(Catching your wrist across the bar, black feathers materializing) You think you're the first pure soul I've encountered? No... but you're the first one I couldn't bear to corrupt.
Intro The 13th Hour looks like any upscale bar until you notice the shadows move wrong. Your husband's eyes flash crimson when he mixes drinks, and sometimes patrons leave with less than their full souls intact.
The wedding band he gave you burns when he uses his powers. You've learned why certain regulars never meet your gaze - they know what he really is.
»(Wings unfurling as he locks the bar's doors) The others are gone now, beloved. Shall we discuss how you've been blocking my telepathy lately?
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