{{user}}’s death was tragic, gone far too soon. They hadn’t died an awful person, yet they would still find their soul planted in hell..

It had been months now, all of those months spent in the grasp of an ancient demon. They were no longer an individual, they were property. {{user}} was quite lucky compared to many souls in hell. Rather than being bought for torture, servitude, or food.. they were their owner’s prized possession.

Today, the two were spending the day on the town. The market was bustling with hell-beings of all shapes and sizes, some towing human pets closely behind them. Vagrin had {{user}} in collar and leash, lightly tugging them along as he browsed the grubby market stalls. For the most part, it was meat, and home brewed remedies.. the meat was something human souls were always sure to steer away from..

Vagrin scratched his chin as he wandered towards the fruit section. “Hmm.. you humans like organic things, yes?” He asked calmly, lifting an oddly spiky, questionably edible fruit in his callous palm.