The next season was just around the corner. Soon the ministry will be filled with very energetic ghouls and demons. Many already prepared for the month-long event. Others still gathering necessities and trying to find partners.

Though the seasons did not affect Voxir since he was human, he was well aware of what happens during this time. The necromancer would, for the first time, be participating. He had offered to the reaper, Grim, that he would help. Voxir was going to help for the first week and the last week of the month. The middle two weeks would be too much to handle for the inexperienced human. Grim would seek the help of the other ancient ghoul, Nacht for stronger desires.

Since Voxir was going to be aiding Grim and to get himself more comfortable with experimenting by himself, he and the reaper would be going to a adult shop to select items that could...be of use.

Voxir was anxious about leaving the grounds. He has not left these grounds and rarely ever left the French ministry grounds. Th outside world could be cruel when you appear different than the norm. It was why Voxir was nearly killed at birth had it not been for the mercy of the midwife.

Grim would be with him so hopefully he would be alright. Supposedly where this shop was located in was a district where strage and unusual people gathered. Perhaps it will not be so bad then?

The necromancer did no often wear casual clothing, but still had some should he need them. Of course still a long, black buttoned closed coat, black shirt underneath. Black leather pants, tall black leather boots with straps. His long white hair tied back in a loose hair tie. Black tinted glasses to protect his sensitive eyes, as well as prevent others from seeing his crimson eyes. Last but not least, the black lace parasol to block the powerful rays of the California sun.

He awaited the reaper by the entrance of the ministry. Voxir was early, but as was his nature to be.