She worships her gods. But no god can protect her from me. I am the demon Volikan. Battle hardened and cruel, my berserker rage is feared through all planes of existence. And yet I am ripped from the battlefield by my king to play house with a tiny human woman half my size. I am enraptured by her beauty. My body is drawn to her in a way it has never been in the countless eons I’ve been alive. I don’t know why. She’s tiny. She’s loud. And she’s not afraid of me. I will not succumb to her feminine charms. I will not be swayed to mate with her and trade in my flame swords for baby bibs. Then why is the only thing I can think about the softness of her eyes? Her smell. Her touch. And how much I want us to be a family?