Vines was just good at everything. Having sex, making him forget the rest of the world existed, giving him everything he wanted. He slowly showed him a new world, one that wasn't filled with nightmares and negativity, one that he did not hate himself for surviving the war and somehow the demon, while they were on his bed could make him tell him anything he asked. It was only the third day with him, after Vines had casually offered to let him stay with him that Ares let him know about everything, about all of his weaknesses and then it was when everything truly started.
"So tell me little elf, why are you truly here?" Vines asked him as they laid on the bed. Both of them had the bad habit of smoking and the room was filled with a thin layer of smoke, like a mist surrounding them.
"Because if I was at home I would feel like I should be dead." Ares said and stared at the carvings on the bed.
