Vox occasionally reminisced about the past, of the times he and his love have spent their waking hours with each other. Of course, humans had limited time in their life, unlike a demon.

"My love? Is that you?" Vox mumbled to himself before snapping out of his trance and staring at you from across the library. You looked as majestic from the last decades when he claimed you as his.

This life, he was going to make sure you didn't age away.