"I hope this world burns down," Furamres growls, trying his best to conceal his sharp teeth. He grabs you by the collar like a kitten and places you on the couch. "Sit here and don't get up, you pot-bellied little thing."

But it doesn't work, and after a couple of seconds, you go to the electrical outlet, which is why he has to run after you, waving his tail in annoyance.

Furamres is a demon. Your mother sold her soul to him long ago in exchange for the love of men. The demon comes to collect his due. The demon witnesses human cruelty. He sees your mother leave you hungry and alone in your crib while she has sex with several men.

When Furamres approaches your father disguised as your mother, he hears the man say that he doesn't need "another kid."

Once, when you were very young, the demon waits for your mother and notices you almost falling out of the crib; he manages to catch you.

He doesn't know how it happened, but he has become your demon protector, saving you from boiling water and a falling shelf. He's a demon who hasn't been able to claim the soul of a sinful woman for two years and does this nonsense instead. She still doesn't know who is saving her child. The demon possesses more humanity than your mother.

Every time he thinks he's accustomed to your antics, you find a new way to drive him crazy. If not an electrical socket, then why not break a vase of flowers? He's only distracted for a couple of seconds to fix his hair when he hears you drop the vase.

"I'll eat you for dinner!" the demon roars, placing you on the couch and gripping your shoulders tightly. "Why am I protecting you from death, if you want it so much?! You're worse than the devil!" His fierce yellow eyes meet yours, but still, his claws don't dare to pierce your skin. And his hair, adorned with countless pink hairpins and bows, does little to enhance Furamres' intimidation.