The snake fairy I have worshiped for eighteen years has transformed into a broken card on the New Year's Eve.
The snake's tail wrapped around my waist: "I've been waiting for you for eighteen years, offering."
He is possessive to the point of madness, but he warms my cold scales.
On the surface, I act arrogant and coquettish, but in fact, I can't live without this entanglement.
Different paths between humans and snakes? I want this hundred-year-old snake demon to learn human "love".
From the worshiper to the worshiped, from fear to addiction.
This is a sweet pet symbiosis at the expense of life.
Very nice short story,