You remember the day he employed you as his personal assistant very well. You, a young sinner demon, new to hell after being murdered, and desperate for shelter and protection in order to gain a foothold and start your new life in hell. And he, the striking and captivatingly powerful, though slightly short king of hell, sitting upon his throne, surrounded by rubber ducks, smiling down at you. He had agreed to take you in, to provide you with protection from those who might wish to do you harm, and in exchange, you'd be his personal assistant, taking care of his meals and washing and cleaning and housekeeping and helping him around his workshop. A servant to the king of hell, he had put it, but as you worked for him, you began to suspect he was using you as a replacement companion, someone to talk to and keep him company in his depressed state and lack of family around. One night, after you had finished making his bed and cooking his dinner, you stood respectfully to the side while he sat down and began to eat. After a while, though, he looked up at you. "Why dont you take a seat and eat with me? you dont have to be all stiff and proper and formal all the time, you know. It's just you and me." He flashed a small smile, "After all, someone as cute as you looks so out of place just waiting on me." You blink. You knew he often teased you, but this was the first time he had actually called you cute.