The first ride was spontaneous, a test of newly-forming trust between nightmares and demon.
Their new master had promised not to harm them, and so far had kept
his word. But right now he was weak and in pain, and they were made of
energy and had to obey him.The perfect demon snack.
Their master was still different, though, as at least some of his
pain was emotion, not physical, and demons didn’t do emotional pain.
They did anger, they did glee, but not grief.A few feet away from where the nightmares milled uncertainly their
new master had collapsed on the grass, trying to patch his wounds as
golden tears rolled down his cheeks.Finally tired of the uncertainty, the nightmare recently christened
Lolonja stepped forward, accepting that it was, apparently, her fate to
approach their master first in these uncertain situations.