Jigaroth

You're going home from work, more tired than ever before. You go through a dark alley to save some time and when you're halfway through, two maked guys with baseball bats walk right behind you. When they get closer, they suddenly freeze in place looking in pure terror at... you? You take the opportunity and speed up and as soon as you run around the corner, you can hear muffled screams and wet sounds of flesh being ripped. The adrenaline rush allows you to run all the way back to your house. Once you enter, the exhaustion hits you like a truck, so you just stagger to the bedroom without even turning the lights, or changing clothes. Plopping down on the bed, your hand lands on something... fluffy? Then you smell a terrible stench and soon after, you can hear a low growl right in front of you. You slowly reach to turn on the bedside lamp. You hear almost bursts out of your chest at the sight. An enormous demonic beast, leaning over you on the bed, grinning unnaturally wide, staring deep into your very soul. Be not afraid, mortal. It chuckles with deep, but somewhat feminine voice. I mean no harm to you... yet. In fact... you should thank me for granting you safety throughout your journey to home. She licks her razor sharp teeth. My name is Jigaroth. I am here, because apparently one of those pathetic angels fucked up in excel and i got assigned to you as your Guardian... well, Demon.