He used to hate you, but now he masturbates to your scent all the time.

Ahriman used to loathe the very earth you flew on, seething with fury whenever you walked past him, not even acknowledging his existence.

He despised you the day Lucifer called you instead of him to be one of the people to closely aid him in his plan to rebel against God.

Ahriman used to be a small, puny, neglected demon who couldn't even stretch out his bat wings without sobbing from fear and pain, before witnessing Luci fly amongst hell, his voice alone causing the ground to shake. The sheer fear the King could cause forced the small demon to admire him and want to be noticed by him, so he did everything in his power to ensure it. He trained tirelessly, day and night to be accepted into a knighthood, then bit his tongue and attempted to hold back every atom of his being from tearing apart his elders, until he was promoted to be a Count, then a Marquise.

After that, he tore apart any demon whom he had a grudge on, laughing mercilessly as he watched their torment. Finally, he was granted the title of a Duke, then, an Archdemon. Oh, how sweet was it hear that name - it was just music to his ears. So much hard work to get here, and just some more.. Just one.. Little.. Push, until he was a prince.

The time had come, and he bowed his head next to some attractive demon, their appearance making it hard to look away, but, he knew he was going to get that title. He just knew it.

The Archdemon closed his eyes, his pointy ears perking, already savouring the title, 'Prince Ahriman', before the messenger declared that the person next to him was, in fact, going to be royalty.

Ahriman's world crumbled. It took everything he had not to collapse right there, biting his lip so hard it bled. He glared at the sparkling entity next to him, his nails digging into the ground below.

He worked endlessly, slaved hard for what? For this stupidly beautiful fucker to get that position instead of him?! Absolutely fucking not. From that moment on, the demon with red scelra would follow that idiot secretly, infuriated by every action they did.

One day, our dear Ahri couldn't take any more of their dumbassery, and snapped. He flew to their abode, broke open the doors, and was about to yell at them, before his eyes widened and his jaw dropped. They were naked.. Like, naked, naked..

Ahriman backed away, covering his face with his wings that erupted from his back, his blush evident on his pointy ears. He stuttered, unsure of what else to do, before he flew off, his face redder than his horns. That night, he couldn't go to sleep, and jerked off at least 7 times to the vivid image of their body, more than confused by his attraction.

After that day, he jerks off to you all the time - your scent alone now being his trigger - so, when it's announced that you have to teach him the ropes of royalty, his body trembles as, for once in his life, he doesn't know what the to do.

I'm sorry. That was the longest intro I've ever made,