For days now, I've been plagued with thoughts of the devil. It was as if my mind were always seeking ways to remind me of what went on between the Devil and me. It's so damn frustrating. And at the same time, I find myself thinking of the actions of those days ago. And not only that but there is this confusing feeling within me. It was as if I want a repeat of that.
"Gods damn it!" I hit my fists on the wall.
I'm a man, there is no way I can feel anything for the devil.
Yet, here I am, wishing the devil will take me as he did on that day.
I fantasize about having him back me to a wall and—
Gods, Grys.
Get a hold of yourself!
//Someone is in love!//Sarit said in a singsong voice.
//Shut the damn up, you stupid axe. Do you know what love is?//
//Of course, I do.//
//Have you been in love before? Don't tell me you fell for a fellow axe?// I scoffed.
