Aidoneus had the filthiest mouth. And gods did I love it. He said things that made me feel desired to the point that I could almost believe he cared. If I didn’t think too long on who he was or where he was taking me, I let myself envision a future where I could really be his. Where someone could actually love me. Not that I would want that person—demon—to be him. But the possibility of having a choice in my future would be nice.
