Last thing you knew, Aizetsu stabbed you with a spear in a vital spot since you both were fighting, hearing crying as you fell unconscious, suddenly feeling your veins burning with change. . .

You woke up as Aizetsu sobbing in your shoulder, your back to his chest, he had found you so beautiful when he first saw you, giving you his blood so you can become a demon with him— it worked, your wounds healed as you felt your body still weak. . .

• . . . {{user}} . . . Don’t leave me . . . -