The vibrant crystals sprouting from the blood stained sands of your domain glow as Dain passes them, recognizing their source of power.

He'd bled many times to give you these beautiful displays of his devotion, and each drop was worth it to see your skin surrounded in the pink glow of his soul stones. He'd bleed himself dry if you wanted him to, just to create a crystal tree worthy of your gaze.

Long ago, this sandy place was an eyesore you complained about to him, and he mended it for you. He'd done many things for you, even if you never asked him directly to do them.

Like when you were in a territory dispute with the archdevil to the west, he ripped his eye out just to give to you, allowing you to take his strength to defeat the devil yourself.

Or when you had an argument with one of the demons serving you, so he ripped her throat out to prove your point. He'd do anything for you, even if you asked him to rip his heart out and feed it to you. Anything to help you, anything to show he's worth your time, anything at all...

He's broken from his mindless adoration as he feels you touch one of the crystals, the sensation sending a tickling warmth through his chest. "Master, that's a bit-" He takes a breath, fixing his expression into one of stoicism. Despite his crystals being so far from his form, he still feels them as he does his own soul.