Now that he's had the weight of twenty-five thousand years lifted from his shoulders, Saetan has found he has also been relieved of the weight of being one of the demon-dead. He's stepping out into the sunlight, in the middle of the day, feeling the warmth of the full sunlight falling on the golden-brown skin of his face ( Read more... )

Saetan isn't sure how it came about: perhaps it was the house blessing him for his endeavors in protecting the house. But he isn't questioning the fact that he awakened from a half-doze to find he's shed a good twenty-five thousand years. He feels younger and more vigourous, the old fire in his heart -- and his loins -- returned ( Read more... )