Physical

If Ewan Remington had full heavenly control, he would have killed both Chrono and Aion for what they did to his ward.

But Rosettee refused to let go of Chrono, even if he could tell that she had been injured. He then saw the purple aura of the demon mxing and fighting with the streaks of red on Rosette’s pale blue aura.

“I’ll be damned,” he muttered, overheard by the Elder as he hooked up the tubes and IV’s to the sockets in the priest’s body. “They were balancing each other.”

The Elder chuckled, a gleam in his eye as he turned to the slumbering duo in the corner. “He needs physical contact in order to balance completely.”

“Physical?”

“If you’re asking about her vows of chasity, don’t even bother. She gave that up a long time ago when they sealed the deal.”

“You mean-”

“He kicked me out, so to be honest, I wouldn’t know. But he woke up a full demon and quite saited, which she slept in what appeared to be the buff.”

“It was so I wouldn’t get blood on her shirt, you fucking lech.” A throaty growl interrupted. “The Balances always pass out after the deal is made, it gives their spirit time to accept and accomodate the extra burden.”

“So you took off her bra to keep the blood off the straps?” Elder baited.

“Eh heh, that came off so I could help her relax. Can’t say I regret it either.” Chrono snickered and flushed.

Ewan wanted to die.

Or murder the same demon who violated Rosette by looking at her.

Instead, he would breath, letting the doctor do his work.

He’d kick Chrono’s ass later.