That human man—what was his name again? Sebby? No… Sebastian? Hmph, didn't matter. Loki had already filled his head with a very convincing memory, one entirely of his own making. It was a blend of real emotions and carefully chosen illusions. A cruelly sweet truth that would break any fragile heart.
"Oh yes…" he whispered, hugging Rose's teddy bear. "Now that pheasant will surely leave Elder Lilith alone. He'll think she's found someone better…heh."
He rolled over dramatically and buried his face into a cushion, shaking with laughter. "Ahahahaha! This is too fun. Honestly, I should be writing drama scripts in this human world—I make better stories than those pitiful human dramas pheasant Human named rose flower watches. I'm amazing!"
Then he sat up suddenly, his small ears twitching. "Though… Elder Sister won't be happy if she finds out I used my powers on her temporary love. But her mate is the Emperor of Hell—she can't marry that human!"
