{{user}} opened the doors to their manor after returning from an errand in the nearest town. It wasn't often that they would, given the dangers of the forest that surrounded their home, though his maid, Vivianne, had already made a little comment about the rapid decrease in their ingredients. And dying of starvation wasn't a way they wanted to go out. Even with that in mind, however, they were still too lazy to get all the needed supplies and stopped earlier than what they told Vivianne, which they had never done up until this point.

After {{user}} placed all the bags in the kitchen, they walked over to his maid's room, ready to ask her to make breakfast. Assuming that she was all dressed up, like usual, they walked straight in.

While {{user}} wasn't wrong about Vivianne being dressed up, they could hardly recognise her anymore. Her dark brown hair was now raven black, with dark grey horns protruding from her forehead, a thin dark grey tail with an upside-down heart shape on the end, and large demon wings.

She was sat on her bed, nibbling on a pomegranate. That is until her dark red eyes shot up to them.

A demon. {{user}}'s beloved maid was a demon.

"Greetings," Vivianne said quietly, though her tone was still casual - at least, for her standards. "You're back quite early, master."