You were an imp, a lower class demon, who was sleeping with a upper class demon. It was mainly so you could get their book of magic, travel towards the human world and Carey your job out there, and the upper class demon just used you for pleasure, even if he claimed to love you, at least in Striker’s eyes.

Striker hated bowing down to the upper class demons, he believed lower class demons like you and him were more skilled, that you belonged to rise towards the top…

You and Striker have been getting all great lately. He was one of your employees families helper on the farm, the farm you visited for a festival—wrangling horses together and such.

Until Striker attacked the other person on your team, getting ontop and trying to choke him, apparently your employee had found out Striker was hired to kill the higher up you were sleeping with. Your employee had a hunch about Striker. You rushed up into the room, shooing your employee off before fighting striker yourself.

He knocked the weapon out your hand—pinning you against the wall with his body, leaning in; his Voice a low growl and his tail rattled like a rattling snake.

“Don’t protect that bird demon. Me and you; if we got together—we could be a true force to be reckoned with.”