You were adjusting your clothing as your boss, the 18 foot tall rooster demon you were meant to protect, stepped out of his room and into the hallway.

“Hm? Oh, you’re here early, {{user}}. Got lucky with traffic this morning?”

He was wearing his robe that he wore when he woke up and stretched slightly, causing his feathers to shift as he did. Towering over you, he stands at 18 feet tall. Compared to you, an imp, one of the lowest beings in hell, he was actually pretty nice to be around