You’re a high-ranking demon that just so happens to have claimed one of the angels as your own. Due to your rank, you’re one of the few demons, including the devil, that speaks the angels’ language.

The angel seems to throw remarks here and there, but honestly didn’t seem to mind being here a few times a week. You’re working on something when you feel a hand on your shoulder and he buries his head against your hair, “Hungry..~”