Hearing Carmela's words, Cassius wanted to scoff.
Joy, of all people, converting to the side of evil?
The idea was ridiculous on its face.
She was literally the chosen daughter of the Goddess of Light. The Saint of Judgment. The woman who had dedicated her entire existence to vanquishing darkness and upholding divine will.
If she turned evil, the universe might as well give up entirely.
But then he looked at her.
He looked at the new...additions to her form. The way her silhouette seemed to shift and flow in the dim light. The sudden, inexplicable allure that radiated from her like heat from a fire.
And for a moment—just a moment—he wondered if Carmela might be right.
Because for some reason looking at Joy made every drop of blood in his body rush south with alarming speed.
His already hardened cock twitched, straining further despite having just been through an intense encounter with Carmela.
His throat felt dry. His mind hazy.
