Gargoyles and demons and potatoes, oh my!

Its true what they say, some harems are growers, not showers. It doesnt feel too shocking that Ive matched with another mate, and Im good with these seven. The road ahead isnt 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 isnt anything simple about being this conduit.

With everyone declaring themselves my new roommates, its far simpler to start to build relationships the way they should have been built from the get go. Now, if only I wasnt 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.