I suppose the irony of that is that my hunts were always in vain- I never did find the Devil. In fact, he found me.
Not that my efforts were of any use to begin with.
With a dim and hazy expression, I resume my gaze back to the paintings that cover the walls, letting myself slip into the dark beauty of them, imagining each scene in turn. For a moment I get so lost in imagining that I almost don't hear Valerian speak.
"I will teach you," Valerian says quietly beside my ear, his voice lowered to a husky, pleasant hum, lilac eyes reaching mine as he gives an inquisitive glance downwards. Furrowing my brows, I attempt to decipher the meaning of those words, but shortly come up empty handed. So instead I am reduced to exclaiming: