The sun trickled into the room the following morning, causing Wooyun to stir in his slumber. His nose scrunched as the beam of light got stronger. Just as he was about to open his eyes, a sudden shade came over him, blocking the cumbersome light. Wooyun's face relaxed, and he slumped deeper into sleep.
The source of the shade let out a low rumbling sound, akin to a chuckle, as he watched the young man sink deeper into him. The Demon Lord felt like a basin, water kept pouring inside of him, filling him to the brim with a sweetness he couldn't comprehend or resist. The water kept flowing, and he wondered at what point it would reach the top and start to overflow.
Was having a disciple supposed to fill him with such grief and happiness? How could such a small thing shake me this much? He wondered.
