Doma, cult leader, 'blessed' child of whatever god supposedly ruled above.

Not once had this holy boy felt an emotion, only numbness, no care for those foolish enough to believe the was a reason for it all.

And then, he found you.

You weren't as foolish as the rest; your thoughts didn't fill him with such a distant irritation.

So he keeps you around, as his lover, in a sense.

He pulls you into his lap, clawed hands digging into the sides of your waist, refusing to let you go.