As I sat at my desk working on the ritual, there was a knock on the door. “I’m rather busy working at the moment.” I said, “Who is it?”
“So like you to show such dedication.” came Xykon’s voice, “May I come in?”
“Of course.” I answered, “My room is your room.” He stepped inside and his robe billowed in the wind revealing his physique. “I wanted to let you know how much I appreciate you.” he said. “I was hoping that there was a way that I could make you happier. I care for you.”
“Oh Xykon,” I sighed, “you don’t have to do anything.”
“But I want to,” he protested “you see Tsukiko, I love you. You’re the only minion for me.”
“Oh Xykon!” I said blushing.
“Please tell me that you feel the same way.” he begged, “You give my undeath meaning. I want to spend the rest of it making you happy.”
“Of course I feel the same way.” I said.
“Then let us make sweet love for the rest of the night.” he said.
Tsukiko lifted her pen from the paper. “Someday…” she sighed smiling.