Take a stroll

After making certain that she is asleep, you get out of bed silently and dress, determined to take a stroll and clear your head.

The air is cool, almost cold if not for a warm summer breeze. You can see all these stars far above your head and wonder on which day your soul will join them to. The castle is dark and silent but for the soft steps of your boots.

Thoughts swirl in your head. About your wife, the succubus. Demon. And you bred her some demon spawn. Fickle creatures, yes. She would get you out of the picture the first chance she got after you outlived your usefulness, a soft voice whispers in the back of your head.

Crossing empty corridor after empty corridor, you finally made your way into the royal gardens. Listening to the sound of the sound of the wind in the leaves and the voice in your head, you lose track of time.

Suddenly, the sound of a twig snapping somewhere behind your back, somewhere nearby.