Damian...

While Elara and Agatha were catching up, Damian sat in his bedroom. Clothes were discarded to the side as the rough sound of ragged breathing filled the air.

Groaning mixed with the lustful calls of desire filled the house. Finally, as the heightened emotions began to wane, Damian got up. His robe covered the myriad of scars that littered across his body. The tattoos hid some, but his painful past still remained certain.

"Damian..." a voice called out, barely audible in the labored breaths. While ignoring the calls of desire, Damian turned around, ignoring the figure in his bed.