My Demon, My Love...

You Are Never Safe

*Possible Trigger Warning*

     Reve was finding it harder to control himself every day.  He wanted Azlyn so badly.  He had never craved anyone this intensely before.  It is not like she was the first beautiful woman or demoness, for that matter, that he could not have.  However, this was different, he could feel his primal demonic-side calling out for her.   There had only ever been one case before where a demon claimed to be mated to a human, and if he recalled correctly, it did not end well for either of them.

     On the other hand, who was Reve to deny destiny?  If he was truly fated to be with Azlyn then should it matter whether she is human or demon?  The most important thing was the connection they had, right?  Reve desperately wished that there was someone who he could talk to about this.   The only person in the castle he trusted was his younger brother Kane and this was still not something Reve was sure that he could share with him.  This matter was completely taboo, and he did not want to put this burden on Kane.  They have seen the results of this pursuit before and they were not pretty.

     Azlyn had no way of knowing how Reve truly felt and she could never reveal her feelings to him.  She could not risk that he did not return her affections.  She knew that he had made a display of keeping Blaz and Zareb away from her, but that could have meant anything.

     For all Azlyn knew, Reve's primal display could have been forced to convince her that he, actually, had feelings for her.  This way she would give herself to him willingly, saving him the trouble of taking her by force.   The more she thought about it, the more she realized that it must be a trick of some kind.  There was no way, in all the realms, that Reve could ever be interested in her.   He could, literally, have anyone that he desired in the entire realm without any effort.  Why would he choose her?   It had to be some kind of sick joke that he played with the slaves.

     Azlyn decided to avoid any further intimate moments with Reve.  She knew that she would not be able to evade being alone with him all together.  She had to be alone with him in his room every morning and every night, at the very least.  This did not mean that their interactions had to be intense or amorous in any way.

     They had successfully gone two months with no further incidents between them.  On this particular day, Reve had left just after breakfast and he had informed her that he was uncertain of when he would return.  Azlyn had spent the morning cleaning his room and found herself with little to do as the afternoon began to drag onward.   She finally decided to take advantage of her free time and head to the communal shower that was meant for the slaves of this wing of the castle to use.

     Normally, Azlyn would not shower at a time when the shower was completely empty of all other slaves.  There was safety in numbers.  However, she did not get a chance to shower every day and she wanted to take advantage of the opportunity while she had it.   So, she decided that she would take the risk.

     Azlyn gathered her basket of standard-issue bath supplies for slaves, along with her moth-eaten towel.  Then she headed down the hall towards the showers, humming to herself along the way.  Azlyn was so caught up in her thoughts that she did not realize; she was being followed.

     Azlyn wandered into the bathroom and walked past the toilet stalls to the large, open shower room.  She stopped to strip out of her clothes and tossed them onto a long wooden bench that ran along one wall.  She headed over to one of the shower heads on the other side of the room and turned it on high.  She stood underneath the steady stream of water, allowing it to roll over her face and down her back.  She found the experience to be very relaxing.

     Nevertheless, Azlyn's moment was soon ruined by the bathroom door closing and the sound of footsteps heading in the direction of the shower room.   She did not think anything of it at first, assuming that another slave had a quick moment to fit in a shower, as she had.