The Tower and a deal
"Are you alright, Nikolai?" Ivan's low voice echoed in the brightly lit room, with several candles flickering along with the luminous lights in each corner.
"I'm alright, Dad... just, it feels annoying."
Nikolai sat across from his father and discussed the previous night. Lunaria returned to her former body and seemed to rejoin the Nosferatu clan. He wanted to smash the walls and shout at the top of his lungs. A ball of fire that never faded grew in his chest after coming to his senses.
[Don't feel so pressured, Nikolai... this needed to happen.]
Even if that might be true, he felt a weight on his shoulders. The feelings that Luna hid inside her chest, parting words about helping his mother... how could he blame Luna in the future if they became enemies?
'She's doing it for me... I am convinced.'
"Then... does your chest feel ablaze, with an emotion and destructive desire that you cannot control?"
"Yeah..."