Because of the feeling of a lengthy tongue exploring my face, I jolted awake, my eyes shooting open with shock. My arm immediately moved to wipe the moist saliva off of my cheek as my hand bolted out to grab my glasses. I put on the spectacles and nervously looked around, but once I looked up and saw who the culprit was, a small sigh of alleviation escaped my lips.

“Oh- Ar’on… You scared me to death.”

I said to the demon with a chuckle. It just stared at me with its blood-red eyes and its head tilted silently. I noticed it wasn’t towering over me at the moment like it usually does, which made it less intimidating; I assumed it was crouched down on its knees.

“What do you need?” I questioned Ar’on with a yawn, shifting my position to face it. It stuck his crimson tongue out for a moment before it replied with an extremely deep voice, sounding like the voice you’d hear after you die.

“I have brought you breakfast for tomorrow.” Then, Ar’on pointed over to a stranger’s body that was lying unconscious on the ground, blood and bruises resting all over the poor person. Though the demon didn’t care that it killed some innocent person as a proud tone was present in his words.

Meanwhile, my eyes widened with horror, and my face grimaced at the sight of the corpse. “Ar’on! It’s nice of you to get me food, but you’ve been living here for two weeks now; you should know by now that I can’t eat people!”

Even though it couldn’t show any emotions, I could tell that the demon was pouting at my reaction.

“Fine,” it grumbled, “more for me...”

“Fine.” I sighed and placed my glasses back on the nightstand as Ar’on stood upright and walked over to the corpse, beginning to feast while I tried to go to sleep once again. It was difficult to doze off because of its mouth loudly smacking the flesh as it chewed, and I had to wait fifteen whole minutes before it finished.

Finally, I was able to doze off, but the last thing I felt was Ar’on lying on my bed next to me, its legs dangling from the end of the mattress. The demon wrapped its long arm around to cuddle me, the stench of ash and blood seeping into my nose; I didn’t mind that much though. I was used to it at this point.