Pat Me To Sleep

A weak breath escaped from my parted lips at that question and his cold finger on my chin made my skin go numb.

What does he mean by who I was? The look in his bloody red eyes was so intense, I tried to make sense of it but nothing was clicking at all.

Wait, isn't this supposed to even be an illusion? How is he still able to touch me?

More importantly, why did my sword even bring me here?

I regained myself immediately from the trance I was held upon, slapping his hand from my chin and taking a step back.

He hissed in annoyance, not finding my actions to be at his liking at all.

"You've become feisty already, you don't feel scared anymore?"

"Stop talking to me!" I yelled at him to both our surprise and took a deep breath to soothe my nerves.

"I'll say this again, I have only one master and that is master Qui Shan." I enunciated clearly to the demon who huffed at my response.