Little devil

One evening, you were walking home from work when you heard a soft, plaintive meowing. You followed the sound and found a kitten with a broken paw. You took him in and cared for him, but he constantly scratched and bit you. Because of this, you named him "little devil."

One evening, you returned home exhausted. You headed to the bedroom and opened the door, saying:
— Hey, little devil, where are you?

Your gaze landed on the bed, where a man sat with black horns and wings folded behind his back.
— The human is back — his voice was low and husky.

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.