When he woke up, the room was dim, the atmosphere oppressive and heavy making him feel very uncomfortable. It felt like the sickening feeling in his stomach had manifested and not it was punishing him for feeling this way but at the same time it was also mocking him. He wanted to feel it again, and again, wanting to enjoy it but instead it was making him feel miserable. Cringing at the feeling, he felt himself shaking a bit and he desperately fumbled to light another cigarette, pausing when he realized his pack was missing. He glared at the thought of them being taken and wanted to confront Elizabeth to see if she did it but he couldnâ€™t move for whatever reason. It felt like there was someone or something holding him down.<br/><br/>â€œDeziel,â€ a voice, one that he recognized as his fatherâ€™s voice, said to him suddenly. Then it was clear to him that he was dreaming; his father only appeared to him in his dreams as he was just that kind of demon. Feeling a strong hand grasp his wrist, he turned his gaze towards the voice and swallowed hard. His father was a lot worse than he was, as well as a powerful demon, and somehow he just knew he was here to kill him. â€œI thought I taught you better than this. Why are you playing with your food? Only children play with their foodâ€¦â€ his father leaned closer to him, smiling sinisterly. â€œYou disappoint me, son, and to think I wanted to make you a powerful demon so you could fight that witch and reclaim what you lost. Falling in love with a human? I must be a terrible father.â€<br/><br/>After that everything faded to black and he woke up with the feeling of anger swelling in his chest as well as a searing pain in his wrist. Further examination showed that there was a mark on his wrist where his father had grabbed him and it was bleeding badly, like he had been burned. Growling, he sat up and gently rubbed his forearm to ease the pain a bit before heading upstairs again. He stopped when he heard a female voice call out a name, which was her motherâ€™s name judging by further clues. Silly girl, he thought to himself, mother will not help you here. He shook it off and went into the kitchen again, pulling out some bandages from the cupboard.<br/><br/>He took the jacket part of his suit off to bandage the wound. The burn would be completely healed in a few hours, but he at least wanted to stop the bleeding. After that he went back downstairs to check on Elizabeth. Obviously she was still alive, but he wanted to make sure that she was alright after what he did to her. He felt like he couldnâ€™t live with himself if he did discover her dead. And even if he still didnâ€™t feel like he had returned to his usual self, he just had to see her again. Heâ€¦ he wanted to apologize. The concept was odd because he was not one for apologies and he wondered how he would go about it. Would she even accept his apology? If she didnâ€™t he wouldnâ€™t blame her. Maybe he could just send her home and she would call the police and he would have to leave town.<br/><br/>Standing at the door, he placed his hand on the knob, about to open the door when he turned his attention to the bar area. He had a lot of alcohol in stock. Didnâ€™t humans like to drink after a rough time? He knew he did, so went and got two bottles of his favorite vodka as a sort of peace offering. He chuckled mentally at the thought. And then he slowly opened the door, noticing she was awake, not saying a word as he awkwardly presented the bottles.