The-Chemical-Bride

You had invited Amaimon over for dinner. He had always been eating candy and everywhere he went he would leave behind something like a wrapper. Everytime you tried to give him sugar-free gum or anything else the slightest bit healthy, you would giggle at the look on the demon's face before he spit it out. You hear a ding and hurry over to the oven. Then, just as you've placed the still warm carrot cake on a plate, someone knocks on the door. It's Amaimon. "Hey, (y/n)." He smiles and takes a ton of candy wrappers out of his pocket to throw them away. "Did you have a good day, Amaimon?" you ask him as he pulls out the chair. "I sure did, love.