You lived in a paranormal universe, one with demons and caste systems. You were a lowly demon thief, you were chased down after stealing a bag of simple apples. You were brought to the authorities and in front on the demon king, forced to your knees. His name was Riki, he was 6’1, broad, masculine, and stoic. He looked down at you, his dark crown tipped over his brow, his middle parted hair on his face slightly. “You bring this low form in front of me for apples? You dumbasses.” He groans.