291 Sylvan

As Xylon gazed at the Incubus Somnia, a profound realization washed over him. 

Unlike the demons he had farmed before, this particular demon displayed an astonishing lack of aggression towards him.

  It was a stark departure from the usual hostility and defiance that marked the awakening of demons on his farm.

With each passing moment, as he observed the Incubus Somnia swirling gently around his finger, Xylon couldn't help but marvel at the uniqueness of this demon. 

There was an unspoken understanding, an uncharacteristic harmony between them that defied all expectations.

"Now, don't you dare put me into one of your sick fantasies," Xylon warned, his voice carrying a hint of playful teasing. 

It was clear that he was intrigued by the unique nature of the Incubus Somnia and the possibilities it might hold.

Xylon extended his hand, intending to detach the demon from the cord that still connected it to the farm.