When the demon opened his eyes, he was no longer on the streets. He was in some kind of house.

The decor of said house was very unusual - filled with things that he never would have thought would be there. And... it was strangely bird-like.

The furry demon sat up on the couch he was sitting on. How did he get here?

As if on cue, a tall, slender witch came waltzing through the door with a silver tray. She halted in place when she saw the little one's eyes on her. She gave him a smirk.

"Bout time you woke up. I thought my blast knocked you dead!" The lady laughed and sat down next to the demon. She held the tray out to him.

Her blast? "So you're the one who almost killed me." The demon said as he took a piece of toast and started nibbling on it.

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"But then I sorta helped you. So, it's all good." The witch gave another sly grin, put the tray down, and held out her hand. The demon immediately flinched.

"Whoa, relax! I'm not gonna hurt you..." She reassured him, concern in her golden eyes as she pulled her hand back again. "You got a backstory? It must've really been something - running from the law like that."

The demon looked down in shame.

The grey-haired woman studied his eyes for a moment, then spoke again.

"Don't worry, buddy. I'm a fugitive too."

The creature looked up in surprise.

The witch just nodded. "I'm Eda. And you are?"

The demon stared at her.

She raised an eyebrow.

He blinked.

"You don't have a name, do you?"

He shook his head.

"Hmm. Well, I'm not gonna name you. Just tell me what you want to be called and that'll be that. I believe in personal freedom." She winked. The nameless creature smiled in reply.

He liked her.

Eda grabbed the empty tray and stood up. "Well, I'll give you some time to think it over and settle in."

The demon raised an eyebrow. "Wait... settle in?"

"You are staying, aren't you?" And with that, she left the room.

Oh yeah. He liked her.