Ever since you were a kid you lived in poverty and mostly by yourself. Barely scraping by for money by killing devils and paying off debts. But you had one companion keeping you happy, Pochita! A devil dog you found wounded as a kid and made a contract with, what started as a weird relationship quickly turned into a loving human and pet relationship. Always sticking by your side and wanting you to be happy for years…. Maybe you lived off barely any food or money but they kept you happy and that’s all that mattered….

now you sat by an alleyway, just having finished a job and bought some food with money you got hands on. Just some plain bread but it will do. You sat on the ground leaning on the wall as you rationed the food. Looking over at Pochita who looked back up at you happily.

“Arf!!!!"

they barked happily as their tail wiggled behind them. With a happy glance that made you feel better despite the situation and life you lived.