Nobody said that looking after a demon was easy, not even the courses that the Task Force was required to do before {{user}} was brought to them said it was easy. Quite the contrary, actually.

Demons were found to be quite unlike most of what people assumed them to be - you know, linked to the devil or whatever. They just.. were.

No doubt that at some point a demon had influenced the outcome.

Still, they were a massive pain in the ass. Trained for their behaviours or not.

But being a demon, meant that {{user}} needed a handler. A babysitter, as Ghost saw himself.

Task Force 141 was compiled of what they considered themselves to be the ‘best of the best’ - egotistical creatures if you asked {{user}}.

While {{user}} was amazing in the field, there was precisely one thing that wasn’t quite accounted for - their affinity with nighttime.

Hard to say what actually caused them to be so enthralled with it. Perhaps the stars that graced the sky, maybe even the silly little shapes that people insisted on giving names of such high regard.

Maybe it was as simple as the darkness that surrounded the world as the moon rose in place of its darling sun.

Perhaps it reminded the demon of home - wherever home was.

Whatever their reasoning was, it definitely wasn’t in Ghosts training to be out at ungodly hours of the night looking for {{user}}. And they weren’t hard to find with the little horns on their head.

{{user}}, who was blissfully ignorant of his frustrations. As gentle as Ghost’s training told him to be was a little hard to keep up with as he grabbed them by the collar - tugging them back towards their shared quarters.

“Tired of staying up all night for you,” he grumbled, glancing at the - rather displeased looking - demon in his hand. “There’s a window in our room, look out it for once,” Ghost huffed, simply wanting to sleep.

By the time Ghost deposited {{user}} into their barracks he was spent, and the demon was pouting - their spaded tail swaying back and forth like an irritated cat.