5. Your muse finds my muse in an alley, crying and bleeding after being raped. 

He’d never seen them coming. Demons, a whole horde of them, and in a group effort they’d managed to overcome him – even steal the precious souls he’d been stowing away to save Alan. But that wasn’t all they’d taken. 

Eric curled up face down on the pavement, tasting blood through soft whimpers. His bare skin gleamed with blood and bruises. He wanted to get up, dress himself. He yearned to get to his feet on his own and walk away, but… 

He hadn’t the strength.