The word 'love' echoed in her mind, a stark contrast to the boisterous tavern atmosphere. There was something about the way he claimed her as his that made her heart flutter in a way she hadn't felt before. It wasn't just the love that was apparent in his voice, but also the profound respect and admiration he held for her. He had indeed felt every ounce of her self-love, every blessing she had bestowed upon him. She had unshackled him from a restricting collar, offering him instead a source of burgeoning power without bounds. It wasn't a restriction but an opportunity for growth, a testament to the trust and affection that had blossomed between them.
Knuckles reveled in her delight at the sensation of his arm going cold, a response befitting a Demoness. Yet, he took no offense. Certain Daemons would have veiled their true feelings, or even harbored resentment or sought vengeance for such an act. However, Knuckles was far removed from such petty concerns. He had endured the excruciating pain of being set ablaze before. Still, thanks to the life-restoring potency of healing potions and spells, his body had never suffered permanent destruction, save for the scars from wounds incurred in times when he lacked the means to secure such magical brews for self-healing.
Indeed, Knuckles was no stranger to pain. His resilience had been tested time and again, his audacious spirit on full display each time he would face down the point of a spear. Not once, but twice, he had endured the brutal intrusion of such weapons through his chest. Yet, remarkably, he never flinched, never allowed the throbbing pain to interrupt his concentration during the heat of battle. To him, the sensation of Lumikki's chilling touch was a refreshing diversion, a playful tease. For a warrior such as Knuckles, these moments of flirtatious banter were as exhilarating as any battlefield encounter.
Knuckles spoke, his voice steady and resolute, "I shall not leave your side until a blade removes life from my body." His eyes, gleaming with unwavering loyalty, met hers directly. "Even then I shall be absorbed by you and forever in your essence." His words, though stark, carried a profound sincerity that left no room for doubt. His commitment was etched in stone, steadfast as the mountains themselves.
Knuckles' gaze fell upon the ribbon that adorned Lumikki's hair, a simple yet charming accessory that hinted at her softer, more feminine side. It was uncharacteristic of the hardened, battle-worn warrior to notice such details, but Lumikki was an exception, she always was. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he made a mental note. Next time he found himself amidst the bustle of the marketplace, he would keep an eye out for similar ribbons. He had been oblivious to her liking for such adornments until this moment. It was a small token, but one he hoped would bring a smile to her face, a bright spot in their brutal world.
As Lumikki's words washed over him, a sense of contentment unfurled in Knuckles' heart. He reveled in the promise of shared experiences and new beginnings that her statement implied. "I look forward to exploring all kinds of new firsts with you, My Lady," he responded, the sincerity of his words mirrored in the warmth of his gaze. He reached over, his hand enveloping hers in a firm yet gentle grasp, his thumb tracing lazy circles on the back of her hand. "I shall see to it that you are properly taken care of and entertained, Lumikki. In whichever capacity you wish for me to do so," he vowed, his voice firm, yet tender - a testament to his unwavering commitment.
Seeing the conviction in Lumikki's eyes, it was clear she shared his vision. She understood the gravity of the path she was embarking on, the necessity of establishing a solid and unmovable foothold in this world. This was the first step in a journey of ascension, a path to divine power fueled by faith and worship. Each prayer sent her way, every deal struck in her name would serve as a conduit, channeling power directly into her. Then, and only then, would they delve into the abyss. She would feast upon the ancients, grow in might and influence until she stood unrivaled, the most dominant Demon of all the Hells. Knuckles could see the determination flicker in her eyes, a fire kindled by ambition and desire. Their shared vision of the future was a beacon in the dark, a lighthouse guiding them through the treacherous waters of destiny.
"Let us enjoy these drinks and have a few more rounds. We can start in the morning." Knuckles declared, the jovial lilt in his voice carrying an unspoken promise of camaraderie and good times. He lifted his left hand into the air, catching Pauls' attention effortlessly with a commanding yet friendly air about him. He made a circular motion with his hand, a universally recognized gesture signaling the bartender to keep the rounds coming. His eyes glinted with anticipation and mirth, hinting at the enjoyable night that lay ahead of them.
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