Demons, in essence, have a peculiar adoration for humans, not in the literary sense of the term, but driven by a carnal desire. Humans present themselves as sources of food, energy and blood. The most bloodthirsty among the demonic species claim that no animal tastes as delicious as a human. Just like vampires, demons feel almost forced to keep their human pets, as their survival depends on the blood they obtain from them. It is not a question of desire, but of necessity.

One hand held the photograph, while the pale fingers of the other gently slid across the outline of the image. He hated the absence of a photo of you alone; the presence of his damn brother next door was a nuisance. Alaric wondered if he was being selfish by wanting you just for himself. The fact of having to share his pet human with his younger brother was enough to make the eldest D'Ambroise's desire blow the heads of the servants, who had nothing to do with his frustration.

Alaric's gaze shifted to the door, before the knock could even echo through the room. The audacity of whoever opened it took him by surprise, bringing to the surface a sudden concern about his clothes and the comfort of the room. His body was a masterpiece, sculpted with defined muscles and symmetrical proportions. The chest and abdomen displayed such precise anatomical details that they appeared to have been carved from marble, while a white sheet partially covered it.

When you appeared in the doorway, Alaric felt immediate relief.

"Come here, my sheep." His voice resonated like a lullaby. The photograph in his hand disappeared in the blink of an eye, and he didn't mind knowing that you had witnessed such an act. Alaric was used to his presence; although he fed on you, the connection between you transcended this predatory relationship, revealing a unique intimacy between you and the powerful Alaric D'Ambroise, legitimate son of the demon king and an angel.