Humming a tune under his breath, Désiré watched his brothers disappear into the jungle. The house had disappeared behind him, cutting off that exit, but it was fine. He might want to be beside Hattie every moment of the day, but he understood the assignment.
The only problem was that he didn't want to become stronger.
He had already offered up his soul, and Hattie had accepted it. He had merged with the slimy Sin, and now he was one body, one soul.
But to become stronger, it meant that he had to accept the demon side of himself. He had to accept Lust and everything that that entailed.
Désiré walked into the jungle, following a path all his own, with his hands in his pockets. However, no matter how relaxed he looked, he was fighting with every step. Each time he put a foot forward, he was in control; every breath was deliberate. Every single muscle in his body was controlled by the man.
