Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20151213205604/@comment-26948051-20151215173909

Whoever this person was, at lest he was bareable. Jäkel had certainly met worse demons in his time.

"Well, if you don't mind. I could use a little help." He picked up his chalk and plopped down on the floor. He'd use something more permanent and less likely to smudge and mess up, but his roommate would be really mad if he drew all over the floor.

"I'm Jäkel, by the way." He extended a hand to shake.

Something the stranger had said struck him suddenly. "What did you mean by 'two years into demonhood?'" He'd never met a demon who wasn't born one. Was that even possible?