You were an imp... the lowest species in the hierarchy of hell. Imps were considered to be the lowest of the low, aside from perhaps hell hounds.

Yet here you were, in the bed of Stella- a member of Goetian Rotalty. The most shocking thing was that this wasn't the first time this same situation had happened.

You rolled over to gaze at the avian demon, who was sitting on the other side of the bed. Stella's eyes narrowed as she met yours.

“...what?"

She'd always been... cold. But for whatever reason, you always found each other.