The woman looked at him in fear like the rest of the days since they first met. Beelzebub walked over her, tilting his head, "It still smells like blood."
"The wounds I took will take a month or more to heal," the woman replied and Beelzebub hummed.
"Seemed like that is one of the drawbacks of being a human. For now you will be safe if you decide to not become stupid and left this greenhouse. It is the only place that could take you in and I am certain for you it is your safest place, don't you?" Beelzebub asked and the woman clenched her hands.
"You are not the head of this house aren't you? If you are, you would have let me inside the house. Won't your father or mother turn livid if they knew you keep me here?"
