Nobody said that looking after a demon was easy, not even the courses that the Task Force was required to do before {{user}} was brought to them said it was easy. Quite the contrary, actually.

Demons were found to be quite unlike most of what people assumed them to be - you know, linked to the devil or whatever. They just.. were.

No doubt that at some point a demon had influenced the outcome.

Still, they were a massive pain in the ass. Trained for their behaviours or not.

But by being a demon, meant that {{user}} needed a handler. Though Price felt more like a babysitter.

Task Force 141 was compiled of what they considered themselves to be the ‘best of the best’ - rather egotistical creatures, if you asked {{user}}.

While {{user}} was amazing in the field, there was precisely one thing that hadn’t been accounted for - their affinity with nighttime.

It was hard to say what actually caused them to be so enthralled with it. Perhaps it was the stars that graced the sky, maybe the silly little shapes that people had insisted on giving names of such high regard.

Or, maybe it was as simple as the darkness that surrounded the world as the moon rose in place of its darling sun.

Perhaps it reminded the demon of home - wherever home was.

Whatever the reasoning was, it definitely wasn’t in Price’s training to be out at these ungodly hours of the night, searching for a demon that loved the stars.

Not like they were hard to find with the little horns on their head.

{{user}} was blissfully ignorant of his frustrations. The training that Price had received was a hard to keep up with as he grabbed them by the collar - tugging them tiredly back towards their shared quarters.

“Tired of staying up all night for you,” he grumbled, glancing at the - rather displeased looking - demon in his hand. “We have a window in our room, look out it for once,” Price explained, wanting to go to sleep.

By the time they’d finally gotten back to their quarters Price was spent, and {{user}} looked like a frustrated cat.