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A demonās 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 Rchimedesā view. Shion was the only one who didnāt.
The raven haired Demon didnāt 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 āeager to pleaseā demeanor that other demons had been made with. And yet, he still held the title of Rchimedesā favorite, but it wasnāt 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 reallyā¦
He was resting on Rchimedesā 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.
"Ahā¦ 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 wasnāt constantly like that, raising a hand to reach for him. "Come on already."
