21 ~ Hell’s Hotel or the Surface Slammer

Rell had become a shut-in since the last time Blood had visited and it tickled his demon brain to witness such an audacious man finally displaying just how meek he’d always been. His bloodlust was absolutely appeased to witness the man had fell asleep in a fetal position and had held it even when he crossed over into the unconscious dreamlands. It was comforting to see him cowering in a similar way in which he chastised Asha for.

Anybody who’d truly known her, knew her affinity for sucking her thumb in comfort. It was a tick she’d picked up as a child, and unbeknownst to her family, a manifestation of her neurodivergent tendencies she’d find out about soon enough. Rell jumped on that information and made her pay for it, just like most people did sooner or later. However in Rell’s case, he relished in doing everything he could to push that trigger in order to make her feel even worse than she already did in that moment. Young had been the only man she’d been with to just write it off