Bloodhost

Grand Lord Daemon was making his way back to his fortress after a late hunt, when Wilson joined him on his stroll.

“ I wonder what a vibrant young man like you, is doing outside his chamber by this time of the night, when you should be in the warm hands of beautiful Barbra." He joked but unfortunately he was left to laugh at his own joke.

For only the bearer of a shoe knows where he is itching. Daemon shot him a dreadful glance that caused him to choke on his own saliva.

“ Daemon, don't tell me you still haven't settled things with your chosen mate?!" He asked, stating the fact. But this time he successfully got the grand lord to react.

Daemon stopped on his track and his companion came standing in front of him ignoring the warning growl rumbling inside his throat.

“come on, for the god's love, it's time you let Leah go and focus on reality, her being your blood host does not make her yours, each one of our kind are entitled to a mate and thanks be the heavens the poor lady found her'