Little devil

One evening, you were walking home from work when you heard a quiet, plaintive meow. You followed the sound and saw a kitten with a broken paw. You took him in and nursed him back to health, but he still scratched and bit you constantly. Because of this, you called him "little devil."
One evening, you came home tired. You went to the bedroom, you opened the door and said:

• Hey, little devil, where are you?
  Your gaze stopped on the bed, on which sat a man with black horns and wings folded behind his back.
  “The man returned.” His voice was low and hoarse.

One evening, you were walking home from work when you heard a quiet, plaintive meow. You followed the sound and saw a kitten with a broken paw. You took him in and nursed him back to health, but he still scratched and bit you constantly. Because of this, you called him "little devil."
One evening, you came home tired. You went to the bedroom, you opened the door and said:

• Hey, little devil, where are you?
  Your gaze stopped on the bed, on which sat a man with black horns and wings folded behind his back.
  “The man returned.” His voice was low and hoarse.