Blaze POV:
I had been watching him from the moment he stepped into this twisted world. Clark. The human boy who somehow managed to slip through the cracks of this hellhole. I don't know why, but I couldn't take my eyes off him.
It's not like I cared about humans, not really. To me, they were just... food. Or toys. Playthings for my amusement, nothing more. But Clark was different. There was something about him—his scent, the way he moved, the way his pulse quickened when I was near. Something that pulled at the darker corners of me, something I couldn't shake, no matter how hard I tried.
I don't know what the hell this human boy is doing to my demons.
They were supposed to be mine to control. My creatures. My followers. But the moment he stepped into my territory, things started to shift in ways I didn't expect. His scent alone—god, it's like a constant pull, a siren's call that gnaws at my instincts. Sweet, intoxicating, far too sweet for a creature like me.
