"My nightmares? Speak properly." Azazel ordered, donning the façade of indifference once again but inside? He was beyond rattled.
It was to the point where he could hear his heart beating an aggressive rhythm.
He could only pray Liliana didn't notice, but oh she did, she knew what she was doing to him and she savored every moment.
With a seductive swirl of her tongue on her lips, she grinned.
A slow, wicked smile which made his heart thump louder.
"Don't you know? You've been walking around with a scent that would make any succubus lose their mind."
Azazel frowned.
"What do you mean?"
"Your scent is a mix of despair, raw agony and a bit of innocence."
She paused.
"Then there's hatred, that one runs deep, it's like it's directed at the world itself or rather someone who made you view the world that way, makes me wonder how a pampered young master like you would accumulate such negative emotions."
