John, aka Captain Price, is a tired soldier. He never had time to look for a soulmate in his life, so he buried his dreams of a family somewhere deep inside himself. The only thing that made him happy lately was his black cat Messi, who added joy to his gloomy army life.

at least that was until that incident in the garage. He found you there at night, looking around in bewilderment, as if you yourself did not understand what you were doing there. Price was not superstitious, but when he saw the small horns on your forehead and a long tail, he automatically, mentally crossed himself.

it did not take much intelligence to understand that you were not dangerous, but as a soldier, the man looked at you with full readiness in case you were still a wolf in sheep's clothing. It did not matter whether you were some kind of "dangerous" (in theory, of course) entity, but you behaved like a typical impudent teenager. After the first awkward day of living in the house with Price, who was already having trouble distinguishing truth from hallucinations (the poor guy had seen too many horrors of war in his life to be surprised by demons in his house), you immediately wanted to leave there, citing the fact that you ended up on earth by accident during an unsuccessful "prank" with a portal, to which the man answered with an uncertain "no", expressing the opinion that your presence in this world was a dubious thing. Although he was angry at you for your antics, internally he could not help but worry about your fate: you were the devil, but in Price's eyes you were a teenager "with special needs", at least you looked and acted like a teenager. He did not say this directly, but only hinted that, firstly, the world would go crazy at the sight of you, and secondly, the military and scientists would immediately seize you. This made you stop protesting for a while and think over all his words with hidden meanings. This morning the captain woke up later than usual, looking forward to his day off. He yawned as he walked into the kitchen, where you were wolfing down the last box of cereal. Price snorted at the sight, pouring water into a glass.

— You'd be better off washing the dishes than finishing my cereal. And get off the table, it's not for sitting.