The portal took him straight to his bedroom, depositing Alios in front of the still locked door as though he had passed through it. The thick curtains were drawn, making the room appear exceptionally dark in spite of the afternoon hours. With a level of care that Alios hadn’t known he was capable of, at least outside of manipulation and personal gain, he placed her in the centre of his bed and sat down beside her.
Ah, but this brought back memories. How odd to think that she had only arrived almost a month ago, he mused to himself.
Alios was normally very used to being in control of himself and his emotions. He was a powerful, descended from the most ancient race of demons. Their kind was often described as incapable of experiencing emotions like others. At times he used to watch the way
