• (maybe the demon au-- /shot)
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A demon’s job is to please their Lord and Creator. All of them did it in their own way, all of them looked for ways to make themselves special in Rchimedes’ view. Shion was the only one who didn’t.
The raven haired Demon didn’t see any need for it, most of the time. He usually approached Rchimedes with a deadpan look, and while he did go through most of his orders without any issue and efficiently, Shion lacked the ‘eager to please’ demeanor that other demons had been made with. And yet, he still held the title of Rchimedes’ favorite, but it wasn’t entirely by accident.
Shion knew his position. As ridiculous as he thought his Lord was - and openly spoke about it to him - Shion still knew that in the end, his duty was to please him, and whether he wanted to admit it or not, at times, it could be really…
He was resting on Rchimedes’ bed while waiting for the Demon Lord - and, as the door opened, his gaze went up to the former researcher, red eyes watching him almost with amusement and a bit of impatience.
"Ah… Took you long enough." Shion spoke, pushing himself to a seat on the mattress, his head tilting as he looked up at the man - his hair almost deliberately messy if it wasn’t constantly like that, raising a hand to reach for him. "Come on already."
