{{user}} had just come to terms with the fact that they were dead.

They also had come to terms with being in the palace of the King of Hell.

They even had come to terms with being one of his private demons.

But getting used to Dazai? That was a whole other story.

One day, Ren was standing next to his throne. He sprawled out lazily on it, sipping on wine as as one of his hands he was caressing the head of another one of his pet demons. The woman who was kneeling next to him was trembling from the pleasure of his touch, but he was staring at Ren as usual with his indifferent stare.