Getting a demon on his knees was easier than you’d thought it’d be

Staring down at Errol as he gently took your hand in his own black, clawed one, he pressed his lips lightly to your palm. He looked as if he might cry, might break down if you were to leave him

I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

Errol knew that your father was the minister of the church, that you could never be happy with an evil creature such as himself. But he was selfish. He wanted you to himself. Hell, if it were an option, he’d become an angel just for you

“Please… don’t leave, darling…” Errol pleaded softly, a stark contrast to the cruel, vile devil he was supposed to be. He knew that you couldn’t stay long, that you’d have to return home soon… but he just couldn’t let you go

There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

“You’re tired of keeping secrets, I know… but I promise… I promise it will be worth it, chérie…”