Aruna
The demon chuckled, not in a condescending way, but her willpower, that overwhelming presence. It used to scare him. Its strange, this pain, the desire to stand his ground, all while his body screamed at him to flee, was that bravery? Her very will commanded him to find strength in himself. He grinned at her charmingly and glared down at her all the same. "Didn't you just drive your hand through my heart?" he asked, his wings stretching as wide as they could. "Is our sexual lust for pain not mutual? C'mon, that past comment was a mere demon's jest, a crack at the past. My species has evolved to the point where we can feed on humans without consuming them, nourishing ourselves with the emotions that burden them the most. I like to think that we have a mutual relationship nowadays."
Aruna wiped the blood from his lips. The pain was harsh, but it meant he was still alive. For a moment, he wondered if that man was right. Was he really helping humans all that much? Or was it just an excuse?
"Right and wrong, justice or injustice. On humans.... its not for us to decide. Those binaries are just distractions... Besides, I am not so arrogant or ungrateful that I would seek to subjugate the darkness. It is an endless void of power and possibilities, hidden me from the light of God and humans alike. I don't want to subjugate it."
Aruna leaned in, his red eyes blinking for a moment as he took a closer look. "And what, you think stabbing a man isn't barbaric? I just want to be inside you. I hoped stabbing me in the chest was the same."