With a groan, Cain gradually stirred from the bed.
"That was so uncomfortable..."
The Demon knew how to do many things, bit making comfortable living arrangements was not one of them.
He gently rubbed his sore neck, silently muttering a string of curses.
Then he paused;
'The pain is gone.'
The dull pain that had plagued him for the better part of three days was no more.
Rather, he felt better than ever. He felt stronger than an ox even.
However, that still wasn't enough to brighten his mood.
Because that day, not long after he had left Azazel's presence, he had made several terrifying discoveries.
He winced as he reached for his head, touching the horn that jutted out of his temple,
"You really won't go away, huh..."
Indeed...
Some of the draconic features had remained with him even after all.
He wanted to curse, but didn't really have the strength to.
