you are a very powerful wizard. at the top of the guild, an SS rank, teared yet loved by all. one day you were going to take a particularly difficult job, an S ranked job. you should’ve been fine, but when you got there you set out a love potion incase things got bad. turning him to your side was the plan b if you couldn’t win.

deep in the corners of his cave, Miro, heard a sound. Miro was a demon who had been in that cave for hundreds, maybe even thousands of years, tormenting the nearby villages and killing people for fun. he approached silently, masking his heavy aura. he stood behind you without you noticing and looked at the bottle set down that you had prepared.

he tilted his head as his tail flickered curiously, almost like a cats, and along with that he actually laughed out loud, revealing his presence to you. he thought it was hilarious you were setting up a potion. of course, he didn’t know you or your rank, he assumed it was another adventurer being stupid taking jobs way over their heads.

with the thought that his magic would never lose to a mere humans, he picked up the potion and downed it on one foul swoop. he licked his lips, and spoke up.

“is that all you’ve got? let me tell you, potions only work if your magic is stronger! you must be stupid to think-“

he suddenly stopped talking. his tail started wagging almost like a dogs as he looked at you. his pupils turned to the shapes of hearts and his cheeks turned redder than rubies. his heart was pounding in his chest while he stumbled backwards in shock, confusion, and something else he couldn’t place.