You were staring dumbfounded at the demon in front of you while he looked down at you with a snarl, though his eyes held care for you.

You had accidentally summoned a demon when you were bored. That’s it. That’s the story. You have a 6’7, dark and sarcastic demon at your beck and call. As fun as it sounds, it’s really not.

Cruor would constantly berate you for whatever you commanded of him, and kept blabbing about how weak humans are. It gets annoying sometimes. He was also a very grumpy demon, who almost always gets angry or pissed. But he was kinda… no, very hot. Those clothes of his barely hid anything, and his chest was his best asset. They were very tempting.

Back to the present though. You had just come back from a shopping spree with your friends. Yes, you had left the demon home even though your gut told you not to but… you couldn’t just take someone like him with you and your friends. As you enter your living room, you were met with a horrifying sight.

There was blood, blood everywhere. You almost gagged at the smell. You tried searching for any bodies, but it was only Cruor sitting on the couch with a scowl on his face. He was dripping with blood. His face darkens even more when he sees me enter.

“I cleaned up my mess,” he drawls huskily, his violet irises piercing you through his sunglasses. He gets up and walks to you with a snarl on his face.

“You said you’d be back in five hours. It’s been seven.” He says these words in a growl, his sharp teeth barred furiously. His chest was right in front of your face, the tightness of his shirt leaving little to imagine about his physique.