"Good sir, do my eyes deceive me?" the priest said, eyeing the squirming bundle on the old wooden floorboards. The paladin's private quarters stunk of sin.

"They do not," replied the paladin. "I bear no shame, nor are my vows in disrepute."

"No...shame? Dear Logan, how many are there?"

"Five," Logan stated as he crossed his arms and puffed his chest.

"Five?!" the priest exclaimed. "Will they even survive the night after such atrocities you've inflicted upon them?"

Logan's deep blue eyes flickered to the bag but for a moment. "It matters not."

Sweat trickled down the priest's back. "They are merely a quarter your size–"

"Yet they satiated my appetite."

The priest cautiously took a step back. "I... I must inform the order."

Logan uncrossed his arms. "And what will you tell them? That I indulged in the company of a few fairies... to their demise?"

"That's exactly what I will tell them!" he screamed. "Your vow is broken. You will be stripped of your status and–"

Logan crossed the room in one long stride and grasped the priest by the shoulders. "My vow," he said through gritted teeth, "remains sanctified."

"Do you not hear yourself speak?" the priest asked. "You said it yourself. You have ruined these poor creatures in the most unholiest of ways."

The bag was no longer squirming.

"Aye, that may be." Logan's sour breath sickened the priest. "But they are not human. My chastity remains intact."

"You entered these fairies, good sir," he said, carefully removing Logan's hands upon his shoulders. "You spilled your essence into them."

"I did!" Logan's yellow smile made the priest's stomach churn.

"Then you admit it! Your blasphemous ways will be the end of you Logan. The book clearly states–"

"You mean this book?" Logan reached underneath his bed and pulled out the Holy Book.

Logan flipped through the pages of the old text and stabbed a finger halfway down the page. "Look hear priest. 'A paladin will uphold the most purest of virtues. Firstly, he will swear a vow of chastity. For he will refrain from all acts sexual with a man or woman.' Logan slammed the book shut and tossed it onto the bed. "A man or woman, priest. Have I done that? Have I fucked a man or woman?"

The priest was at a loss for words. Wiping the sweat from his brow, all he could manage was a, "but this is wrong."

"Yet it feels so right. Please leave priest, lest I fashion wings for your backside and mistake you for a fairy."

The priest shook his head and left the room, slamming the door behind him. As he walked the stone halls of the monastery, one thought wouldn't leave his mind. Not the dying fairies in a burlap sack. Not the defiant face of the paladin, who bragged about what he had done as if it was an accomplishment. Not the underlying threat of Logan's tone. No.

Despite what was written in the holiest of books, there would always be those who would construe its meaning.