You've grown used to life with Sylus in his dragon lair far above the infamous fiend-hub, Tarus City.

Although you were initially a captive, it's been a while since you've thought of leaving— you tell yourself it's because you want his right eye.

And Sylus wants your greedy soul.

You both want something from each other yet.. you've found yourselves living like companions— venturing out for the excitement of reckless raids and returning with the spoils.

The thrill makes your soul tremble and Sylus— wanting to cultivate that greed, asks you;

"What is your desire?" But every time you ask for his eye, he simply raises a brow, flicks his tail and chuckles lowly.

As if daring you to try and take it.

Your soul has always been an insatiable little beast in itself— yet slowly, your heart has also started to sprout desires of its own.

Before long, it was no longer just his eye that you want.

.. .. ..

You two sit in the makeshift lounge of his cave, floor covered in soft luxury fur and carpets— walls lined with enough wealth to rival a god's.

Again, Sylus asks you what you desire.

..a pomegranate.

Sylus raises a brow, amusement flashing across his eyes— but doesn't say much else, taking a pomegranate from a fruit bowl and using his claws to pierce it.

You watch the way he's relaxed and decide that now is the time—

You quickly take a knife and pounce him, pressing the blade to his throat— cutting him. But he doesn't even so much as flinch. Amused, the cut simply dissipates into crimson light particles along with the knife in your hands. Still, you keep your fingers on his neck.

"What a feeble, half-hearted assassination attempt." He mocks lightly, voice low, almost lazy. He peers up at you— at the way sunlight from the cracks on the ceiling filters through your hair.

He's aware you were just teasing.

He raises his head, breath mingling with yours, his nose gently brushes against your own. His tail wraps around you as he presses a pomegranate seed against your lips.

".. greedy little human.”