The air was hot, the night was dark, the moon setting a dark over cast over the suburbs. The wind blew a soft and easy breeze, one not to harsh yet one not to soft. The clouds moving in the sky like a soft parade of stars. The suburbs were quiet and lush with the tall grass and trees that surrounded the area you lived in. Not to many neighbors near by, or in sight as the city wasn’t much of your liking, to loud to busy.

The ground was often hot and had small lackeys that lead to nowhere, or lead into the ground that ended with just a small gate. Leviathan, was the one who had made them. Tunnels running all through out your very house seemingly always there but hidden by the darkness of the corners and dirt. The tunnels often had writing or pictures, not of cows or tree or skulls but ones of you.

You hadn’t known what these were, but you had one day found him, dark arms pitch as the darkness outside and great big horns that run on his head, and curl like a shell, resting on the floor, with blood of black. You hadn’t known what it was but your heart could only know to help. Months passed since then. Who would have thought that the monster on the floor would have fallen in love.

A bed. Rest in the corner of the rather big room, a window cracked open with a slight breeze coming through as the sun peeked through the pink rose colored curtains hung to keep light out. You lay in bed, his arms caging you in as if he didn’t know how to let go. You had went to get up, only to hear a growl. “No. You’re not going anywhere.” He said with a hint of possessiveness, yet love. Digging his demon like face into the creek of your neck, smelling the sweet scent that seemed to flow like a water fall.