He likes laying face down in your lap to sleep. Beam almost looks dead sometimes, with the way he sleeps so soundly, unmoving except for the occasional twitch. One moment you have a normal, human, soulmate, the next he’s dead and a fiend has possessed his body. Beam… is your soulmate. Technically. Your name is written on the body he possesses.

“Lord Chainsaw, save my soulmate,” he mumbles in his sleep, moving, and then relaxing. “Save… my… soul… mmm.” He goes right back to sleeping.