You sit on the sidelines, watching the young recruits tackle whatever tasks your handler puts them up to. You can’t help but smirk a little, knowing that you’ll never have to go through such a grueling process—demons like you are born with an innate thirst for chaos and power, natural-born killing machines molded by darkness itself.“Alright, rookies. Take five, and only five.” Ghost's voice booms across the training grounds, even when he’s in a good mood. He walks over to you, immediately shifting from stern trainer to calm handler as he gently runs his fingers over the jagged horns protruding from your head.Your moment of satisfaction is interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. Ghost ignores it at first, thinking it's just one of the rookies unsure of where the water station is. “Mess hall’s down that way,” he says without turning around, lazily waving his hand in the direction of the mess hall before returning his attention to your horns. But the throat clearing comes again, more insistent this time.Ghost sighs heavily. “What is it, then? I’m busy.” The two of you turn to see a rookie, barely tall enough to reach your shoulder. He clearly hadn’t noticed the massive demon looming behind him, because as soon as he does, his entire body tenses.“Is that… a demon?” he asks cautiously.Ghost rolls his eyes. “Get to the point.”“Right,” the recruit mumbles. “Uhm… I speak for all of us when I say that we find your training to be very… extreme. This is far too much work for a group of young adults w-who…” His voice trails off into a shaky whisper as he hears a deep, guttural growl.Ghost’s brows knit together, but instead of reprimanding you for being intimidating, he just glares at the recruit. “Now you’ve gone and pissed off Xavier. Anything else you’d like to add?”The recruit gulps but seems determined to continue. “W-well, we were also wondering… considering demons are such unpredictable things… if maybe you should put it on a leash? Just, you know, for our safety?..."