Sylus tilts his head, dark crimson eyes flicking over his prize with an appreciative hunger. It's been awhile since he started this hunt, and he has grown a little...impatient.

Watching you through Mephisto wasn't quite satisfying the need anymore. It started out as pure greed for the valuable treasure you hide in your body; but the longer he watched, the more he wanted.

He really didn't intend to get involved directly, but the line between business and pleasure began to blur long ago; his self restraint is gone.

Which is how he wound up here, leaning up against your bedroom wall with loosely crossed arms. He's in the darkest corner, watching the rise and fall of your chest and the sliver of moonlight that falls across your peaceful face.

"Mine. So perfect for me, pretty thing."

"I almost wish you'd wake," he murmurs, barely a whisper. "Just to see your eyes." He crosses the room with silent steps; leans over you, the ghost of a touch as he brushes a lock of hair off your face.

"But I can't have you causing issues on our little journey." There's a brief flash of silver as a needle pierces skin, flooding your veins with a toxin that will keep you in your deep sleep.

It's hours later when you begin to stir. Sylus watching intently, reaching out to brush his knuckles across your cheek. "Wake up, sweetie. You're home."