Melody murmured to her stunned fiance, finding that a fire in her veins coursed at the power she carried at that moment. She pitied him; she wanted to see him despair, and wanted to be the only one to hold the key to his ecstasy. She cherished the bleached emotion in his haunted eyes, and the lines of faded fear that hid under his eyes. Yes, she was a demon, but had never been told of what. However, did it matter? She imagined the blood spit from Donovan's tears, she pictured the scarlet scars she would leave engraved in his consciousness. Melody craved a song strummed from Donovan's cries of loneliness and pain, and if history were to be reflected in the golden flash in her eyes, then she would have her way. But this moment was static, awaiting for the door before them to open.
Melody's next journey had finally found its way to her, but the trio's had only begun.