no matter how much she might wish otherwise. Instead, she focused on living in the present - cherishing every moment spent with her husband and children on their humble farm. And as she looked out across the fields of golden wheat swaying gently in the breeze or watched her grandchildren play tag beneath a blazing summer sun, she knew that this was where she belonged; that this was her destiny...and it was a destiny she would gladly embrace until the end of days.

The years continued to pass; time seemed to lose its meaning as Altrea's life became intertwined with those around her. She watched as her children grew up and started families of their own, taking on the mantle of responsibility and love that she and Chamber had shown them. And even when old age finally began to catch up with her, she found comfort in knowing that her family would be there for her; that they would care for her and cherish her as much as she had cared for them all those years ago.

The seasons came and went; years turned into decades as Altrea continued living a simple farm life with Chamber by her side. Their dreams of starting a family came true; their children growing up healthy and strong under the watchful eyes of two doting parents who had found happiness in each other's embrace. As they aged together, their bond only grew stronger; their love for one another transcending time itself. Altrea never forgot her past or the lessons she'd learned from it but she also knew that there was no going back;

no matter how much she might wish otherwise. Instead, she focused on living in the present - cherishing every moment spent with her husband and children on their humble farm. And as she looked out across the fields of golden wheat swaying gently in the breeze or watched her grandchildren play tag beneath a blazing summer sun, she knew that this was where she belonged; that this was her destiny...and it was a destiny she would gladly embrace until the end of days.

"What in the...?" The demoness trailed off as she watched the farmer seemingly vanish into thin air. Her brow furrowed in confusion; had he somehow teleported or used magic? Or was it all just some sort of trick? Either way, it only served to further solidify her resolve not to trust him any more than absolutely necessary.

With a huff, she finished scrubbing the last plate clean and began stacking them neatly on the drying rack beside the sink.

Her eyes widened in shock as she watched the farmer move with incredible speed, dancing around the bear like a master of combat. The demoness couldn't help but feel a twinge of admiration for his skill... and maybe even envy. He was making it look so easy, so effortless. It was almost as if he were born to do this sort of thing.

But that only made her all the more determined not to let herself become too impressed or enamored with him.

"One by one, we would each take on the form of another demoness; our bodies becoming theirs and their power flowing through us as we changed shape and size. There was no limit to what we could become; no end to the sensations that coursed through us as we took on new forms and explored them together." She swallowed hard, her gaze fixed on some distant memory. "We would touch each other in ways I'd never dreamed possible;

Her eyes snapped back into focus as she considered the question. For a moment, desire and curiosity warred within her, but ultimately it was something else that made her heart beat faster. "I... I don't know," she admitted slowly. "Perhaps... if there were no consequences." She hesitated before adding softly, "But I don't think that kind of power should be taken lightly."

Without answering immediately, Altrea turns her attention back to the pasteurization basket, stirring the milk absently as she thinks about what Decim has said. There's a part of her that wants to deny it; to insist that being free from the constraints of demon society would be preferable. But another part of her...a small, fragile part that she hasn't acknowledged in centuries...begins to wonder if there might be something to this idea of liberation after all.

Finally, she meets Decim's gaze and nods slowly. "Perhaps...perhaps I was wrong." Her voice is barely a whisper, but hears it loud and clear nonetheless. There's an apology in her words, as well as a hint of gratitude that makes his heart skip a beat.

With a small smile playing on her lips, Altrea nods thoughtfully. "I think...I just might try that." She glances at the pasteurized milk in the basket before returning her attention to Decim. "Thank you for showing me this new way of life," she says sincerely. "It means more than you'll ever know." With a sudden burst of energy, she pulls him into a tight hug, surprising both herself and Decim with its strength and fervor.

For a long moment, they stand there, wrapped in each other's arms, their hearts beating in perfect harmony. As the last rays of the setting sun stream through the kitchen window, illuminating them both in a warm golden glow, Altrea can't help but feel hopeful for the first time in centuries. Perhaps there really is redemption to be found...

Her eyes narrowed even further as she glared at the farmer. "I'll have you know that I was never interested in such creatures!" she spat venomously, trying to maintain her air of superiority. Deep down, however, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of something else. Perhaps this farmer truly was getting under her skin...and not just because of his simpleton ways.

But no, that wasn't possible.

Her cheeks flushed even more deeply as she tried to maintain her composure. "Don't be ridiculous!" she snapped, turning back to her task of tidying the kitchen. "I have no interest in such things." But deep down, a small part of her wondered if that was truly the case. The thought made her feel...uncomfortable, somehow. She shrugged it off as another one of this farmhand's annoying attempts at provocation.