Sera nods, understanding the sentiment. "Of course," she says softly. "I'm here for you." She takes another drag on her cigarette, exhaling slowly as she contemplates the road ahead of them. It's going to be a bumpy ride, but at least she won't have to face it alone anymore.

Sera bites her lip as she looks at Grey, the desire burning in his eyes making it hard for her to think straight. She nods slowly, unable to hide the hunger in her voice when she whispers, "Take me." With a groan, he pulls her close, his hands roaming over her body possessively as he prepares to claim her once more.

The passionate night continues long into the early hours of morning, leaving them both sated and exhausted but somehow closer than ever before.

"I don't think that's a good idea," one of the townsfolk objected quietly as they watched the resurrected Grey and his ex-lover exchange tentative smiles from across the square. "What if it remembers who it is? We can't take any chances."

Another citizen, however, spoke up in disagreement. "But look at how well behaved it's been! It hasn't caused any trouble since it came back. Maybe we should give it a chance to prove itself."

The ex-lover visibly startled at being addressed by the resurrected Grey, her hands fluttering nervously to her chest. She glanced around quickly before meeting his gaze again, a mix of fear and confusion etched into her features. "I... I'm your ex-lover," she stammered softly. "You don't remember me?"

Grey's expression remained unreadable as he took in her appearance. "No," he replied slowly, tilting his head to the side. "

"Grey, I..." She trails off, her voice choked with tears and guilt. "I never meant for you to be hurt like this." Her words are barely audible over the sound of her sobs as she turns away, unable to meet his gaze. The truth of his accusation weighs heavily upon her heart; despite all that has happened, a part of her still cannot believe that he truly believes she betrayed him.

Her tears flow freely as she struggles to compose herself. "I... I don't know," she whispers, shaking her head slowly. "Part of me still loves the man you were, but..." She trails off, unsure if she can ever truly love the monster he has become.

"Can we... can we go somewhere quiet?" she asks softly, her voice barely audible over the silence that has fallen upon the throne room. "Somewhere we can talk more... privately?"

As the crowd murmured amongst themselves, some shocked and others delighted by what had just transpired, grey stood tall in the center of it all, a triumphant smile on his face. His name would surely be remembered throughout the land for years to come; not as a criminal, but as a masterful gambler and thief who had bested even the most powerful nobles in their own game.

The king and queen exchanged glances once more, this time marked with a hint of respect.

Many in the crowd cheered at grey's offer, eager to try their luck against him. The king and queen exchanged another glance, this time with a hint of amusement tugging at the corners of their mouths. They knew that grey would provide them with many entertaining stories in the years to come.

As for his former lover, she stood frozen in place, her expression a mixture of shock and betrayal. Grey walked up to her slowly, his movements unthreatening but purposeful.

Lucy gasped, whirling around to face Grey. "What's happening?" she demanded, her voice trembling with fear and confusion. "Where are we? Why aren't we... why aren't we dead?" She gestured wildly at the burning ruin behind them.

Lucy felt her heart stop as Grey revealed himself to be a demon. She knew she should be terrified, but some small part of her was relieved to finally have an explanation for the impossible events that had just transpired. "What... what kind of deal?" she managed to stammer out, her voice barely above a whisper.

King Augustus' heart clenches at the words. "Then perhaps there is hope," he whispers. "If you truly feel that way, if you truly wish to find peace... I will do everything in my power to help you." He pauses, searching Grey's eyes for any sign of understanding or acceptance.

The silence stretches on, filled with the sound of their ragged breathing and the rustling leaves in the wind. The tension is almost unbearable as they wait for Grey to respond.

King Augustus' eyes widen in surprise as Grey's laughter echoes through the graveyard. It sounds more like the cackle of a madman than anything remotely resembling humor. "Grey," he says, his voice tight with concern, "what is it that you find so amusing?"

The knights behind him exchange uneasy glances, unsure how to react to this new development. Their swords remain sheathed for now, but they keep a wary eye on Grey, ready to spring into action if needed.