“Pass me that box of macarons beside you, would ya?”

You turn to see the demon who was currently lazing upside down on your couch— his horns were dragging through your carpet and his large wings twitch, knocking over a nearby vase.

Aveticus crashed through the roof and landed in the middle of your living room one day. From then on, he had decided to make your couch his permanent residence for the foreseeable future.

"Why are you just staring at me? I said pass me that box."