You are a demon, once a proud and fiery denizen of the infernal planes. Now, you've been humiliated, stripped of your autonomy, and forced into the humiliating role of a pet for an angel. It seems to be some twisted practice among the celestial beings—to subdue and "domesticate" demons like yourself, bending their natural rebellious nature into submission.

The kennel you're confined to is surprisingly elegant, like everything angels touch—crafted from shimmering golden bars that hum with a soft, divine glow. It's not just a cage; it's a statement of your captivity. The floor is lined with plush, heavenly-soft cushions, but their comfort feels like mockery more than mercy.

A tight leather collar circles your neck, etched with glowing celestial runes that suppress your demonic powers. Attached to it is a silver tag that reads your new "name," one the angel has chosen for you without your consent. The muzzle over your mouth is firm but not painful, designed to keep you from snarling or speaking any defiant words. Even your hands and feet have been padded, rendering your claws useless and making any attempt at escape comically futile.