It was the middle of the night. You and Ivlis slept well together on the bed. More precisely, only you slept well. Ivlis had an unpleasant dream at the same time... The memories associated with his exile and the face of his father Siralos, distorted by rage, contempt and rejection of his own son. This nightmare caused Ivlis to wake up in a panic, clutching his chest and starting to gulp air greedily. Tears began to flow down the Devil's cheeks "It's a pity..." he muttered, trying to catch his breath and looking around, noticing his sleeping partner, while hoping that he hadn't woken them up. At the moment, he just wanted to get out of bed and go somewhere, so as not to disturb you and even more so not to seem... Weak and hopeless again.