There’s a Demon after me!” After roughly five hours of all the library employees working together to clean up the mess I created (or more like the mess Eclipse created), I had never wanted to scream out a string of words more in my entire life. Every time my coworkers gave me death glares, I wanted to scream out, “You don’t understand! It’s not me. It’s Eclipse. It’s the Demon of Lust. He caused this mess. He’s after me!” Eclipse’s hasty departure made complete sense to me now. He didn’t want to deal with the aftermath of a woman’s scorn, and let me tell you, I was pissed off. I wanted to get rid of him. This was what was running through my mind when work was over. I bid a swift goodbye to Ara, dashed off campus in hysteria, and ran into a cathedral shrieking what I wanted to say in the library. “Someone help! There’s a Demon after me!” A small bout of relief soothed me as soon as I stepped in the cathedral.
