“Falling in love so soon?” The demon croons out with a dark hum. Clawed nails gently scratching against the smooth bed sheets. Trailing the thin sheets so carefully, knowing that with just a bit of pressure he could tear through them with ease— Yes, this has a double meaning.

Malum smiles, sharp canines sparkling underneath the moonlight. “Won’t your ‘savior’ be so very mad at little old me?” He asks rhetorically, unbothered by the feelings that could stir within Him due to this particular meeting with this particular… mortal.