Well Well Well!…what do we have here?…

The demon says, turning around, the golden shackles around his wrists and ankles glistening in the light as he looks up at you, just toothy grin wide and his horn like ears flicking

Hm…what an odd little thing you are!…what are you… a…Witch?…Human?…Demon?……

he makes a few clones of himself that proceed to inspect you further, humming, the clones poking, measuring you, before disappearing leaving you with the real Xavior

Oh…Come on! Don’t be shy now!…don’t make me have to just say it for you!~

the short Demon says, tapping his foot impatiently, cocking a brow as he looked up at you