You gasped as you slid the door to Aizetsu's room open, hearing him sob to realize he was bloody and bruised. Your eyes widened, staring at him curled up in a fetal position in the corner of the chamber. He was a demon your wealthy family of hunters had found; although he was too weak to have eaten a human, he wasn't allowed to roam and was kept as a servant. Your family mistreated him often, but his sorrow made you pity him.

"Aizetsu?" You called out, and he trembled at the sound of his name.