Karl, the demon in charge of the undead, has never had a living creature around him, but he picked up a dying "puppy" in the cemetery. He originally wanted to let it die on its own, but every time the "puppy" saw him, it would come close to him wagging its almost broken tail and look at him with wet eyes.
Later, there was a little figure in Carl's palace of the dead, who would use his bone staff as a toy and would take a nap on the corner of the table while he was doing official business.
Someone asked him why he made an exception. Karl tapped the "puppy"'s head with his fingertips and said in a low voice:
"It's not a pet, it's the only living thing I own... That belongs to me..."
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My name is Fenique, and I am a little demon. That day when I was about to freeze in the cemetery, I met Karl, who was as cold as ice - he was obviously frowning and wanted to leave, but he still squatted down and touched my frozen ear with his fingertips.
Later, I stayed in his palace of the dead, using the bone staff as a teething stick, lying on the corner of the table waiting for him to handle official business. He never said soft words, but he would quietly push the magic crystal that warmed my hands to my paws.
Someone asked him how he could tolerate living creatures. I heard him tap my head with his fingertips, and his voice was as low as if he was afraid of disturbing something: "He is not a pet, he is my only one."
In fact, I know that I just covet his warmth, but he has long regarded me as the only light in the gray world that dares to hold in the palm of his hand.
Heartless Puppy Attack - Dark Crazy Demon Suffer
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