You're My Only Hope

If you would have asked Anders a year or so ago if he would find sharing a mind and body with a demon something he would not only handle, but he would actually like and prefer other possessions.

But Ammit was like a cat in his attitude and behavior. As long as Anders kept him fed with something the demon seemed settled and relaxed enough. What the entity wanted changed from week to week. Currently, after sometime of Anders ignoring things like eating and sleeping in an urge to drown his grief in work Ammit had basically decided he was going to be quite literal to his element and Anders had been snacking and eating practically non-stop for the last three days.

Currently, he was biting into his third apple that hour, crunching on the firm flesh as his teeth pierced the glossy green flesh. It was tart and the juice ran down his chin, the demon purred within his soul, content.

He wasn’t exactly expecting visitors when one of the Arial’s pages came to him to tell him someone had arrived looking for him he made his way to where the woman was waiting. A smile cracked on his face as he saw none other than Bethany Hawke, pacing outside of the main structure at the Peak.

Bethany! This is a wonderful surprise. he said, finishing his apple and tossing the core over the paddock, the sounds of a griffon gnawing on it in his wake. He embraced Bethany gently and smiled, You look well. Come on, we can go to my study. How long are you staying?