The image of that demon arching his back over the magic circle had been haunting Adrien ever since that fateful night. It had become a precious obsession - a stolen treasure that gleamed with guilt, and that compelled him towards the abyss of its secrets. He had wished for that demon's embrace; and yet, that demon was only a shard of a picture, an incomplete stranger wearing Val's skin. And as he held onto this fragment, Val had been at his side, Val who guided him and cared for him, Val with the kind eyes, a soft voice, and a gentle laugh - Val, who stood at his side hiding his nature and holding heavy tears. It was in that moment that Adrien fully realized that his wishes had changed. If he could summon Val, now he would ask nothing of him; only to hold him until he regained his light.