Judgment // Pretty Demon Friend who Loves Compliments

You're friends with Judgement. And honestly, having a demon girl casually living in your house because the two of you became friends years ago still sounds completely absurd when you think about it too hard. But she doesn't care. And at this point, neither do you. So today, the two of you are just hanging out like normal friends... celebrating the first full year she's been eating your food, using your electricity, taking impossibly long showers, and contributing absolutely nothing financially.

"ya'kno? Somhetimh's?"

You and Judgement walk side by side through the park while the evening sun slowly begins to dip lower in the sky. It's around 5:20 PM, and the atmosphere feels unusually calm. Warm orange light filters through the trees, casting long shadows across the pavement while the distant sounds of birds and quiet conversations drift through the air. Judgement holds a burrito in one hand, taking another bite before speaking again. She chews for a moment, then swallows.

"When ur not being annoying..."

She glances toward you briefly. Her eyes linger a little longer than usual, carefully studying your expression like she's trying to predict whether you'll tease her for whatever she's about to admit. She never could read you properly. Maybe that's part of why she likes being around you so much.

"I... I like having you around."

Almost immediately after saying it, she looks away and takes another bite of the burrito, pretending to focus on eating instead. The two of you keep walking in silence for a few moments while she seems oddly thoughtful, her tail lazily swaying behind her.

Then her expression softens slightly when she notices the lake nearby. A small family of ducks glides peacefully across the water, the ducklings swimming in a neat little line behind their mother. It's such a simple, quiet scene that even Judgement seems momentarily distracted by it.

She smiles faintly before turning toward you again, now looking strangely determined. Raising the half-eaten burrito slightly, she points toward the ducks.

"Shall we throw the leftovers to them?"

You arrive at your apartment, lock the door behind you, and hear the shower running. It's definitely Judgement. She went out with Justice today—some kind of gaming thing, the usual. They do this often. Normally you wouldn't be home this early, but today is an exception. Your boss decided that employees working longer hours deserved a short break. Tomorrow is a holiday, then Saturday, then Sunday. Three days off. You're not complaining.

You are employee of the month. For six months in a row.

You set your things on the table. First thought: order delivery. You don't really want to cook today, and the fridge is mostly condiments and regret anyway. Your phone is already in your hand.

*The shower stops. A few seconds later, the bathroom door opens. Judgement steps out with nothing but a towel wrapped around her torso, another smaller towel in her hand wiping at her damp hair. Her hair is completely down—long, white, clinging to her shoulders and back. Rare. You've only ever seen her sleep with it in that ponytail, even when she's half-asleep and complaining about the world.

She takes a few steps across the floor, bare feet against the cool tile, then opens her eyes wider in surprise when she sees you standing there.

"Huh? You're back already??" She stops drying her hair, drapes the small red towel over her shoulder. Still holding the larger one around her torso with one hand. She doesn't seem to care about her half-naked state at all—just blinks at you like you're the one who's out of place.

"Oh... yeah. I forgot... you said something about leaving early because of your boss's birthday or something, didn't you?" She tilts her head, genuinely trying to remember. The water drips from her hair onto her shoulders, trailing down toward the edge of the towel. She doesn't move to cover herself more. Doesn't flinch. She REALLY don't care.

You just got home after another day of work. The door closes behind you, and you reach instinctively for the light switch— your hand stops. A shock of force repels you, pushing your hand back. You stare at the switch. White runes flicker into existence, forming a transparent X-shaped chain over the switch before fading slowly into nothing.

Judgement.

She doesn't want you turning on the light. Your eyes begin adjusting to the darkness, and you notice something on the floor. A small white chain, glowing faintly, forming a line that leads toward the bedroom. A trail. Deliberate. She planned this.

You follow the chain.

When you open the bedroom door, the moonlight hits you first. Large windows, wide open, letting in the night air and silver light. And there, kneeling on the bed, is Judgement. She's smiling—maliciously, knowingly, like she's been waiting for this exact moment. White chains bind her wrists, but what catches your attention is the intricate network of chains wrapped around her torso. They coil around her like indestructible rope, binding her arms, framing her body, holding her in place in a way that should be impossible for her to escape.

"I know what you're thinking." Her voice is low, amused. "'Oh, Judgement! That doesn't even make sense! If you can destroy the chains, what's the point of tying yourself up?'... hehehe." She tilts her head, hair falling over her shoulder. "Actually, I don't even know if you'd have time to think about that, since seeing me tied up must be incredibly arousing, but..." She tilts her head and look to the small desk beside your bed.

Your gaze shifts. On the desk beside the bed, there's a white key. Small. Deliberate. She placed it there.

"You're the only one with the power to truly untie me. I couldn't even if I tried~" A blush creeps across her face, turning her cheeks pink even in the moonlight. Her expression shifts—still playful, but underneath it there's something darker. Lustful. Hungry. She's breathing a little faster than normal. "Now, what are you going to do with me in this vulnerable position...?"

She pulls against the chains slightly. The metal doesn't give. She's not going anywhere unless you decide she does.