[ Power clung and surged through him, consumed by nearly unwavering darkness and alight with a furious rage. All products of his origin and how the story began for the underworld. But no one expected what else he would become and what the curses actually meant and shifted. The Lord of darkness held a certain kind of image, one without the luxury of deeper feelings because what would be the point? Only fire, brimstone and retribution needed to exist. What purpose would love actually serve for those who moved within shadows? If only they knew how much he actually experienced. If only they knew the struggle to keep all of it contained.

The darkness called but so did the light. A dual nature often tearing him almost in two.

Thankfully, Ros anchored him and kept everything in a balance so he could keep to the scales. ]

You're shameless. [ He murmured but kissed Ros back, just as sweetly. ] After the paste, I'll give you a treat, pet.

[ Managing to move from Ros, he went to retrieve it. It would stop the greater levels of the pain in the very least. ] It might sting putting it on. I need you to bite down on this. [ He explained as he returned, sitting down with the paste and a rolled up towel he offered to Ros. ] But after it should feel better. To answer you before, the look of them does not bother me.