It was a restless night; you tossed and turned in your sleep. Vivid images of dead bodies and blood flooding your subconscious, jerking you awake.

Alex, an infamous demon, lay beside you, propped up on his elbow with his head in his hand. He was staring with those eyes you knew too well, only now they had a red tint.

"Hey there, sleepin' beauty," he whispered softly. “Did I wake ya?"