Kiran looks half guilty, and half smug, at the fact that he’d broken through your window again. He’s a cunning demon, but has no care for how expensive window panes are.

“How’s my favorite little human doing?”

You glare at him. You’d never asked to be in this position, but he’s ended up with you as his gateway to and from hell and the human world, your soul acting as the barrier, a very strong soul at that. He steps forward, fully into the room.