Dantalion of the Goetia: Taste the Obsession of a Demon

Dantalion grabbed my hand, leading me out of the room and down the dark hall. Echoes of the demons still filtered through my mind. When we came to his chamber, torches lit the walls around the room, and the hearth still glowed. Furs scattered across the stone floor were warm from the fire and from the heat that radiated off his body against mine. I felt like I was in a dream. The effects of the wine rendered me completely his.

His dark hair brushed against his shoulders, falling around his face, hiding the glow of his eyes. His expression was softer than I remembered it to be, his body still cold against my skin. His muscles, defined, moved with mine. Each movement starting slow like the very obsession that first drove me closer to the depths of his soul. His breathing moved with my pulse, controlled, like the way he mastered the art of his powers. He was much more restrained, more human than before. The pain consumed me, and in its place, returned me flesh not of demon, but immortal perfection. He was the most beautiful thing any angel could want and any demon would envy. His fingers gently guided the contours of my body, though still, at times, becoming the familiar razors that drew across my flesh.

Morning light brought us away from the realm, surrounded by a canopy of green. I thought of the one thing that would never hurt me, the thing that had my heart pounding and fed me a diet of unconditional love. The forest beyond the Courtyard was where I belonged with Dantalion. Still wearing the long white garment from the night before, torn and barely covering my body, I followed the soothing sound of water hidden beyond the canopy. Bits of light filtered through the forest and danced on the water.

Beneath a cascade stood the most beautiful vision I had seen since the first night his demon blood pulsed through mine. I moved slowly, allowing the pool of water to consume my form. At the base of the waterfall, he welcomed my mortal flesh. His dagger-like nails, more careful this time, touched across my skin. It was the morning of the Summer Solstice. Every trace of uncertainty was removed from our thoughts.

"Thank you for protecting me… for loving me. I knew all along I loved you, the first night your flesh seduced mine."

"It has never been known for an 'Incubus' with a heart of the undead to love only one woman" he answered.

"Well, in my world, one love is all we need."