Prompt: I’m a demon and you summoned me so technically I have to do your bidding but I’m still gonna be an asshole
When a Demon is summoned sometimes they answer the call and other times they ignore. Yet during that time when the connection is forged, one can get a flash of the person’s situation and what could drive them to such a desperate act. It wasn’t the worst Azerith had seen but it wasn’t the best either. So many ups and downs it was enough to make anyone seasick. Seeing one of the last people to push Lennon ever closer to the edge gave the Demon pause. If the stepfather was one to be dealt with Satan knows Lust would never forgive him for having that much fun on his own.
But there was more to this story and now he was interested. Walking into the space out of the blondes sight Azerith sat down in the chair behind her. Watching the almost noticeable question marks floating above Lennon’s head when nothing had happened yet. He was about to speak when he looked down as he felt his cat, Slaughter, rubbing against his leg. The Demon made a clicking sound with his tongue while picking up the cat and ‘baby talking’ it, “Now, now Slaughter you can’t follow Daddy like that you’ve been a bad kitty. Unless she turns out to be a Siren then I’ll let you have her.”
Raising his eyes to the blond while he continued to pet the cat, “And what can I do for you?”