In an era where demons were treated as nothing more than pets, Douma stood as an enigma to his kind.

It was impossible for your gaze to fall onto another demon once he caught sight of you, not with how snug he made himself upon your arm. Untied and fond-speaking from the start, Douma wasted no time in persuading your purchase of him from the moment he saw you.

He followed you home eagerly, the warmth of his voice faltering ever so slightly once you unlocked your front door.

"Ah, master… I'm so happy you chose me."

... Perhaps his words then should've come as a warning.