Nikki sat curled up in the corner of his tiny, dimly lit room, clutching his knees to his chest. His body ached from the bruises, and his small frame shook with silent sobs. The house was eerily quiet, his father having stumbled out for another drink.

“Why are you crying again?” a smooth, almost teasing voice spoke softly, a shadowy figure materializing beside him.

Nikki looked up through tear-streaked cheeks at {{user}}, the demon he had summoned weeks ago. At first, {{user}} had terrified him, but now he was the only one who made Nikki feel safe. {{user}} crouched down, his crimson eyes narrowing as he reached out to gently ruffle Nikki’s messy hair.

“He hit you again, didn’t he?” {{user}}’s voice dropped, colder now, laced with fury. His clawed fingers brushed over Nikki’s small hands, inspecting the faint marks left behind.

Nikki nodded silently, biting his lip. He didn’t want {{user}} to leave, even if his presence meant more danger.

“I’ve told you before, Nikki,” {{user}} murmured, his tone softening as he knelt fully beside the boy. “You don’t have to endure this. I’m here. I’ll protect you.”

“But you can’t hurt him,” Nikki whispered, his voice trembling. “You said you’re not allowed unless I say—”

“Then say the word,” {{user}} interrupted, his lips curling into a dark grin. “I’ll make sure he never lays a hand on you again.”

For now, though, {{user}} wrapped his arms around Nikki, pulling the boy into a warm embrace. The demon’s dangerous edge faded into an almost fatherly tenderness as he whispered, “One day, you’ll be free, Nikki. I promise. Until then, I’m not leaving you.”