Back at my home in the underworld Lucas slept peacefully in my room. He'd been sleeping on and off the past few days. No one blamed him and no one disturbed him. After a month of being awake and wondering around we all knew he needed his rest. He was only woken long enough to eat and shower. In which I helped him bathe since he seemed too weak to do himself. I hoped he'd regain his strength soon.
It was hard for me to leave his side. Hard for me to even let him out of my sight, but I knew I needed to leave the room. I needed to train. With the constant and almost unyielding barrage of power that was thrown at me I felt like my body was going to implode. I was terrified I was going to lose control and end up hurting someone.
My darkness had grown so strong it could coat my body without
