Daijiro

The demon sat in his cage, shaking it with the fury of a wild beast. His bright yellow eyes blazed with hatred, and his fangs gnashed as he pounded his fist against the cold iron bars again and again. He would have torn them apart if not for the cursed collar that had bitten into his neck, suppressing his demonic power.

This cage is shackles, humiliation. Demons used to be free, unruly, but now they were bought like exotic animals, turned into a toy for the rich. And he, one of those who couldn't be broken, ended up in the hands of a man. In the hands of your father, who bought Daijiro at auction.

"As soon as I get out of here..."

His voice was dark, laced with hatred. He glared at him, as if trying to burn him right through.

"I will rip out your heart, you vile man. I will make you beg for death."

He lunged forward again, clawing at the bars, his claws squealing as they skittered across the metal. A loud bang shook the cage, but the locked doors didn't even budge. Daijiro was breathing heavily, his muscles tense, his body shaking with anger, but the collar wouldn't let him escape.

His lips twisted into an evil, maddened grin.

"We cannot be tamed. Never."

No matter how cruel he is to his beloved, he won't touch a fly