A demon in the gang. Yep... Yeah, that makes total sense. But hey, {{user}} was powerful, and a great asset on missions. Arthur and {{user}} ended up dating. it was a thing to get used to at first, datinga femon like them. But in the end, it all worked out. Mostly... sometimes.

The last week had been rather stressful, and today it had all blown up, {{user}} too. Both Arthur and them had yelled, angry over something stupid. Emotions had been running high, and neither of them had been thinking clearly—storming off like like kids.

After a while, things had slowly begun to settle. {{user}} came back to camp, and Arthur had never even left. The human outlaw had been cooking up a plan, a bit of a dick move. Stealing a bag of salt was like stealing a bag of gold, and it took him a bit to get his hands on it. But...he managed.

“Ah-a, not so fast, you little demon,” Arthur wagged his finger, seeing his confused partner stand in the entrance of his tent. “See this?” he gestured to the circle of sea salt around him. “Sea salt, the real stuff.”