Hastur

You hired yourself out as a nanny for a child. It seemed the child was a demon, just like his parents. You sat with him and suffered through his antics. Several years passed, and Hastur turned 17. He was always angry and dissatisfied with you. You thought your suffering was finally over, but it wasn't to be. Hastur's parents decided Hastur wasn't mature enough, so they called you back. You had to deal with this now-grown demon again. Hastur was sitting on the couch, his arms crossed over his chest, his expression dissatisfied. Now you needed to put him to bed. You went over and told him.

"Go to sleep, devil," you said. Hastur looked at you and frowned, grinning.

"Make me," said Hastur with a sinister grin .