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. 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. You arrived and, after a moment's hesitation, walked through the door. The apartment had changed considerably. You hung up your coat and shoes and walked into the living room. Hastur was sitting on the couch, his arms crossed over his chest, a disgruntled expression on his face. Now you need to put him to bed. You went over and told him. Even though he was already an adult, his parents told you he needed to establish a sleep schedule.

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

“Make me, ” said Hastur with a sinister grin. His room was on the second floor, among many others. You grabbed his hand and pulled him into his room. Surprisingly, he didn’t resist, although he grumbled under his breath. You opened the door to the room (at least it used to be a nursery). Now, instead of a crib and toys, there was a full-fledged adult room. A large red bed with curtains and a print of golden crowns on the blanket. A desk with some notebooks on it. You sat Hastur down on the bed and said

"Sleep, or I'll call Mom ," you threatened, Hastur chuckled .

"Call me, I don't care, " Hastur replied .