That effectively tied a little knot in his stomach. Even the most beautiful Ars Goetia could dance akin to Eden itself, and he wouldn't so much as turn his head.

But here, his hands were occupied with holding, touching this red and black manifestation of chaos. He lingered a breath away from this macabre delight of a demon that seized his heart and linked their very souls.

"Sing for me," he whispered, and set his teeth against his skin. He'd heard just one pretty little note only a moment ago, but he wanted more. When he bore down to pierce the skin, he would no longer tease himself from his own hunger.