"I don't know Chiho, maybe that guy isn't really in to you like that."

Chiho was walking home with a friend of hers, who was trying to explain to her that Sadao probably didn't like her more than a friend. Chiho shrugged;

"Mr. Maō has been so kind to me for the longest time I have known him. I'm sure he must feel something, if anything at all."

"That may be true, but all I am telling you is to not get your hopes up, you know? Anyways, goodnight! And don't stay up tonight, the demon will get you if you look it in the eye!"

"Goodnight! And I wont!" Chiho waved her friend off. She sighed as she turned to face her home. Walking in and shutting the door behind her, she ignored her mother asking how her day went and dropped her bag next to her bedroom door, face-planting onto her bed and thinking about what her friend said. 'He has to feel something,' she thought to herself, 'and she wouldn't know what to do if she saw a real demon.'

A rumor at school was sparked when a school girl disappeared out of her bedroom late at night. As rumor went, the girl was taken by a demon with beady red eyes. When her gaze locked with his, he took her to his lair to feast. Even though it was just a rumor, a chill ran up Chiho's spine when she heard the story, knowing especially that demons and angles do exist. But the idea that they mauled the body of their victim was a bit cliche. Looking up from the pillow and at her phone she had pulled from her pocket, she sent a text to Sabao reading "Goodnight Mr. Maō!" She looked to the window, it had began to rain heavily with thunder roaring in the distance. She sighed as she locked the window shut and closed the blinds. With one last look around the lighten room, she turned the light off and wrapped up in her covers. Before she closed her eyes, she thought of how weird it was that she was in love with Satan, but she shook it off with a smile.

She dreamed of her room, yet it was empty without a single trace of furniture. She looked around until her gaze met a pair of red eyes from the unnatural darkness of her closet. As she stumbled backwards, a dark mist surrounded the eyes as it moved closer and closer to her.

"Huh?!" Chiho awoke from her nightmare, her body still laid out on the bed, facing the wall. She sighed, closing her eyes until a bump came from behind her. Opening her eyes widely, she slowly turned her head to see what it was. From the corner of her eye, she saw a figure leaning down; observing a picture of Chiho and her friends at a party. In all black clothing and black hair, all she could truly make out were a pair of red, beady eyes. She caught her breath before she began to scream. She tilted her body even further to study the figure more closely. In the faint light from the moon, she could make out black-feathered wings retracted to the figure's back. The figure was dripping water; 'Possibly it had come in through the... closed window?!' The window sat shut and covered as she had left it. Now on her back, Chiho could clearly tell that the figure was a male demon without any facial hair or expression. As she watched the figure set the picture down where it originally was and picked up another picture, she realized her phone was slipping off the mattress. It all seemed to happen in slow motion as the phone fell off the bed and hit the floor. Before it hit, Chiho quickly turned back onto her side and buried her face into the pillow.

When the phone hit the ground, the demon turned to see her under the covers. Setting the picture down it approached her slowly, leaning over her to see if she was awake. From the corner of her eye, Chiho watched in horror as it's red eyes attempted to lock with hers. Without any emotion or expression on it's face, the demon stepped back, still looking at her head, as if it were waiting for it to turn to look at him. Chiho squeezed her eyes tightly, praying out load that it would either leave or disappear completely. When the room fell silent again, she slowly cracked her eyes to see a hand holding her phone a foot away from her face. Slowly she followed the arm with her head as it lead to the demon leaning over the bed once again. The demon motioned the phone towards her; trying to return it to her. Scared and uneasy, she lifted her shaky hand and took hold of the phone; the demon returning his arm to his side and standing up straight, it's eyes locked with hers.

"Th- Thanks, uh, sir." Chiho stuttered. The demon merely nodded his head, not taking his eyes off hers.

She thought for a moment before she asked the demon; "What is your name?"

His eyes now searching the room, in the faint light, he made a motion with his hands, as if he was writing something on his hand. "Do you need something to write on and with?" He nodded, stepping back for her to find something. She rose to her feet, searching for what he had asked for until she turned around, giving them to him. Turning the light on, Chiho sat on the bed and waited for him to finish. Once he finished, he looked up from the paper at her, handing the paper to her for her to read.

"Hāto Dorobō." She read aloud. "Is that your demon name?"

He nodded.

"Well," she began, "it isn't a bad name for the human world, I think."

He shrugged, a smile on his face. Upon his rather pale face, his smile seemed to warm Chiho's heart as she began to smile too; blushing.

"Well I guess you aren't the kind of demon to eat people, right?"

He nodded his head in agreement to her statement. She studied his dark appearance as he shifted his weight slightly. One thing is for sure," she stated aloud, "you need some new clothes." She began to chuckle as he shook his head, a smile across his lips.

'I wonder how Mr. Maō will act when I tell him about this demon coming into my room late at night...' She thought to herself as the demon only stood with a smile on his face as he watched her.