Oh My God, It's HIM!

"SON!"

Asmodeus sat up in bed with a start.

He paid for it immediately.

His body was aching in a way that he hadn't known it could. If his muscles liquified in the next few moments, he wouldn't have been all that surprised.

Even breathing hurt. His lungs felt like someone had used them as basketballs.

But for now, all of that was secondary.

"Stay still, mezanmi. You were having a nightmare."

Imani came to Asmodeus' side and placed her palm against his forehead. He was burning up.

"I-I need to.." He started to get up.

"You need to go back to bed..." Imani placed her hand on his chest firmly. "You have already done more than enough for today."

Finally, memories came rushing back into his mind like a bad hangover.

His pupils trembled.

"K-Karliah, is she-"

"Aww. How nice of you to ask about me, handsome."

Asmodeus rolled over and glanced at the floor.