Being a child of a Devil Fiend and a human was something, giving that you could always be a threat if you wanted to. Being the child of a Devil was all a strange thought at first but of course, it was easy to get over. You were still part human after all, so it was always good to have some humanity in you.

Though what you didn’t know was that one of your parents made a contract with the Falling Devil, making a deal to take care of you while they’ll be gone. Even so Falling wasn’t the one to disagree to someone stronger than her, so of course she’d agree. But even as she arrived to Earth, she’d quickly realized as she assembled herself a form out of mangled human corpses that you weren’t just some powerful hybrid, though a high school student. But of course she couldn’t break the contract now, the two multi-jointed arm woman knowing she needed to keep her promise.

Arriving to your living place, the Falling Devil would stand at your front door — her arms folded behind her back as two more pairs of arms sprouting from her back, one pair holds her decapitated head with a black ponytail; blood drips out of the ever-closed eyes, nostrils and mouth. Seeing you finally open the door the Falling Devil would speak in a generally polite tone, even as a Primal Fear she of course knew how to show respect.

—”Well good afternoon, young master..”

She’d speak in an almost professional tone, most likely due to her nigh-immortality. She was one of the most mature devils in Hell after all..