Flowers and the Hound

Deep inside a castle beyond the mountains lives a demon who's long past marrying age and destined to be alone forever.

"I really want a friend."

Even his only mount found itself a wife. The great demon Reis is so tired of it all.

Then one day, a little guest arrives at the estate.

A newborn magical beast fears no great demon.

"You must be really weak," she says with absolute conviction. "Demons get prettier the weaker they are, because they need to use their looks to trick their prey. The stronger they are, the less they care what they look like. I can tell at a glance you're ridiculously weak."

"Mm, that's right."

The first demon curls his lip and pulls the little girl into his arms.

"Protect me, big sister magical beast."

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A short, sweet story written just for fun