Can you still love the devil

They had been having a moment. Coiled perhaps with the heat of the aftermath of their coupling. But a moment. A nice one. He didn’t even begrudge her the topic of Tee, which he himself had brought up. But she ruined it with her next question. He scowled at her, exasperated and annoyed. He tightened his grip in her fur subtly, looking into her golden eyes with his frowning expression.

“When have I lied to you, Ignita?” He demanded, voice almost dangerously soft. Had he not always sought his best to keep his promises to her? He had given her so much. Everything, really. And she sought to hurt him with her words.


"Basilisk" | "Ignita"