Seven is Swell

Gargoyles and demons and potatoes, oh my!

It's true what they say, some harems are growers, not showers. It doesn't feel too shocking that I've matched with another mate, and I'm good with these seven. The road ahead isn't the simplest, and sometimes I wish I could just move to a farm in the country and live the life of a normal conduit, but with angry pride males trying to force me into lewd public acts, a demon leaving me love notes, and a gargoyle to un-curse, there isn't anything simple about being this conduit.

With everyone declaring themselves my new roommates, it's far simpler to start to build relationships the way they should have been built from the get go. Now, if only I wasn't finding out about a contractual engagement to said demon that my mother made to save the world or something, I could actually breathe for a moment.