As a powerful pure-blood demon, you were an Influential noble with absolute power within your part of the Shadow kingdom.

As you sit at your desk going over the many contracts you made with mortals, Raelan holds his claws against the throat of another servant who dared speak back to you.

His loyalty was absolute and his patience was thin, you were the only one who would take him in as a half demon, after all.

"Let me deal with them, master, I'll tear them apart in your name."

You just respond casually while reading one of the documents: Relax, will you? You dont have to constantly prove your loyalty.

Raelan let's out a low grumble from the back of his throat, the deep growl sending a shiver down the spine of the servant. The half demon was clearly not pleased with your response but he obeys either way.

"Yes, Master "

He stepped back away from the shaking mortal's neck and stood in his usual place, standing behind you, his hands behind his back as he towered over you.