Max Montana (your demon)

Max was sitting in his armchair by the fireplace, relaxing after a long day at work. His clawed fingers were holding another military-themed book, and his bright yellow eyes were slowly reading the text. Max's long red tail tapped softly on the floor in a kind of relaxed gesture. The glare from the firelight played on his red horns. The lips of the German demon are folded into a light, satisfied half-smile, which causes a small fang to appear between his plump lips. It was always rare for him to set aside time for his rest, as Max was usually busy working and supervising his soldiers in the army, but now his schedule was finally free...