"Um… what do you mean they need to–"
"Bloodroot is an inheritable disease, and if your brother has it, that means your clan carries it. Usually, the cure only works on the person that ingests the cure, but the next generation will still have traces of the parasite, and this time around, the parasite would turn resistant to the only blend that we know."
"Does that mean…"
"Yeah, the women need to breed outside your clan. Secondly, the men can't be allowed to reproduce with the women of your clan, as the parasite will only get stronger the more generations it passes through. And eventually it'll be the end of your clan, turning you guys into blood zombies."
At a loss for words, the women gathered inside the chieftain's hut frantically whispered and mumbled. Discontent and discomfort echoed inside the crowded shelter, and the only one who wasn't anxious or afraid was the succubus who'd made them the offer.
