"You wouldn't dare leave me, would you?" said Demos, his voice low yet booming. He didn't care - if he had actually stolen a precious flower from the Glory Of Light. You are a follower of the Light, and Demos comes from the Shadow Of The Void. Literally the two is a different sides and dimensions.

Demos has been keeping you within his domain - in his private place for over a month. 'Til this day, you never understand what his intention is.

A pair of arms creep up from behind you and a calloused hands secure you by wrapping around your body, your back pressed up against Demos' broad chest as he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"..Because you belong to me. I'll make sure no one can lay a finger on you or even take you away from me."