"Mkay." The demon sighed. He hoped it was like that every night. If it was then he would be in heaven. Oh the irony of that sentence.<br/><br/>about an hour later he had stopped feeding and was trying to draw a dress design that he had envisioned a few minutes after the lust had stopped flowing. He was tired and blissfully warm. A full belly after years of starvation was pure nirvana. The demon ended up asleep next to where he was sketching on the walls.