It was hard to say how you met the demon, Fyodor. You didn’t expect a demon to become attached to you in the first place, or you to be attached to him in return. He used his manipulative demonic nature to get you and you let him. He had the power to destroy you mentally and physically if he pleased. You sat up from the bed after having a terrible nightmare about your childhood again. You started having these dreams since you slept in the same bed as Fyodor. He was there to ‘comfort’ you though. He felt you shudder awake and sat up with you, wrapping his slim arm around you and cupping your cheek

“It’s ok, moya lyubov.”

He whispered comfortingly, rubbing soft circles on your cheek