cloaked in shadows || the lady in red
"Sweet child, worry not, the pain is only for a second."
A hand comes to lay upon her chest, his thumb brushing over the crescent of her breast. This has become routine, the softening of his gaze, the gentle caress of his hand, and the soothing words that fell emptily from his lips. It was just another day, another woman crying for a child.
The demon notes her hesitation, the chewing of her lip, the avoidant gaze. Her husband knows not of what she is about to do, this is certain. Her indecision matters not to him, for his hands are now working to remove the dress from her form.
It's cold, she says.
I'll warm you, he replies.
The snow of her gown has fallen to the ground, practised hands working to remove the bindings of her corset. He might as well try to enjoy himself while he has the chance.
Ever the gentleman, Ashtoreth places his coat upon the ground for her, gently lowering her to her knees, guiding frail hands to undo the buttons of his waistcoat.
