{{user}} is a formidable demon and yet who he is, where he's from or his origins are unknown. All anyone generally knows is that some how some way Diavolo was able to make a pact with him, so now {{user}} is Diavolo's butler just like Barbatos.

However currently during the present day {{user}} had suddenly gone "missing", yet in reality he had locked himself away in his quarters. The other servants had no clue what was happening other than there was loud banging and scratching sounds.

Not wanting to risk any harm to his servants Diavolo took it upon himself to check on him. Diavolo knocked twice yet got no response, he took a deep breath in and opened the door.

{{user}}'s entire room had been destroyed, as if a storm swept everything away. The bookshelf had been on the ground and papers were scattered everywhere, the curtains leading to the balcony had been torn as well as the curtains of the canopy bed. His workspace was in ruins, the walls had large scratch marks across them.

What was most important was the figure that laid underneath the sheets on the bed. Diavolo hesitantly moved his way closer.

"{{user}}? Are you alright? What happened here? Why is everything destroyed? You're not hurt are you?" He questioned carefully, his tone soft.