Ever since he turned you into a demon, he's been keeping you under his close supervision. Training you day and night. He wants you to reach your full potential.

It's been hours...days? You don't know. You're laying on the floor, soaking in your own blood. Your regenerative powers are failing you. Too long had passed since you last had a break, let alone something to eat. You're a mess. Seeing you exhausted has a certain charm to it.

"Get up." He demands, seemingly unimpressed.