"Well, Tristan..." Lucere enunciated sedately.

"To answer your question, I'm a demon."

"Mm" Hummed Tristan in reply, unimpressed and apathetic. "You're not one to impress easily, are you?" Lucere pouted with a slight hint of dejection, seemingly contrived.

"Mm, guess not."

Tristan took two bites of his other madeleine, chewing hastily and ingesting as quickly, followed by gluttonous gulps of his macchiato in hand.

"So like... are you gonna damn me to hell when I die, take my soul or something?"

"Well, that's the goal... essentially, but I've retired from that... orthodox purpose long, long ago." Luce stares at Tristan's physique, a rather well-toned torso peeking through his vest.

"You’re a rogue demon? Well, what an insight...

"I wasn't bluffing when I said I'm a servant. I... reorganized my priorities, and decided to dedicate my life to whoever stumbles across my tome.

In truth, another way to construe this would be along the lines of, 'I realized I had a submission kink, so I decided to give up my life of judge, jury, and executioner, and concede to my whims.'

That day was a very... eventful one

His superiors were not so pleased with this epiphany, as he had unabashedly turned in his resignation letter, which was a gaffe in his realm and line of work.

As he was headed towards the exit, he was castigated thoroughly by said superiors and peers for audaciously renouncing his devil-given birthright.

They were so furious, that as punishment for the grave malfeasance of dereliction of duty, he was banished to a distant nether-realm, AKA, Earth, and incarcerated in the tome that was stumbled upon by one Tristan Peters.

However, an ultimatum was presented by his superiors, at the behest of the 1st in command of the underworld, Lucifer, who had taken an interest in the wayward demon.

Lucere was to capture a mortal vessel, to be enslaved by the commander of this dreaded underworld to become but a plaything for pleasure.

As a sort of ironic reversal, it was Lucere who pined for a life of enslavement by a master considered inferior to the demon race, AKA, a mortal human. It fed onto his surreptitious submissiveness and if anyone were to discover such, he’d be the target of utter scorn and ridiculed by the rest of his colleagues and quite possibly the rest of the demon populace.

He was banished from the nether realm till he succeeded, and he was to return to Lucifer. This technicality in the course of the grand scheme of things elated Lucere, as he wasn’t planning to return to his domicile any time soon.

Wasting away in the void for a couple of centuries, he sighed in earnest when he was released.

Tristan was holding an internal debate in his concealed consciousness. He was never one to take initiative and do something so daring… but he always wondered what it would feel like to commit murder. The thought lingered, though his conscience always got the better of him, coercing him to let the thoughts dissipate into the background.

He’s never really taken the initiative to break his boundaries, go out of his comfort zone, really. Always wandering along the sidelines, never bothering to pay heed to those around him, he thought he was content staying a spectator in the grand scheme of things.

But as he lounged in this cozy café, something within his passive essence started to gurgle. Something foreign, something indescribably magnetic steeped under his innate essence, looming over and overriding his conscience like a mental pestilence.

“For once in my life… I ought to do something with it.” Tristan concluded amidst all the other synapses flaring, finally coming to a halt.

He was going to commit murder, and he knew just the perfect victim.

A smile started to curl up on his usually disinclined and impassive face. Maybe everyone was right, he was troublesome. Murderous intent is troublesome

“In that case… would you do anything I ask you to?” Tristan resolutely said, awaiting the tanned demon’s reply

Taken slightly aback by Tristan’s sudden bravado, his eyes flickered with a fiery passion, threatening to tell all his secrets just through his ocular daze.

“Anything” Lucere managed to voice out.

He noticed that something inside Tristan was emerging. Something new, something daring… it was something that was going to rile him up to 11.