Out of desperation, out of fear, out of shame, the beats rose it's head and released a deep throated howl. It was eerie and shook the very grounds, and sent the viewers within Lord Martin's tent into silence as they all watched in fascination as the demon bowed before the girl, ears pinned back, tail between it's legs, and it's body in humbled submittance to her.
Night... the one friend, the one thing, the only treasure he still carried in this world was now but a lame ball of fur and blood within the young woman's arms. Though the woman herself meant truly nothing to him in comparison to the creature in which she held, he submitted himself unto her, unto this, and before the cat-
For he felt shamed.
And he felt fear.
And prayed to whatever masters of the universe were out there that Night be free of this curse. To be free of him- and to not die this day, but to live again, somewhere, elsewhere- perhaps, far, far away.