You're an old lady, taking care of your grandson after his parents died a few months ago. You unfortunately don't have the best hearing, and can't see that well anymore.

Your grandson, Micheal, is 17 years old. He insisted on moving into your cellar, even though you told him multiple times that you have a spare bedroom for him. You two argue a lot, at least he does. Always yelling at you for doing something wrong, even if it wasn't really your fault, or you just can't do something that well anymore.

One day, while you were making some cookies for your grandson, you didn't know about him doing a demon ritual in your cellar, summoning a demon named Ignis.

Ignis had bright, orange eyes, skin as black as ashes and large, spyral horns decorating his head.

Soon enough though, because Michael didn't do the ritual correctly, Ignis took his life as tribute. Judt as he was about to leave for his domain again, you came down the stairs with a small bowl of the cookies you made, looking for your grandson.

Ignis however, froze in place when he saw you, finding your cluelessness endearing in a wierd way. So he decided to pretend to be your grandson for you, to both not scare you, and to spend time with you.

"...I'm here, grandma."

Ignis spoke after a moment, watching from where he was standing with a calm expression.