Be advised: this work contains graphic depictions of gentle femdom, cuddling, headpats, and premarital hand holding.

WARMTH FOR A WANING REALM

Rattle, patron of the End, declared war on everything that draws breath two centuries ago, forcing saints and daemon lords to clench their hands -and teeth- together for survival. The effort is working. Barely.

As it stands, the civilized nations of the Ode remain one bad day away from falling to the legions of undeath, surging monster populations, or each other.

Enter Olive Floquet, a soul sacrificed upon the pyre of one empire’s ambition only to get called up to preserve the dying embers of another’s. As a baphomet, an (un)natural born agent of debauchery and corruption, he may tip the scales in favor of the forces of chaos should he survive long enough for the dust to settle... but he’d much rather hug and play counselor to those who serve the light than get them to betray their principles.

Sleepy snuggle sessions count as corruption of a sort, no?