Protect what you love

The sounds of fetching drew his ears to the source as he looked North. The sound was undeniably Vi, and the demon king turned his head as she moved from the bile. A sigh passed his lips. She was irritable, sore, and tired he knew. And with that now probably hungry. He shook his head as she started her complaining. He moved to her then his form covering hers as he sat with her back to his stomach. She wouldn't lay dang on him he knew. "Go on solara, go catch up to Noctus. He will guard you while I convince her." his words were soft, almost uncharacteristic so of him. He held no anger today, for today he was placid, tired and anticipating this to be his last few days with Vianni should the rainbow bitch of lived. She had a pack smell but he hadn't cared, she had paid for her mouthy ways with him.

He rested his head atop Vi's. He gave a contented sigh at this, even if she was growling at him he was content to sit with her for as long as she needed. He knew what her problem was, he wasn't blind nor deaf. She felt as if he were trying to replace her but she couldn't be more wrong. Once he was sure Solara was out of earshot he spoke finally. "What will it take Vi? You bear my heirs, they grow in your stomach now. My heart is in your jaws, unable to beat for another. You have everything I can give, my fears, my soul, my life. What more can I give you for you to realize what you have become to me?" it was the confession of a lifetime for him, but he would swallow his pride if he must for now to have her realize what she had done to an untamable beast. He would die without the feeling of her beside him on a daily basis.

He pinned his ears and closed his eyes. He knew he had to confess the monster he was but what she saw, he wasn't sure. "I've raped you, beat you, forced you to be what you didn't want. I murder in cold blood. I tore into the rainbow bitch, planted demons inside her, all so she would learn to mind her words. I forced Kait to be my concubine, practically raped her as well. I see a woman before me that loves a monster, yet I wonder why every day." his voice was hushed, brutally honest with himself and her. He knew exactly what he was but did she? He knew what normal wolves would see but found it hard to see the real problem with himself, the problem that when he became angry all morals went out the window for him.


Memories they haunt is mine"Whispers warm and tender" I still believe that you'll remember me