run, she lost count.

She figured she didn't want to sleep, due to a nap at this time would only ensure she not feeling the drowsiness later on. That, and also the fact that she was really done in by the hallucination. The fact that her leg really felt violated without being so was oddly realistic, and it truly unnerved her.

Oh well, at least she had a nice beverage to look forward to.

Lupa went to the fridge and swung it open. Yes, only three more of the damn mochas were left untouched. To this day, Lupa wasn't sure where her love for them came from. Prob had to be from her father's, seeing as how he was the one to introduce her to them.

Lupa snatched one out of its cooling abode. "Come to mama!" She closed the fridge...

"HELLO, LUPA!" The face of a strange creature, not at all a man, or even a human being, popped up right behind the fridge door.

She dropped the bottle and let it shatter on the ground. It made a nice mess of glass fragments and the light brown liquid. It had almost been like she was shoved by an invisible pair of hands, for she had stumbled back down to the floor. "O-oh-m-muh-"

The thing right before her, its physique was a buffy but skinny type, and pecked with quite a tall height as well. Its skin, a moody gray color that Lupa found peaceful, but just barely. The closer details gave her such a frightening. Claws and talons. A ferocious smile that was over-extended by width, and the intimidating rows of serrated teeth on its mouth that was revealing. The nose was just a pair of nostril triangles, like some sort of reptile. And then, there were the eyes. Pure white eyes, and in a different shape than that of regular human eyes. It looked like a failed marketing campaign for the Venom movie, to put in plainly. Or, maybe the Fox Studios rendition of one. "Wh-what the hell-?"

The odd creature began chittering and raising its head up, a bizarre spectacle for Lupa. "Allow me to introduce myself-"

"What a-are you?" Lupa slowly rose up, not breaking eye contact from this mysterious monster-man thing. It was the only thing she could really ask while still fighting the instilled fear.

The creature bent down and began crawling on the floor, heading right to Lupa. It moved in such creepy movements, bending and twisting its limbs and head like it was nothing.

"Oh my, G-" Lupa ended up vomiting on the spot. A grotesque scene begets a grotesque reaction. She coughed and wheeled, wiping her mouth away with her sleeve. "Y-you're some kind of demon!"

"That I am, that I am!" The nefarious looking entity cackled pleasantly. It began to sniff away once it got right into Lupa's face. Whatever it was that it got whiff off, it definitely loved the scent of the smell. "How do you do?"

Lupa growled and delivered a headbutt. "Get away from-" The teenager had struck her head hard against its own, only proving that the inhuman's skull was tougher than her own. She was unconscious before she even fell to the floor.

She came to, and remembered how things had been left off before the fall. Her head was giving her some grief in the form of a nasty headache, and Lupa felt a drop of a cold draft waving around her forehead. She poked away at it, and felt a disturbance there. She had received a scrape and had actually bled a little from it.

She noticed her surroundings, finding herself in none other place than her own bed, laying down as if she had been napping all along. Everything was calm, perfectly still. What were the chances there was a mess in the kitchen, a broken step and a neglected phone in the basement?

Granted, she didn't find her phone on the computer desk to the right of her room, the place where shed usually leave it lying around. It happened the way she'd seen. Then, that only meant-

The shadow rose from the bed, bringing Lupa's train of thought to an unscheduled stop. The same humanoid figure was there to greet Lupa back into the real world. "Had a good sleep?"

She fell out of bed, diagnosed with a case of fright stll. "H-hey, man! I did nothing wrong! Take the costume off!"

Like before, the creature tilted its head upwards and made that creepy sound with its mouth. It was there and then that Lupa realized what it was doing; laughing. "A costume?"

It was laughing at her. "Don't make fun of me, you..." She studied it again. "It's not a suit?"

Now she felt all formal and calm for reasons she couldn't explain. Maybe that was due to him, or it, or whatever it was, not trying to harm her this time. She sniffed the air and them covered her nose. The vomit stench hadn't gone away. "Ugh!"

"Hey, kiddie, where did that fear go?" The thing circled around Lupa's bed, exploring the room it was in. "Are you sure you don't want to entertain me further? I'm getting a hoot out of your reaction to me."

"R-reaction to you?" Lupa tried to get up, but found that she was unable to. Only her head had been given that luxury. "Whoa, what's going on? The fuck can't I move?"

"Well, you had a nasty bump a few minutes ago. I wouldn't want my host to receive damage beyond repair. You're stuck there so that you won't jump back or anything." It placed a hand on its chest and smiled widely. Actually, it really looked like the grin could actually rip the top half off its head if it really tried. "While I may not have a name, I would rather be given one branded by my own host."

"Host? Host for what?" Lupa then shook her head. "No... Start from scratch. You've lost me."

"I am a demon," the thing explained. "I've come here following a scent that leads me to food." It pointed at her, still grinning.

"F-food? What kind of food?" She was asking too many questions for her own good. Now she was worried again.

"I am one such being that feeds off of the essence of rage and fury, and that's what my nose has detected while being around here in this town."

"I... Are you actually a-?" One in a million chances to experience a supernatural encounter; why was she the winning one?

"I believe I said so. Yes, yes, Lupa."

She'd seen enough supernatural movies to understand the concept of a foul ghoulish entity with a terrifying agenda. Or so she thought.

The thing explained its own background in detail, rendering Lupa as nothing short of a private audience. Born below from a place indescribable and dastardly, the demon had wandered around the earth for hundreds of years, doing the one thing it had been in order to survive; attach to a human host and feed off of that human's negative emotions. A lack of consuming the energy meant it would shrink until it became nothing. A hell of a lotta hosts in between then and now, and the pleasure tone Lupa sensed from it made her think it was proud of those feasts.

"So... Let me get this straight. You were just wandering about and it just so happens that you detected this anger I don't know I have?" Lupa was a little skeptical at this. "Hate to tell you, but I am not exactly ravenous with rage."

The thing sniffed again. "My nostrils don't lie to me. You reek of hatred."

"So... Alright, suppose all of this is true... And then what? Just how are you going to feed off of me?" Lupa finally found herself liberated from her confinement and waved a hand and slapped the demon's shoulder. "You're not gonna go all vampire on me if that's how you feed, are you? Or touching any part of my body? Actually..." She sat upright and looked out her window.

Her aroma, full of fury. That's the reason it gave her when it found her. No, tracking was the right word. Tracking to feed again. The prey it found, sorely because she was actually doing her best to bottle it up. How was this possible?

"Why me? Why can't you just find another angry person?" She stood up, not taking her eyes off the window, and took slow steps towards it. "Why me?"

The outer world was now exposed to a heavier thunderstorm. It had gotten darker, and the rain was pouring fiercely than before. The droplets were even heard splattering about from her room. "I..."

"This is a random occurrence, don't get me wrong," it said. The unnatural grin turned into a frown. "I was not expecting a young girl this time. I usually come across big, brooding men, sometimes sadists. Come to think of it..."

Lupa looked back at it. "What, I'm the first girl ever to play restaurant to you? Heh..."

"It is indeed a surprising turn of events for me as well."

Thunder cracked through the skies above, ringing all over town. She could feel the intensity of the earth's faint ahaming, the reaction to the moody clouds who kept screaming their well known cries.

"I guess I should feel honored. It's not everyday I have a tall and horrifying visitor," she laughed. "Demon... I'll be damned. My name's-"

It already knew her name, however. Had it been stalking her just prior to today? And if so... How long had it been?

"You've been learning about me, haven't you? How you knew my name, I can't believe to understand it."

"I've been in here for a few hours, gathering facts."

Great, a stalker who just made themselves known. "Alright, demon, you know my name, so it's fair I know yours."

It shook its head, and walked over to Lupa's computer. "A name is something I have never attained from any time period I lived through. All the previous humans I've leeched on have always seen me as nothing more than a simple creature doing what it needed to survive. I don't mind if that's how I'm interpreted as through your eyes."

"So you've been seen as what you are, so what? You freaks are stereotyped as bloodthirsty maniacs with a knack for human appetite. You're telling me the media got it all wrong?"

"In a sense," it revealed. "We all do as we please, but not all of us are the monsters any person would make us out to be. Now, I ask you, what do you make of all this?"

A demon, self-conscious on how it was seen, what else could Lupa expect down the line? "Why would you care what I think? Aren't you deprived of emotion?"

The demon scratched the back of its head. "I've grown rather weary of the endless fuss and assumptions on me. There was a time when I ate people way long ago, but it only brought upon awareness and resilience among factions around."

Lupa's eyes widened in response. "You? Eating people? Awesome!"

"...Eh? Awesome? Uhh... You are not a normal girl at all, are you?"

Lupa raised her shoulders. "What gave it away, demon dude? My white hair? Or the fact that I'm not spooked anymore by the likes of you?"

"White hair... And you're not even an elderly person."

"Ha, like you?" Her first memorable roast at it. Lupa had some sass and a great deal of savagery to claim the title of ice queen if she was more known throughout her school. Possibly beyond. "Just how old are you? Did you know Attila the Hun?"

"Uhhh..." The demon just shook its head.

"So... How do you feed off of my negative emotion?" Lupa wondered that question above all else, in the list of the ones she had left.

"Humans are the most vulnerable during slumber, therefore it's the only good time for me to consume. And don't worry..." It opened its mouth wide open, and spat Lupa's phone onto the keyboard. "I need not harm you for it. All I have to do is be around you for an unknown time period, until I suck you dry of the energy. And all you'll have to do is..."

"While you're at it, I'd advise you not swallowing my belongings!" Lupa warned.

Things really got dark so fast. It would be around her, feeding off of her emotions, sourced by her own problems. If that was really how it sounded to her, then she had to accept and relieve her heart of the vile. It sounded so damn cheesy when she wandered into the philosophical territories. The only way to get rid of this thing was to accept what was, and to no longer fight away and built up what had been created by her parents' ordeal. It was that simple... Only it wasn't.

"...Put up with me until then."

That was the unscripted deal they agreed to, albeit Lupa was still concerned about any hidden facts or missing insight she felt she had to know. There had to be more about her new pet underneath the surface. Maybe she'd get access to more in time. After all, the demon had been fairly open about itself. It wouldn't be bad, would it?

"I know you can magically appear in another location, as seen when you appeared beside me in the kitchen. Got any other disappearing tricks I've not seen yet?"

The nameless supernatural entity stumbled to Lupa's closet, on the right side of the room. "I have enough parlor tricks to conceal myself from the eyes of others. I can even do this." It rummaged through her closet, and then entered inside.

"Hey, what the fuck are you doing?!" Lupa went after the entity and dug around the clothes. Pity she had a hell of a lotta clothes either hung on hangers or spilled in a pile below. Not enough hangers to go around. "What the-?"

She found the demon alright, but it was how it had taken a new form that had surprised her indefinitely. It was literally hiding among one of Lupa's sweaters, particularly a purple one, with its face dead on the front. "I can appear to be part of a custom made shirt or sweater if I do desired."

Lupa felt a little disgusted. "Y-you wouldn't be able to feel my tits against you, would you?" Despite her breasts still developing, Lupa labeled her puppies big enough by her standards.

The demon answered with a new facial activity Lupa had yet to see; its whole face just swirled like a wheel clockwise, and it was also making a freaky sound with its tongue. This had to be horniness. Horniness from a real live demon.

"Hey, I'm not going to wear you! Jeez, you're like a teenager! Anyways... I think you do need a name. I'm not gonna call you demon the whole time we'll be around each other. You definitely need a name so..." She pondered it.

The demon returned back to its original form and shut the closet back.

"Back in eighty-five, a host considered the name Excetum for himself..."

Lupa made her way to the computer and sat down. Activating the computer, she tucked her phone back in her sweater. "Excetum? Sounds like a sci-fi video game. What's the context behind it?"

The demon laughed disturbingly once more. "That host was an employee for a science division. He had wondrous ideas of all sorts- And I guess his anger drew from not having enough time to bring his dreams to life. The name must have been meaningful to him, and even I never understood why. I just knew that it had significance."

"A science division? Don't those guys get paid rich? Oh, don't tell me he was a security guard or something?"

"No, he was a technician working under the robotics unit. Ahh... I can still hear the sounds of circuits going off to this day."

Lupa raised an eyebrow. "I don't see why he'd get mad cause of that. The name... You want to take the one he used?"

"That's the thing, Lupa. That's the thing."

A demon, more like a human than she initially perceived. Truly odd.

"He never used it," said the demon. "He died in an accident in the facility. Explosion, it killed twenty-six, injured thirty-nine, and, believe it or not, an unknown number of people have gone missing, unaccounted for. Science mumbo jumbo I can't comprehend, you know?"

"I suppose I'll look into it. What did you say this division was?" The comupter, a recent 2034 HP model, flashed right into its home screen. Lupa's wallpaper of a bloody skull had been unchanged for nearly a year.

"Oh... Let's see... The company was called Vial. Yeah, yeah. That's it. Vial Corporation."

Lupa opened the chrome browser and entered the Google homepage. "Is it Vial or Vile?"

"I and A," it informed her. "Like the containers."

She did her research, and it didn't take her that long to find the articles of the incident it mentioned. Yes, it was like he had said. Over two dozen had perished in some kind of explosion, a gas leak as the article suggested, and another three dozen had barely made it out alive. "...You saw it happen, right? You saw this happen?"

Lupa's newfound friend nodded. "Yes. As per his last request..."

"Oh, stop. You're actually getting mushy on me with this. Don't expect me to offer up a kiss or something." The one fact that Lupa wasn't told concerned those who had died; all bodies found in the explosion were reported as heavily mutilated, mangled up and seemingly chewed;

It has been believed that an unknown wild animal had broken into the facility and inadvertently caused the explosion the officials have called as nothing more than a gas leak.

Along with that, some grisly images flooded at the bottom. Lupa stomached only two of however many there were, until she finally closed the tab. It checked out. Mister Demon was not lying about it... Or... Not completely at least.

"Alright. Excetum... It's a silly name for my taste." Lupa stood up from her set-up and walked up to Excetum directly. She extended a hand out, but then retracted. "You don't have any demon aids or anything that can kill me, right?"

"Really? You've just met a being beyond your comprehension, and you're worried about your health?"

Lupa just smiled. "You were totally scary before, and I'd be lying if I still thought that, but... I don't see the harm in keeping you around, as long as you don't kill me-"

"The process is painless."

"-Or leave me drained of life."

"You look like you've been drained of life before I got here. I mean, look at your white hair! Did I scare the life out of you already?" It laughed monstrously.

Lupa's mouth drew open. It had been a while since someone spewed an insult about Lupa's hair. The last time was in fifth grade- And the chump ended up with a broken leg thereafter. No one made that mistake again. The demon wasn't to be an exception. But... She made it so. "Ballsy bastard. I'd kill you for that, if I knew how to." She scratched her chin. "You can die, right?"

"Yes, yes," it admitted. "But... I will never tell you how to kill me."

Lupa raised her shoulders. "It was worth a shot. Now then..."

How about that? Lupa Loud, your typically sulking girl with no real desire for social interaction, force-fed a supernatural entity to keep around. Did God will this, or was this the work of the Devil himself? Either way, as random as this was, there had to be a deeper reason behind this. A true reason she would soon come to find. But until then-

"This is gonna be so much fun!" Lupa exclaimed.

And it would be. Oh yes, it would be.

AN: As you might deduce, Death Note was a mild influence for this fic, but the OC himself has been created before I came across the manga/anime. Of course, I have two OCs named Excetum, mind you, with the demon one being the new one. Rather than collecting dust, I'd thought I would put them to good use. You see many people putting OCs into fics, and I've kinds done the same, but not like this. Not to the fullest extent.

No, there is no notebook of death for this one, haha. Nor a Lupa trying to get rid of the world's criminals. It's more like, she gets the idea to have fun around school with him, but that will come soon enough. No spoilers, I'm afraid.

Think of this like a horror comedy. A very black one, and I've just gone light for this chapter. Some other sin kids will be appearing down the road, yeah. Four of them, apart from her actually.

And no, the incest angle will not exist. I replaced that with an unexpected secret. God, I love my work.