James and Sara return to their apartment

Sara drove her drunk boyfriend back to their apartment while he dozed in the seat next to her, only waking him when they arrived and coaxing him inside before wrestling him into the bed, and going back to the kitchen for a glass of wine.

As the weight of the night pressed heavily on the apartment, Onosk swirled around, her energy palpable even in her invisible form. The atmosphere was electric with her power, and Sara could feel a burgeoning unease settle deep within her bones.

James's deep, even breaths from the bedroom echoed in the quiet apartment, a stark contrast to Sara's now rapid heartbeat. Onosk hovered over him, sensing the insecurities that lurked beneath his drunken exterior: the fear of inadequacy, the unspoken guilt about his drinking habits, and the inner turmoil of never being enough for Sara.

With a wicked grin, Onosk whispered into James's ear. "You're letting her down, again and again," her voice dripping with poison. "Does she even desire you anymore? Or has she found solace elsewhere?" The words seemed to etch themselves into James's subconscious, his face contorting in distress even in his sleep.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen, Sara was bombarded with her own thoughts. Onosk's influence seeped through every corner, heightening Sara's desires and dreams. The image of a powerful, independent Sara, unburdened by James's flaws, grew more vivid.

With each passing moment, Onosk feasted on the growing chasm between James and Sara. The lust for power and control in Sara, the fear and insecurity in James—it was a sumptuous buffet for the demon. Every doubt and apprehension was like a delicious morsel, filling her with energy.

But Onosk wasn't satiated yet. She wanted more.

With a graceful glide, she returned to Sara's side, whispering sweet nothings of temptation. "Can you feel it, Sara? The power you hold? The desires of others, beckoning you?" Onosk painted vivid images of a world where Sara was desired and lusted after, where men bowed to her every whim.

Blinded by the allure of this vision, Sara's mind raced. The wine glass in her hand trembled, and with a sudden clatter, it shattered on the floor, spilling deep red wine that looked eerily like blood.

The room seemed to darken, the tension palpable. As the night wore on, Onosk reveled in the chaos she had sown, feeding on the rich tapestry of emotions that threatened to tear James and Sara apart.

Cold and tired, Sara cleaned up the mess and joined her drunk boyfriend in bed. It was a shame he'd drank until he was useless; she could have used a little intimacy tonight.