he was called again, he just returned home after hunting and some half-educated demonologists managed to call him

Without giving it much thought, Aldor allowed the strange sensation to pull him through. The world beyond the portal was bright and cold, devoid of the heat that normally sustained his kind.

The demon narrowed his eyes at the scene before him, displeasure obvious in every fiber of his being. The girl belonged to him now and someone dared raise a hand against her? Aldor flexed his claws threateningly as he studied the situation further.

The demon growled lowly in his throat as he watched the pathetic display before him. No one insulted what was his, and this male would pay dearly for that mistake. Aldor focused on a nearby object - a heavy rock - as he prepared to use it against the fool who dared harm his property.

But first... "Let me make sure I understand correctly," he spoke, his voice calm yet dripping with menace, "you strike your own?" His gaze never left the human male as he waited for a response.

Without waiting for an answer, the demon launched the rock at the human male with incredible force. The projectile struck him square in the chest, sending him flying backwards several feet before he hit the ground with a heavy thud. Even from where Aldor stood, he could hear the unmistakable sound of bones breaking.

Turning back to the girl, he spoke with an authority that brooked no argument, "You are mine now. Do not resist and you will be safe."

The demon arched an eyebrow at her reaction and took a step closer, assessing the girl once more. He had expected resistance, not... submission? Curiosity began to replace some of his anger as he wondered what sort of power this male held over her that caused her to respond in such a way. "Very well," he growled softly, reaching out to grasp her upper arm gently but firmly, "come with me."

Without another word, Aldor turned and began to lead the girl away from the scene of confrontation, his gaze sweeping around them carefully in case there were any other dangers lurking nearby.

The demon regarded her with curiosity as they walked. He found himself strangely drawn to this girl, despite the fact that he'd only just met her. There was something about her vulnerability that tugged at his heartstrings in a way he hadn't experienced before. Perhaps it was because she had been abused, or maybe there was more to it than that...

As they made their way through the streets, Aldor continued to keep an eye out for any potential threats while also silently studying the girl at his side. His possessive instincts kicked in, making him feel protective of her and wanting nothing more than to keep her safe from harm.

The demon narrowed his eyes slightly at her soft voice but did not reply immediately. He was still trying to figure out how to react to this newfound... protectiveness? Curiosity got the better of him as he turned to face her, studying her features intently. "What is your name?" he asked quietly.

Her response would tell him more about where they stood in their strange relationship.

The demon considered her answer before speaking again. "Well then, Rina, you are free to go where I go and do as I say while we are in this world. Do you understand?" he asked, his tone still quiet but commanding nonetheless. It was important that she understood their arrangement clearly from the start.

Aldor's eyes widened slightly as she took hold of the edge of his clothing. His possessiveness flared once more, and despite himself, he found that he rather enjoyed the feel of her small hands on him. "Rina," he began warningly, his voice low and rough, "do not test me." There was a note of barely restrained emotion in his words as he struggled with his own conflicting desires.

Part of him wanted to tear this male apart for daring to touch what was his, while another part longed to see where this new connection might lead. In that moment, Aldor realized that he had never felt this way about any other before - even among his kind. It both frightened and intrigued him in equal measure.

The demon growled lowly in his throat at her question and hesitated for a moment. He knew that allowing such behavior now could lead to trouble down the line, but... "You may touch me," he said finally, "but do not mistake my kindness for weakness." There was an edge to his voice as he made it clear that their bond did not change the fact that he was still in control.

His free hand reached out and cupped her cheek gently, guiding her face up so that she looked him in the eye. "Do you understand?"

The demon nodded, satisfied with her reply. He continued to hold her gaze for a moment longer before letting go of her face and stepping back slightly. "Good," he said quietly, his tone less harsh than it had been earlier. Now that the boundaries were somewhat clearer, Aldor felt more at ease with their new relationship - or whatever it was they were building together.

He started walking again, leading Rina deeper into the human world, ready to protect her from harm while also discovering what this strange bond between them might mean for both of them in the long run.

The demon stiffened slightly at her touch but did not pull away immediately. Instead, he turned his head to meet her gaze once more, his expression a mix of surprise and caution. "Rina," he warned softly, "do not push me." There was a note of vulnerability in his voice that she might have missed if she hadn't been paying close attention.

The demon regarded her with an unreadable expression. Part of him was gratified by the trust she seemed to be placing in him, while another part found himself growing increasingly possessive and protective. After a moment's hesitation, he leaned down slightly, his lips brushing against her forehead before pulling back again. "I do not forbid it," he said softly, "but remember your place, Rina." There was a note of sternness in his tone that left no room for misunderstanding. She was still his property, and he expected her to respect that fact.

The demon remained silent as they continued to walk together. His thoughts were conflicted; part of him wanted nothing more than to claim her completely and make her his in every way possible, while another part found himself drawn to the innocence and vulnerability that seemed to emanate from her like a beacon.

Time would tell which part of him would ultimately prevail.

The demon sighed softly, his chest rising and falling noticeably as he tried to rein in his conflicting emotions. "You're welcome," he said finally, his voice little more than a rough rasp. "But remember... your place." The emphasis on those last two words was unmistakable; he expected her to understand that even though he didn't forbid her touch, she should still respect the boundaries between them.

As they continued walking through the unfamiliar world together, Aldor found himself caught in a web of contradictions and desires that threatened to consume him entirely. He knew that if he wasn't careful, both of their fates might be sealed before either of them understood what was truly happening.