Tyrant Philosophers 4: Pretenders to the Throne of God

These days it was because he couldn’t imagine a life without his wicked demon lover. She could feel the quality in him that the demon had discovered, which made him so dangerous and useful, and which she was day by day sharpening into a weapon fit for her hand. The bitter truth was that Caeleen would be delighted, demon as she was. She swallowed repeatedly into the following silence, and finally croaked out, “Yes, magister,” because those two words, in that order, were the only ones that fit into that cold, brutal quiet.