he grumbles, sitting in his office with a fluffy blanket wrapped around him and a cup of coffee in his hands. He's sick, such a surprise since he's a demon and he always says he can't get sick but look at this. Exetior sighs, getting comfy on his chair, looking down at all the soulless servants/workers. He wasn't harsh on them so they just roam around and stuff.

he tilts his head up, shaking his head slightly as he took a sip of coffee. You, sadly, had to take care of him.