I shudder at her embrace, her hands hold me tightly as if to prevent me from running away.
"What did you think of my poem, Zephyra? Is it better than the flowers?" She asks gently as I feel her face rubbing against my back while she inhales deeply.
The fear I feel is indescribable, I have never witnessed such unbridled violence, and I have never been so afraid of a being before.
"Answer me," Her tone that was gentle a moment ago has turned serious in an instant.
"Y-Yes... i-it was incredible..." I say, frightened, my voice trembling with fear. The meaning of the poem is quite obvious, she came after me, made me suffer because I rejected her, and then killed everyone here just to show me her love.
A sickly love that was my fault, I always thought my ability was flawed, I never imagined that the demon king was just waiting, this dangerous monster was just waiting until I was drowning in pain and despair.