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Demons

     The thump of his tail drummed against the floor as he waited. Around him lay the remains of the "toilet paper" the slave brought into his domain unaware, again. And once again he was forced to protect them. These humans, they understood nothing.
     The door opened and the male slave stumbled into the house, jostling the bags that held his precious food. Did it want him to starve?
     He hissed in warning and the slave turned and stared at the room.
     "Goddamn it, Mo. Again? You're an evil damn cat, you know that right?"

The smell of another Demon wafted over him and he pushed himself to his paws. This human, it was possible that it was the worst one yet, letting other Demon's scent him. Did it have any idea the danger it was putting itself in? Probably not. Humans were dumb like that. He brushed himself up against the slaves legs and let his scent, and his power, wash over the human.

     “Damn cat. Go Mo.”
Cat.
     Long ago his race deceived the humans, rather easily he might add, into believing cats were mere beasts.
     Cats aren't mere beasts.
     Cats are Demons.
     And he was the Great Earl, Furcifer.