Chapter 2 - Popolam

My voice shivers before I say “I know what you want. But I won’t give it to you ever. For so long I wanted you to have it, but I held fear in my heart. And for some strange reason I like it even more now that you seek me out like this, at least it takes up your time enough to prevent more death.”

The demon smiles like a content child and says “So I have only half of your heart. Good, that is fine for now.” Stirring his empty stolen teacup he looks down with such gentle eyes and smile. “Won’t you order more tea? I want to enjoy this moment with you, I know it won’t last long.”

I begin to feel misplaced guilt, I know I shouldn’t feel this way about leaving him for years. It was the most sane decision I have made in a long time, yet I fear I missed out. Even for me he will not stop killing, it is who he is. He looks down upon even me. I want so much more than that, I don’t want to be gazed upon from above as if he were thinking of what a precious lamb I was. For once I want to see him on the ground struggling as I-
My thoughts stopped, I was blushing and furrowing my brows. He suddenly became so curious as to what I was thinking, to have such an expression at a moment like this.

“Nothing is wrong, and it is not your business. Fine, I will order tea and snacks for the both of us.”




-Moments later, their order arrives-
-  petite mint cakes
- chamomile milk tea
-mushroom with tomato paste toast