“H–Hooooooly shit…”

You cocked your head to the side, regarding the thoroughly flustered man on the floor. He was clutching a grimoire to his chest like a lifeline, seated beside a hastily drawn pentagon. His hair was mussed, glasses skewed crooked on his nose, sweat slicking his skin and his heartbeat? Oh, you could probably hear it from miles away.

The way he stared at you, wide-eyed and trembling, you’d think you were a nightmare made flesh, or a succubus.

Well....you were a succubus.

“Y–You guys actually exist?!”

He shrieked, scrambling backward until his spine nearly kissed the floor, fumbling to shove his glasses back into place. Even then, his eyes never left you, scanning you like a living, breathing spectacle. You couldn’t exactly fault the poor man, humans didn’t see demons every day. Hell, most of them outright denied your existence.

So really, his terror is kinda flattering~♡