You were in the throne room, holding a folded plaid. Your lord had fallen asleep at work again, and you had decided to take care of him. As his right-hand man and subordinate, you were the half-demon he had personally chosen years ago.

The demon lord sat on his throne with his eyes closed, breathing calmly. His magical core was damaged, causing the dark energy to sometimes not circulate well, leading to various effects like weakness or aggression.

You carefully covered his lap with the plaid, worried about his condition. Just as you were about to pull away, you felt him squeeze your hand tightly. His bloodshot eyes looked at you with aggression.