The next thing Ruth knew she was standing in an area filled with nothing but orange trees.

"Here," Jophiel said, walking through the groves, "I have a friend who lives here. We'll stay until we have this condition of yours under control, yes?"

Ruth blindly followed her, completely confused. "'Condition' is the understatement of the century Miss Jophiel," she muttered, "and who is this friend of yours?"

"But it's only the beginning of the twentieth," Jophiel pointed out, "So don't speak so soon. Also, call me Josephine Adams. It blends in better."

"Alright Miss Adams," Ruth said as they made their way through the orange trees, "May I take one?"

"Oh you can, but I wouldn't recommend it," Josephine said, laughing lightly. "As a succubus you can't really appreciate normal foods…except for chocolate."

"I'm a what!?" Ruth demanded, stopping in her tracks. "I will not seduce men in their sleep!"

Josephine sighed. "Miss LaRouge," she said, "not all succubae do that. The majority of them do, but it's to survive. They live off of the emotion—a few succubae feed off of dreams or other emotion, such as anger or even happiness."

Ruth nodded and continued to walk with Josephine. "Well," she said, "why can succubae eat chocolate?"

"I'm not sure," Josephine admitted, "but we angels can eat it too. Our sense of taste for human food is dulled—maybe we like it because it's so sweet?"

"But everything else tastes bland for demons and angels?"

Josephine thought for a moment. "Well I know cherubim love to eat oranges," she said, "but I'm not sure why—but we both can have non-human food like emotions, auras, and blessed or cursed food."

"Blessed…and cursed?"

Josephine thought for a moment. "For angels, food prayed over by other angels or pastors retain their full taste—but demons such as yourself will get what can only be described as 'food poisoning' from it. However, if a cult, a high-ranking demon, or something along those lines were to 'bless' the food, you can eat it just fine. Unblessed chocolate is fair game for both sides, and cherubim devour oranges like wraiths devour souls!"

The new demoness laughed lightly. "Well that must account for the endless rows of orange trees we're wandering in."

The angel stopped and looked as if she remembered something. "Oh! Right!" she said, turning around and walking in the opposite direction. "We were going to my friend's home!"

Ruth sighed as she followed after her. "Where did you think we're going Miss Adams?"

"I usually take a different route," Josephine said, "And it leads through heaven first, and that'd be bad to bring you along—imagine how sacrilegious it would be to bring a demon into Heaven!"

For the first time, Ruth realized what being a succubus really meant.

"Miss Adams," she said, "If…if we don't get my 'condition' under control…will I be sent to hell for eternity?"

Josephine didn't reply.

Deciding to take her silence as a yes, Ruth followed quietly behind.

"Here we are!" Josephine said as they approached a large manor. It was a blinding white, and Ruth had to look down to avoid being blinded.

However, Ruth stopped when she saw a white, glowing line before her on the ground. She looked side to side and realized that in encompassed the entire manor. After putting two and two together, she realized that it was the barrier making the manor glow, and not the manor itself.

Suddenly she felt the instinct to flee, but she held still.

"Miss LaRouge," Josephine said, a ways off. "What's keeping you? Come along!"

Ruth went to follow, but common sense didn't let her feet leave their spot.

"…Miss LaRouge?"

"Miss Adams," Ruth said carefully, "what is this surrounding your house?"

Josephine smiled. "Clever girl," she said, "it's a Sanctus porta, or holy gate. If a demon steps through, they're immediately sent down to one of the deepest parts of hell."

"…was that a test?" Ruth asked, looking at her suspiciously. "…or are you actually trying to kill me?"

"It was merely a test Miss LaRouge," Josephine affirmed, "merely a test."

Ruth didn't really feel safe with Josephine anymore, but she sighed. "Can you take the holy gate down?"

Josephine murmured a few words in a language Ruth didn't understand, and then the light vanished. "There we go," she said happily, "its safe now."

Taking a deep breath, Ruth followed Josephine to the manor.

"Well that worked out so well."

After a considerable amount of effort, Will opened his eyes and sat up slowly. "H-huh…?"

"Hi."

When his eyes adjusted, he realized that Satan had taken the appearance of a wealthy business man—he can still tell it was him by his impossibly dark eyes, black as night from the whites to the pupil.

"Props for trying though," Satan continued, "Now you'll have your wish granted."

"B-but…" Will looked down at the ground. His wife was nowhere to be found—what was the point if she wasn't by his side? That was the point of this entire situation—to be with his wife no matter what!

"…she must hate me."

"I'm sure she does," Satan agreed. When Will glared at him, the devil raised his hands. "Hey, don't ask me to make you feel better—you're lucky I'm telling it as it is instead of sugar coating it for you to give you false hope."

Running a hand through his hair, William growled in frustration. His hands weren't as grotesque as his wife's, but black hair fell in front of his eyes—hair that was previously blonde.

"I…I want to change my wish," he said at last.

"Nope," was Satan's blunt reply. "You'll need to give up another soul, which you do not have—and if you go around forging people's signatures, it'll be their dreams that will be fulfilled, not yours."

He didn't realize that he was crying until he wiped his eyes. He cursed himself and his wife to this fate, and now they can't even be together…

What's the point?

"Wait," the devil said suddenly, "There is one loophole you can take advantage of—if you're willing—"

"I'll do anything!" William cried, kneeling in front of the devil. "P-Please! I-I just want to be with my wife!"

The Devil grinned. "Good," he replied, "You will."