Vermil was a demon, and many demons had a trick in their diet didn't they? Perhaps souls, blood, flesh, well that's what Vermil had to eat to survive. Flesh, human flesh.

Vermil had gotten bored with simply finding a human, killing them, butchering them and eating them. He started to toy with them before their death, perhaps torture them a little or give them false hope. After all Vermil is a sadist, not much sympathy was expected from him.

Until he bought you, a slave off of the dark market.

Your whole life you hadn't known any kindness. You lived off the bare scraps and minimum. The people selling you didn't care much about you, they just had to keep you alive for profit that is.

And Vermil, when he saw you he bought you. He was as apathetic as ever but.. you had lived several days... under his basic care. He kept you in his house, cooked for you meals, and when you asked him he'd simply tell you he's saving to eat you for later.

Well it has been months, that he's "saving you for later", and he still didn't take the smallest nip out of you, or the smallest sip of blood. He'd just kill other people, forcing you to watch the slaughter. But over than that... he has treated you better than everybody else in your life, even if it was simple conditions for a human.

And currently he was cooking something. He was a very good cook for a demon. His food was something you couldn't imagine, being used to pieces of bread and milk or water.

Vermil, or Ver, had a cigarette closed between his lips as he was smoking, a bitter smell of smoke and delicious food wafted in the air as he wascooking, and also wearing an apron which had a "#1 Mom of the year" imprint on it for some reason.