It's been about two years since that day. Horror stared at the stars and let out a sigh. "Even though it's been two years. I still remember everything that happened there. Almost like it was yesterday." Horror looked at his hands and frowned slightly. The scar that he had gotten while he there constantly reminded him of the terrors he experienced. "But..." he made it. And that was all he needed to know. Though things hadn't remained the same since then. Lust has been acting strange lately. Probably cause the day when he got kidnapped was inching closer and closer. Horror couldn't blame his husband. But nevertheless, Lust's behavior was the original personality he used to have. Lust was more clingy now. He didn't seem to want him out of his sights. Maybe it was because of the abuse he went through in that mansion, but he couldn't be sure.

In fact... now that Horror was thinking about it more. Lust's personality seemed to be reverting back to when sex was all his husband cared about. But that had been years ago. Back when Horror hasn't even met the love of his life yet. Lust mentioned it a couple of times in the past but never seemed to want to get too into that conversation. Whatever it was... he hoped that Lust would eventually get better. Soon his thoughts lingered to Dream. Dream was still in a coma-like state, to say the least. Horror prayed to the stars that his friend would wake up soon. But deep in his head. Horror had a feeling that Dream would never wake up again. Horror checked the time on his phone and cursed. Had he really been out so late? He better get home soon. Lust was probably worried about him.

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Horror fished the spare key out of his pocket and unlocked the front door. "Lust? I'm home." Horror frowned when he didn't receive an answer. "Did he already go to bed?" That was quite odd. Usually, Lust would greet him when he came home. Had it been a rough day at work then? Closing the front door, Horror started heading for the stairs when something caught his eye. The study room's door was slightly open. "Lust, are you in there?" He opened the door to find no one. All he found was a small candle illuminating the room. Horror raised an eyebrow at this. "What is a candle doing in here?" That was odd. Lust despised candles after the incident. Horror blew the candle out, before leaving the room. He didn't want anything to catch on fire now. Turning towards the stairs, Horror froze. On each step was a small candle. He knew that was definitely not there last time he checked. But why were there candles? Was there going to be another power shortage?

*click*

The lights all immediately went out. In the room. The only source of light now was the candles. Horror sighed as he walked into the guest room. "I'm starting to get used to these power cuts..." Horror looked around in the guest room. Lust wasn't in here. But there was a note next to a candle. Horror knew instantly who wrote this from the cursive handwriting.

"Dear Horror,

I hope that, like me, you are looking forward to our date. Don't worry. I will take care of everything. Just follow the candles, sweetie. We have a romantic evening ahead!

With love,

-Lust"

Horror set the invitation down and frowned. He was getting a bit worried now. This felt very familiar. "Is... is he joking?" Leaving the guest room, Horror followed the trail of candles to the master bedroom. Horror saw the door was opened by a crack, and he hesitated. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. This entire situation was wrong. It felt familiar. Reaching for the doorknob, Horror slowly opened the door. No... oh stars... this is... he could never forget those familiar tendrils that descended from the ceiling. The magic in the room suffocated him. Horror noticed Lust standing in the middle of the room, his back facing him. Horror called out to his husband. "L-Lust...?" His husband turned around a painful smile on his face, while his heart-shaped eye lights searched Horror.

"Error was right, Horror." A tear rolled down Lust's cheek as he walked towards Horror.

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"This is only the beginning."