The Duke looked at his hands, stained by the mess of his unholy feelings. He could ask for forgiveness, he could beg and say it was the work of a demon, but… he was very sure he would repeat it a second time if given the chance.
He let out one final huff and then looked up, post-nut clarity hitting him as he whispered.
"What did I do to him?"
The Duke cleaned his hand and cleaned the mess he had made of Julian, making sure to get rid of the evidence.
He took a look at Julian one more time before deciding to leave with the evidence of his sin.
He didn't feel guilty, but he felt a little… conflicted. How would he ever look Julian Von Astrea in the eye from now on?
After the Duke left, Julian was left to rest. He had fallen asleep even before the Duke left, but was it a good night's sleep from exhaustion?
His upper body lifting and his eyes lifelessly staring at the door afterwards definitely meant otherwise.
His lips curled in a very conniving smirk, and he muttered,
