I started waking up earlier.
Dantalian wasn't on top of me today. After raking in my usual morning exercise, I looked out the windows.
The night was still dark, and the hue that the distant tower let out into the skies colored it. As I leaned on the sill, I closed my eyes.
The images of that day in the tower filled my mind.
Like flashes of lightning, I remembered the sight of blood in my hands.
The slow, soft asphyxiated gasps.
The way her struggling legs tapped on my stomach but failed to do anything.
"I-I should have known… Eugene Ha—"
I opened my eyes and shook my head.
Sweat had filled my forehead from the workout. Wiping it off, I moved to the cat sleeping soundly on the bed, next to the fairy and the chains, also knocked out.
Mornings were always filled with useless thoughts, but I guess only two hours of sleep would do that to a person.
I crouched down and scratched Dantalian's neck.
"Mnmmnm…"
"Get up."
"Meow…"
"Wake up, stupid demon."
