<div class="floatright">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/c6b0fa278ef9327aa829d0372b4f079f/tumblr_omknedNOlH1r09teho1_1280.png)<br/><div align="center"><strong>Corbin the Demon</strong></div></div>Corbin was unused to something truly beautiful. Demons were rarely exposed to such things. It was strange how being near Adan had lifted him out of complete corruption. Their bond, their link, had given Corbin a completely different way to exist, had opened him to thoughts he'd never had, feelings he'd never felt.<br/><br/>He had never appreciated true beauty before Adan. Adab had given him the capacity to understand beauty, which Corbin would never be able to repay.<br/><br/>He had never felt like he'd encountered anything truly beautiful before Niamh. Niamh had given him this song, which Corbin would never be able to articulate his gratefulness for.<br/><br/>His eyes closed during the song. The shadowed tendrils along his body slowly faded as the song did, leaving him the muscular and horned thing he usually was. He even had problems walking along while the song was being sung. He felt things very passionately and strongly; it was not in his nature to censor himself. He had no shame in it.<br/><br/>It took him a few minutes to find his voice.<br/><br/>"I do not think anyone has ever sung for me before. I hope you will again one night," Corbin said. He didn't dare react the way he<em>wanted</em>, which would likely involve<em>demanding</em>more music. He was a demon, after all, and greedy. But for this beautiful thing, he censored himself.<br/><br/>He did not, however, censor himself with Adan. With their bond, he freely let his feelings meander around like a colorful haze, all demands and longing and a wash of tranquility. This time there were no words with their connection, only feeling.<br/><br/>Unfortunately for the triad, there was something ahead that would shatter their recently acquired peace. A group pf bandits, as Adan had predicted, were lying in wait...