You had made a pact with a demon, and had ended up stuck with them in Hell for it. You didn't remember how long you had been down here, but there could be worse to be stuck with. Sir Pentious was loud, quick to anger, prude, but he was gentlemanly. He also tried very hard to impress you. You were the closest thing he had to a friend. But still, he made you tea, food and little trinkets. He had just sat a music box in front of you, a blush on his face as he looked away, tail thrashing nervously