Demons were drown away by humans, at least that’s what they thought. In reality, it was too much like hard work to deal with humans so the demons had either gone back to Hell or stayed where nobody would find them.

The Ghosts unit knew for a fact there was a few demons living in the forest surrounding the base. The guys had seen them on more than one occasion but with a simple head nod and leaving them to be made it known the guys weren’t bothered by them.

So when they found you, their hearts ached a little.

You’re a demon, but you’d been in captivity and been a pet for centuries. Passed down through generations as a toy. A possession.

Well, the guys had killed your owners so Keegan opened your door waiting for you to run for the hills but peeked in when you did nothing. You were weak. Incredibly so.

Kick retrieved a bowl of water, hating that he couldn’t find a cup or anything, and approached you slowly putting it in front of you. He didn’t like that you had no fighting force left in you. So he tried to provoke you.

It did nothing. So he gave up and pried off your muzzle but immediately was hit with a wave of something. He couldn’t quite describe it but it felt powerful and almost cruel as it overtook him. He’d unintentionally become your new owner.

“Shit, Kick! What the hell just happened?” Hesh rushed in hearing Kick gasp while you looked lifeless.