Delicious...

Everette.

I materialize in the room where Aisha is still unconscious.

Seeing my soul so vulnerable and weak makes a part of me, the one that demands control and dominance, emerge without being able to help it. I sigh and take a seat next to her, examining her pale face, her long hair, her delicate eyelashes, every part of her.

I'm being a damn fool again, I curse every time this happens to me. I often question whether this is all because of the mark. It's a seemingly unbreakable demonic bond, which binds two beings together for all eternity, making them one. I have always been on my own, never dependent on my mother or father.

But at this moment I find myself here, at the mercy of a being who is not loyal to the demonic forces, who is fearful and weak, yet the tranquility I feel when I look at her is unlike anything I have ever known.

But I don't care about that anymore.