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Sanadhil threw open the door to the library and was confronted with a sight so strange and shocking it took him a moment to comprehend. Emkathon was struggling with a man - no, not a man, a creature, humanoid but bat-winged. The wrap she wore to leave her own wings free was torn and trailing, half-exposing her breasts, and her feathers were in disarray, all but standing on end in her fright. The demon had his clawed hands on her pale skin, and his mouth pressed against hers despite her panicked thrashing about. She managed to push away from him long enough to scream again - "Daddy, help!" She hadn't called San that since she was three, and hearing it from her mouth was almost as unsettling as everything else.