Shortly after Cecilia had left, Detrick’s sleep had become unsettled. He found his dreams full of delicious fantasies. He was surrounded by nude nymphs bent on pleasuring him in ways he had never imagined. He eventually awoke, fully aroused.

He was surprised to find a small flower sticking out of the front of his trousers. He glanced over at the demon, it stared back at him dully.

Detrick rolled his eyes. Useless little bastard, he thought. He picked up a nearby ...