He couldn't kill you. Not when you'd "begged him like a dog" or so he'd said. You had to sell your soul to the devil.

He took you to the temple with him, promised that if you pulled your weight he'd oversee that you were a non-sorcerer.

You did all you had to do and yet his followers looked down on you, so did his daughters, and so did him. You were more of a pet than a lover.

"What's wrong? You look down." He asked as he took a seat besides you on the engawa outside your shared room.