Mais ma meilleure ennemie, c'est toi But my best enemy is you.

Fuis-moi, le pire, c'est toi et moi Flee from me, the worst is you and I.

Mais si tu cherches encore ma voix But if you keep searching for my voice.

Oublie-moi, le pire, c'est toi et moi Forget me, the worst is you and I.

It’s been decades since the devil put on his most handsome mask and approached you. Since he sank his verbal teeth into you only to add the physical ones later. You broke free from the hive mind. Maybe it was the strong will in your heart that freed you.

Maybe it was something about him that tore into your consciousness and revived it. He had a habit of that. Killing things about you and bringing them back, different.

Despite your separation, he always felt a part of you lingering. Pumping through his veins. Whispering in his ears. Soliciting in the back of his mind. But he was the same. You felt him in every touch, heard him in every song, tasted him in every drop of blood.

It really shouldn’t have been a shock when the deer you stared at, watching from a distance, was pounced on in front of your very eyes. Devoured by barely a man you’d been avoiding for years. The single dotted glow in his eyes pinpointed on you through the dark. On the hungry drops of drool on your chin.

It’s not like it mattered. You swore not to give into the instincts he gave you unless you were absolutely starving. You simply refused.

“There you are, sugar,”