While preparing for Beltane, a mishap on Walpurgisnacht results in a witch and her concubus familiar merging into a new singular body that is neither magi, daemona, or lilin but something...else. Something which borders on pure mana merged with pure lust and given form. Surely, a normal person would find this upsetting, were it to happen to them, however, the transformed witch seems to be enjoying the situation–perhaps even too much...