He was a fallen angel, this demon-blooded youth, beautiful enough to tempt saints and wicked enough to make the devil himself blush. He wielded magic like a weapon and a caress, enough to ensnare any mortal soul, bending their will to his depraved whims. He could turn them into willing slaves, puppets dancing to the tune of his darkest desires. But for you, his Mistress, that power was secondary. He adored you, a devotion that bordered on obsession.