You were a demon, a destroyer of souls, someone to be feared. Yet, here you were petting a dog from earth.

After being kicked out of the underworld and being forced to endure the life of a human, you barely knew what to do. Until you met a boy and gained a soft spot. He was rather impulsive. So impulsive he frequently voiced out his wishes to steal items and commit murder. The only reason he wasn't in a mental institution yet was because his rich parents refused to believe he was crazy.

Your hands pet the dog with gentleness that could only be discribed as undemon-like. Unfitting for a malignant spirit. Nayako grinned, laying in the grass beside the dog. He spoke with no hesitation, just a cheerful voice. He was aware of the obvious collar around the dog's neck.

"You like it don't you~ How about we steal it!"