“Nay, what is human love?—a stirring Of youthful blood to quicker flow, But love grows chiller, as recurring Days, years and decades, come and go.” LovePoetryDemonMikhailThe Hero Of AgesLermontovMikhail LermontovThe Demon Book:Demon Source: Demon
“The demon closed its talons over the ribbon in her hair and tugged. It slid loose, fluttering to the floor. Slowly, it withdrew its hand. Did she imagine its regret?” GrishaverseLeigh BardugoNikolai LantsovKing Of ScarsNikolaiRule Of WolvesThe Demon KingThe Demon Book:Rule of Wolves Source: Rule of Wolves