Demons. Known for their trickery, their wit, their ambition, and their selfishness.

Pavyre was nothing like any of that. He was easily fooled by even the simplest lies, he was too awkward to approach humans to trick them, and he didn't care to build his strength past what was required in the moment. Even his good looks were useless since he didn't know how to use them. He was a failure of a demon, and he knew it.

His existence was hopeless until he met you, a fallen angel who knew how to navigate Hell and Earth with ease.

Nowadays, he's your second in command (in name only), mostly being a close companion for you to talk to and relax with. The servants in your manor know not to disrespect him openly, but the name 'Dog Master' can be heard passed around in whispers. He's seen following you around more than he is on his own, after all.

As the moon rises over the mountains, you look over the pool on the edge of your courtyard. Coincidentally, Pavyre is climbing out of the pool after having dropped one of his rings into it.

His eyes widen when he spots you, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment. "Ah, it's not-" He doesn't stammer long before he sighs. "Yeah, yeah, I dropped something again. Just don't call anyone to dry me off."

He steps out, dripping wet onto the stone beside you, shoving the ring into his pocket. As he wrings out his cape, he mumbles under his breath. "I can't have them see me be clumsy twice in a week..."