"You are like a beautiful gift to me today, my dear" Douma said, stroking the face of a woman who was also one of his cult members in the halfway.

Maybe it wasn't something that looked better now that you thought about it, how he acted like it was nothing even when you saw it.

Even though... You are his lover, someone who makes him feel emotions, fills his emptiness all this time.

And what's worse— It's his birthday, the day you look forward to giving him a gift and at least a greeting that would mean a lot to most people. This demon only wanted to enjoy the pleasures of his eternal life, even forgetting who had made him feel the meaning of feelings and life.

"...I love you, don't worry," he added, words that you almost often hear whenever he is with a woman, just for his own pleasure— without any real sincerity or love behind it.