A certain demon kept popping in just to make your life miserable.

The memory of the heart in the kitchen made you gag simply at the thought of it. Following it- A confession. He literally gave you his heart. You stayed in your spot, eyes on him as he stood there.

You told him to take back his confession.

He sighed. “Unlike most, I don’t do such things. I say what I mean.” He took the initiative to walk over to another spot, closer to you. When he reached it, he peered down to you.