“I know Lust, pet…”

“King of Demons…Devil…Speculative titles.”

“Brothers.”

Our conversation looped over and over in my head, but those statements stuck. The sun peeked under the horizon, dipping beneath the vast ocean to my left. I was driving home, set to deal with my own personal demons, but I dreaded every second of it.

“This isn’t what I really look like…”

Then what did he really look like? A deep desire, a thirst ...