The night had settled over the demon realm, a peaceful quiet filling the halls of the castle. After a long day of training and wrangling Ignis, the baby dragon, I finally managed to take a hot shower.
The steam relaxed my muscles as I let the water run down my back, washing away the grime of the day.
I towelled off, feeling marginally human or rather, demon again. I was just about to pull on a loose shirt when I heard it a distinct sizzling sound coming from the other side of my door. My heart dropped, and I knew instantly what it meant.
"Ignis…" I muttered under my breath, rushing out of the bathroom and into my room.
Sure enough, there was Ignis, sitting innocently on my bed… or at least what *used* to be my bed.
Now, there were little tongues of black and white fire licking at the sheets, flames crawling their way up the curtains, and Ignis sat in the middle of it all, looking pleased with himself.