Your days after what you personally like to call the First Sighting of the demon was fairly normal, save for the small fact that the event repeated itself each and every night when Bro was out after dark and far enough away that he wouldn't be able to return for at least another half hour if he went homebound at top speed from the moment the demon's toes touched the sill.
It took little under a month of this for you to grow used to the presence of that demon in your life- freezing panic giving way to fearful care in every movement, then fading to wary glances late at night. You know he- it -could kill you at any time if it so chose, but the most it ever does is rest its head against the cooling glass and mess with the local feathery assholes known as crows. Of course, not even a predatory demon could deter them from pursuing you just as doggedly as the monsters you attract. Your milkshake totally brings all the boys to the yard, provided said boys are either demons or crows. Sometimes ravens too.
It's after a hard few days of brutal insomnia (it came out of nowhere, you don't have the clinical variety, thank god) and staring mindlessly up at the ceiling or at the walls before turning over yet again that a sleep deprived and caffeine addled brain decided, 'Hey, you know what would be a great idea? Letting that demon in so you can finally figure out what it wants.'
So you clicked on the leg lamp you'd found just sitting on the side of the road (it was for the irony, you'll never admit you genuinely like A Christmas Story, no matter how hilarious) and ambled over to the window. You leaned towards it and pressed your hands over where the demon pushed his palms against the window, then rested your forehead in the same spot where he laid his, watching him. His pupils had dilated when you moved closer and there was an expression on his face you couldn't quite place as his nails dug into the glass and made little pits in it. You could easily lie and say they came from birds crashing into it, which they did regularly.
You pushed away from the window and the demon didn't even twitch until you made a shooing motion with both hands. It was as if a spell had been broken, he flinched away and withdrew his hands from the window like the glass had burned him before he dove off the windowsill and disappeared from view. His expression was one of hurt, head bowed low and eyed averted. You'd have said he looked like someone whose marriage proposal was just shot down by someone they'd been sure would say yes if it was a different situation.
The main thought running through your head at that moment: shit.
You threw open the window and leaned out while you yelled, "Hey, come back!"
You can safely say that was singlehandedly the stupidest, most idiotic and ill thought out thing you've ever done. It's also one of the few really dumb things you've done that didn't have any immediate repercussions of the super bad kind. You'd have considered the demon coming back as a super bad thing if not for the fact that you just screamed from the rooftops that you wanted that so it no longer really qualifies.
You waited a second or two for the demon to appear, and just when you're about to give up and close the window, you felt a light tap on the back of your neck and screamed. You flashsteped back into the relative safety of your room and stare as you saw the demon hop down from his place on the wall above the window. He must have swung around to hang above the window then snuck in while you were busy looking downward, the sneaky bastard. Your previous complacency was gone; while you'd gotten used to ignoring him hanging around, not once had he ever made any move to come in or attack you.
Then he was approaching you on all fours as you scrambled away from him and tripped over the cords littering your floor. You fell flat on your back as he stopped inches away from your feet and drew himself up to his full height. Had his horns not been gently curving backwards along his skull, they would likely have brushed the ceiling, his lean body just tipping over the six foot mark and your ceiling fairly low. The edges of his wings touched the floor and you noticed some things up close that you hadn't been able to see when you usually never ventured to the half of your room closest to the demon when he was there, like how his fingers were just a little too long for a human hand, and his irises too big for his eyes, which you had an excellent view of with the way he was bending down over you to the point you were almost afraid he was going to fall on top of you.
Instead, he just straightened back up then crouched down and watched you curiously with his head cocked to one side.
You had only sat up halfway before he's moved across the room and is burrowing into your blankets and settled down so that he's a roundish lump in your bed with just his tail sticking out.
You weren't sure what to make of all this, but you did know that a demon setting up camp in your room was not something you wanted and he had to vacate the premise asap. You had some faith that he wasn't going to kill and or eat you, so you try gentle persuasion first.
Sitting down on the bed next to him, it doesn't even occur to you that you could rid the earth of a powerful demon right there with one quick slice. "Hey there... whatever your name is, could you just, you know, get the hell out?" After a minute of no response other than the demon's tail flicking from side to side, you brushed a fingertip over the downy black fur puffing out from the end of it, not too many shades away from your own skin color. The back and forth movement ceased but nothing else happened so you continued to mess with the demon's tail, scooting closer and pulling it into your lap where you fiddled around with it in an effort to bother the demon. The soft fur felt like that of a rabbit, strangely enough, and you ended up just idly petting it while you looked towards the window. The demon shifted his weight beside you and withdrew its tail from your lap, making you stiffen when he wrapped his arms around you from behind and rested his chin your shoulder. You're ninety percent sure that the soft rumbling sound that came from his chest and made it vibrate slightly against your back was some form of weird purring.
