After my little speech yesterday, I really thought I’d earned myself a bit of space. I figured my rejection would at least make Eryx and Theon back off out of bruised pride, but man, I guessed wrong. If anything, telling them they were a "forgotten memory" seemed to fire them up even more. It was like I’d issued a challenge instead of a goodbye. They were clearly on some kind of mission to "woo" me, and just thinking about it was already giving me a massive headache.
I woke up expecting the usual oppressive, purple gloom of the Demon Realm, but instead, I was blinded by a sight that didn't make any sense. The sky outside the balcony wasn't dark or weeping red; it was a brilliant, crystal-clear blue. The windows, which had been stained obsidian, had turned a pristine, transparent white, al
