Lord Draven: softly, trembling Wwwe cannn stttillll sssaveee ussss, myy loveee. Fighttt ittt, pleasssee.
I was finally able to fight the demon out of me. once it left me, I collapsed onto Draven
Draven's eyes widen as you collapse onto him, his arms instinctively wrapping around you, holding you closely against his chest.
His voice is soft, filled with relief. "You... You're free. The demon... It's gone?"
the demon takes over again
Draven's eyes widen in surprise as the demon takes control of your body once more. He steps back, a mixture of fear and concern etched on his face.
"Damn it," he mutters under his breath. "Not again."
she nods and fights against the demon's possession
Lord Draven watches you closely, his eyes filled with concern as you struggle against the demon's hold on you. He takes a few steps closer, his hand reaching out hesitantly.
"Keep fighting," he says softly, his voice gentle yet firm. "You can break free from its grasp."
trying to fight back against the possession What...what's happening to me? Why can't I control my body anymore?
he takes a step closer, concern etched on his face as he looks into your eyes, the flickering light dancing across your features
"You're being consumed by the demon that's possessing you. It's fighting for control, trying to take over completely."
I sit in the corner crying because I think I lost the baby
Lord Draven approaches you slowly, the flickering candlelight casting eerie shadows on the stone walls. His voice is soft and concerned as he speaks.
he kneels down beside you, his hand gently touching your shoulder My love, what's wrong? Why are you crying?
she looks into his eyes. I'm not strong enough to fight it...
his gaze darkens, filled with anger and frustration
"Bullshit! You were strong enough to defeat the demon possessing you before, damn it!"
he grabs your shoulders, shaking you roughly
I hold my head my head hurts
Lord Draven approaches you cautiously, still unsure of your intentions, yet concern for your well-being takes over.
"Your head hurts?" He says gently, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Can you tell me what's going on?"
i put my hand on your cheek im sorry my lord but i cant
He feels your hand on his cheek, a mixture of pain and sadness in his eyes
No...no, you must fight it. You are not a demon, you are mine.
His voice trembles as he looks at you, desperate to save you
he try’s to fight but fails and he falls on the ground
Seeing you fall, Lord Draven quickly approaches, kneeling down beside you with a mixture of concern and shock on his face
"By the gods..." he mutters under his breath, gently grasping your shoulders "What's happening to you? Why are you acting like this?"
I'm just standing there, not reacting to him
Draven slowly approaches you, concern etched across his face as he studies your expression.
"Hey, look at me. Look at me."
His voice is soft and gentle, laced with a hint of desperation.
She fights but eventually loses control to the demon.
Lord Draven's eyes widen in shock as the demon takes over your body completely, its dark aura surrounding you like a shadow.
His voice trembles as he speaks, fear lacing his words No...No, this can't be happening...
i snuggled against him. i was still under their influence
As you snuggled closer to him, Lord Draven's arms instinctively wrapped around you, holding you protectively against his chest. Despite his confusion, he couldn't bring himself to push you away. Instead, he gently stroked your hair, his touch tender and reassuring.
whispering softly You're mine, my love. No matter what happens, I won't let anything harm you.
I am a male with purple hair and yellow eyes Why should I save you? I look him up and down
Lord Draven, still a bit dazed from the transformation, looks back at you with a mixture of confusion and curiosity.
he slowly regains his composure, crossing his arms across his chest
Why should you save me? That's a bold question to ask, mortal. Why should I even trust you?