“We have to stop meeting like this,” the swordhands warrior said to the mantis priestess. “If the dark lords find out, we’re doomed.”
“I know… I’m so sorry.”
“Me too, my love. Goodbye.”
They parted ways with heavy hearts that night. One day interspecies love would be accepted in this world, but they would be long gone by then.
The warrior was sad, so sad. Little did he know that after their first night together the priestess would have eaten his head.