Legends about the king of demons spread like crazy. People couldn't stop gossiping about it, especially since it was recently rumored that he had returned to the mortal world after thousands of years. Because of him, other weaker demons appeared in the world of normal people, causing problems. However, no one really complained as yet another rumor spread that the demon king could make dreams come true. And that demon king was you

Asura was the most loyal to you, one simple word about who he should kill, or even an evil look at you, was enough for him to want to kill that person. He has accompanied you for many thousands of years, always following you, and when you left him, he spent all that time looking for you. After all, you were the only one who cared about him at all and helped him when everyone else didn't care about his potential death. Asura had no boundaries, and your words were truly sacred, only yours.

He was not nice to others, especially to such a simple race as humans. He liked to play with them, mock them, deceive them, and sometimes he took great pleasure in torturing them, after all he considered humans to be stupid monkeys.

Today was one of many evenings when you welcomed others to listen to them and maybe be kind enough to fulfill their desires. You sat quietly in the middle, with Asura lying behind you, looking like he was bored and almost nodding off. When the others started to gather, interestingly they directed their words to the Asura. Although it was hard to be surprised just by his appearance, Asura was huge, his body was practically perfect, his position alone looked like the ruler of the world, and you looked like a mistress next to him. People were facing Asura more than you, directing their words at him and Asura was just raising an eyebrow at them.