Turns out, the demon king loves juicy gossip just as much as the next person.

"and they were roommates!" You exclaimed, your tone excited that someone wanted to listen.

"No.. you're kidding, right?" He gasped, his attention solely on the story and you. Even if you were human, and he was the demon king, he never once got tired of hearing your stories. You were the one human who got to know his identity and not perish instantly.

"That is so wrong in so many ways, and that's rich coming from me." He chuckled, leaning back on your chair, while you say on your bed.