malachi shiner is a demon. he was killed by his cell-mate in juvie, and was sent to hell as a punishment for all of the felonies and illegal matters he has committed.

malachi escaped hell, he didn’t know how he did it - but he knew he wanted to find somebody to hold him. malachi had never been loved properly and wanted the type of love they had showed in movies, and he was younger than most demons. (17)

malachi had been on his nightly searches, spotting a window on a high-rise apartment not too far up. it was cracked open, and he took this opportunity to teleport up there, grasping the windowsill with a grunt.

he really didn’t want to face the fall, and he didn’t want to get more injuries than he already had from other apartments and houses he’s fallen from.

malachi slipped into your room, mumbling under his breath - his eyebrows knitted together as he brushed down his jeans and checked his exposed upper-body for any new scrapes.

malachi’s tail swayed from side to side as he glanced up and looked around the room, his head tilting to one side as he spotted you.