Ultimately, it was up to the brothers to decide how they would live. I told them that. I then added "However, you should keep in mind your position. You are the leaders of this temple. Please think of how your actions going forward will reflect on your fellow clerics and the monks here." They would have to think on that for a bit. I asked the cleric who were fathers if they saw the mothers of the children often. They did. None of them knew how to take care of a human child. Hybrids were a crazy concept all on their own. The mothers came over when they could to make sure that they were fed changed and cared for. The incubi provided the supervision and protection when their mothers were away. Even with Ohmath, raising a child was difficult. The demoness did not like him and abandoned the child altogether. He had to figure it out without a partner. That was a tough challenge. He was not alone. Jason and Owen were super invested in caring for his child. Now that we knew their backstory, it was clear why. They were paying back the love and support they were given. Ohmath approved.
People came by dressed as martial artists. They were followed into the temple by a smug looking young man. "My cousin was sent to the hospital with some very serious injuries thanks to these so called "monks". They are nothing but perverts. My men and I have some things to say to you." I got between the 2 groups. "Hey now! This is a temple. There are children here. Take this shit outside." The young man snapped his head towards me. It was clear he was furious. "I'm sorry. Who the fuck are you!?" he spat, daring me to challenge him. I looked him dead in the face and said "I own the fucking building and I am a proud patron of this temple." He sucked his teeth and signaled to his men. They all went outside and waited. I rolled my eyes. "One of you. Go take out the trash. Be careful though. I am almost certain that they are carrying weapons." I said to the monks. Felorin was the first to scurry out the door. The rest had to explain the situation to me. Classic case of drunk assailants harassing a young woman. She called out to them. They saved her life. She was then gangbanged by them all.
He kicked their asses one by one. None of them tried to gang up on the incubus. That was their big mistake. Felorin crippled each and every one of them. Some of them tried to pull guns and shoot him, but it was too late. If a fiend was inhumanly fast, one fortified by the mystical energy of ki was even faster. Not a single one of the hired thugs got the chance to pull the trigger. Their hands were bent and broken beyond use. It seemed that some of them were actual monks too. They practiced a different path that the Way of the Open Hand though. I told Felorin not to kill them. His hands were ready to plunge into one of their throats. "This is a place of worship. Call in the police and the ambulance. Clearly, this was an attempted assault. They should go to jail for this." Felorin growled. It was his instinct to kill his foe in front of him now that he had established the clear difference between them. He slammed his head against the ground to knock him out. He then got up slowly. I pat Felorin on the back when he passed me. "I'm sick of how the mortal world works. It is disgusting." He growled angrily.
