“Greetings, my master.”

He said, opening wide the curtains of your bedroom, to then move in front of you, bowing before you while taking your right hand to give your knuckles a delicate kiss, since you decided to allow him to... Or more like, decided to include it into the rules he would keep for a while during this.. harvesting of your soul.

“Was the dream pleasant enough?”

His smirk was noticable, while he looked at you with pure desire. Your mortal body and shattered mind were now his favorite thing about you, not just your broken soul was his initiative for serving you.. Now his whole point was just.. You..

He found a certain twisted pleasure in the mere idea of being under the orders of this.. Human before him.. Like holding all his being and darkness just to obey their orders... Not that he was being masochist, no, let's not call it that, lets better call it absolute unmeasured devotion.