father-daughter dances are supposed to be more fun

Mal’s eyes twinkled with some amusement as she pitifully tugged at the restraints and begged for them to be loosened. Oh no, Darling. I’m afraid not, he’d chuckle, shaking his head. Not with the murderous little temptress within you unbridled. We need to get a reign on that first.

He watched her carefully, neither looking at the restraints or dwelling on how long they’d remain in place. Because I am not a healer, nor an expert on the matter. And, he scoffed bitterly, because I need to sleep and I can’t do that when my favourite is attempting self annihilation. Mal’s expression grew colder, his disapproval over the matter evident in how he sank deeper into the chair, legs stretching out.

Again he sighed, leaning his head back to observe the ceiling and not her drugged expression. He struggled with seeing her like this. Because your magic has gone undetected for so long. They are arguing over why the demon didn’t consume you entirely. While I am wondering why I too, didn’t detect it. He let the information hang in the air for a moment, giving her time to process, but if she didn’t quite comprehend, Mal simplified it.

You are a mage, and like all mages, enjoy being possessed. The voice, version of yourself that you feel and hear, is not your own mind, but a demon, seeking its own agenda.

@Novella Tilani