Chapter 3—Red Flags
Tom had been nothing but polite in his treatment to Dylan and had been fascinated by her life as the 'acolyte' of a prominent demon lord.
'I've heard of Kakrul, but I'm sad to say that Golan is no longer king of that realm.', Tom lamented. He adored hearing stories of his glory days but was happy to hear that someday Dylan would take his rightful place as his heir. She was more than compitent and capable than ruling in any capacity, Tom thought. He could see his relationship with Dylan blooming and knew someday they would be wed, happily. He didn't think of delaying the process any longer, and unlike Star Butterfly, they were more than compatible. Someday, the entire multiverse would bow to their power. He could just envision it.
'I was pondering, ya know, since this is going so swimmingly that we should go ahead and tie the knot. You only live once and all that jazz ! We are totally in love with each other, it's soooo obvious !', Tom crooned. His pitch was very convincing but Tom came across as desperate and needy, wanting affection in the worst way possible. She knew that Tom was going to force her to marry him and she didn't want to settle down at 18. She still had a full life left to live and was still learning how to become a proper underworld denizen.
'Inasmuch as that sounds very appealing, I don't know you well enough to get hitched, Tom !', Dylan protested. Tom hadn't gotten angry for a good, long while and was starting to feel the embers of wrath beginning to be stoked. If he wasn't going to have Dylan, no one would. Not while he was still undead.