Velra frowned, eyes fixed on the thing in his hand.
He actually did it.
He turned a piece of his own body into a collar.
Her jaw tensed. "You're insane."
She didn't say it out loud. She didn't need to.
He was already grinning like he could hear her thoughts.
She folded her arms, then dropped them, annoyed at herself.
"I'm beginning to think 'Heavenly Demon' is the wrong name for you."
She turned her back to him.
"'Crazy Demon' fits better."
Zain raised an eyebrow but didn't argue.
Velra sighed once.
She knelt down, presenting her neck like an offering.
Her voice was clear.
"Master… please put it on."
She didn't tremble.
But her fingers curled tight at her sides.
Zain stepped behind her without hesitation.
"Good girl."
He fastened the living collar around her throat.
It snapped shut with a soft click.
Velra flinched.
For a moment, there was only silence.
Then she felt it.
It pulsed into her nerves.
Burning, fusing, rewriting her responses
