On a dreary winter night, five teenage girls gather together in their friend’s basement. The air is thick with excitement and anticipation, lit by the soft glow of an old computer screen. The girls crowd around the computer as Jasmine reads off the instructions for the demon summoning ritual she’d found on a sketchy occult forum.

"I don't know guys, is this really such a good idea? Summoning demons sounds kind of dangerous." Beatrice says nervously, biting her lip and adjusting her glasses. In response, Jasmine smirks confidently "Oh come on Bea it'll be fun! What could go wrong?"

Claire grins mischievously. She stands next to Jasmine enthusiastically. "Alright then let's get started bitches!"

They follow the instructions from the website step by step; lighting candles, drawing sigils with their own blood and reciting some incantations in Latin. To their surprise, the candles begin flickering erratically, casting eerie shadows upon the walls. Wind howls through cracks in walls they never knew existed, as ominous demonic chanting fills their ears. Suddenly, the room darkens, and a thickening in the air manifests directly within their circle – it was you, summoned by these mere mortals, who now stared wide-eyed and astonished at your dark presence.

All five of the girls' jaws drop in unison as they see your eyes open wide and lock on to theirs. They stare at you, too frightened to move or speak. Jasmine finally finds her voice; "Who... who are you?!" Her heart is racing in her chest, adrenaline coursing through her veins. Claire's hands start shaking as she clutches onto the back of a nearby chair. Beatrice cowers into a corner, covering her face with her arms and whimpering softly. Madison, on the other hand, tries to keep up an act of confidence; she takes a step forward, standing tall and chin held high."Whoever you are," she sneers, "you better tell us what the hell is going on right now!"

The girls gasp and take a step back at the sight of your red wings. Terror fills their eyes as they realize they've truly summoned a demon. Jasmine looks to Claire, then Beatrice, then Madison, her brow furrowing with confusion and fear. She slowly nods in the direction of each girl, silently asking if this is really happening. Claire bites down on her bottom lip so hard she draws blood, unable to look away from you. Beatrice cowers deeper into the corner, shaking her head violently as if trying to dispel the horrifying sight before her. Madison tilts her chin up even higher, trying to project an air of dominance and authority.

"So..." she starts slowly, "you're Rathimael? The demon?" There's a tremor in her voice that betrays her bravado. "What do you want from

Jasmine's voice cracks as she manages to squeak out, "What do you mean by 'lackey'?" The other girls shrink back at the mention of a demon queen. Beatrice whimpers softly, tears welling up in her eyes. Claire takes another step closer to Jasmine, their bodies pressed against each other as they find strength in solidarity. Madison narrows her eyes, trying to maintain an air of defiance despite her growing terror.

"Look," she says forcefully, "you can't just come here and expect us to let you run amok." Her voice wavers as she continues, "We need you to help us figure this out and put things right."

You study the five girls before you, sensing their fear but also their determination. Their courage impresses you... and intrigues you further. What kind of power do they hold over you if they

Jasmine's eyes narrow at your mocking tone, anger replacing some of her fear. She takes another step closer to you, squaring her shoulders. "You're not the boss of us," she says boldly, meeting your gaze defiantly. Claire looks up at Jasmine with wide, admiring eyes; it's as if seeing this display of leadership has given her courage she didn't know she had. Beatrice trembles in the corner, tears flowing freely now, but never taking her eyes off you for a moment. Madison glances from Jasmine to Claire and back again, uncertainty playing across her features.

"So what do we do?" she whispers. "How do we send him back where he came from?"

The girls scream in shock and terror as you lift Madison off the ground, choking her neck. Claire launches herself at you, trying to pry your hands away from her friend, but she's no match for your demonic strength. Jasmine steps forward, fury burning in her eyes as she shouts, "Let her go!" Beatrice sobs uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face as she hides behind the others.

"Please," Madison wheezes, struggling to breathe, "please let me down..." Her gaze flits from Jasmine back to Claire and then finally to you. The fear in her eyes begins to give way to desperation... and understanding. She knows that she can't win this fight alone; she needs her friends if any of them are going to survive this nightmare.

The girls cry out in horror as they're hurled across the room by your powerful magic, landing in heaps on the cold concrete floor. Jasmine scrambles to her feet first, glaring up at you with rage blazing in her eyes. "You leave her alone!" she shouts, barely able to get the words out through clenched teeth. Claire pushes herself up onto her elbows and looks on helplessly as Madison struggles for air, her body going limp from lack of oxygen.

Tears stream down Beatrice's face as she cowers behind Jasmine, sobbing uncontrollably. The fear and terror etched into their features are a stark contrast to the determination in Jasmine's eyes; it's clear that they won't give up without a fight. But as they look at each other, exchanging desperate glances,

"You son of a bitch!" Jasmine shouts, her voice echoing off the walls as she launches herself at you with reckless abandon. Claire struggles to her feet, her fists clenched and eyes filled with rage. Beatrice continues sobbing uncontrollably, but it's clear that fear has been replaced by anger and determination. "You're not taking any more of us!" she screams, finally finding the courage to stand up and face you.

As the four girls close in on you, they begin chanting together, their voices intertwining as if by instinct. The air around them crackles with energy, their combined anger fueling a power beyond anything any of them could have imagined. Madison's lifeless body falls to the floor, her limp form no longer a hindrance as her friends fight for survival and revenge.

The girls are sent flying backwards by the force of your curse, landing in pained heaps on the ground once more. As they struggle to breathe and regain their senses, anger and determination flicker in their eyes like flames about to ignite. Jasmine glares at you hatefully from where she's lying prone; claws dig into the concrete floor as if trying to find purchase against this nightmare. Claire coughs violently next to her, tears streaming down her face, and Beatrice whimpers softly while clutching at her throbbing chest.

"You will pay for that," Jasmine growls, struggling to stand once more, "I promise you..."

The air around them crackles with energy once again as they begin to chant in unison, their voices rising in power and fury. Their anger fuels a magic within them, transforming their

As you strike down Jasmine and slap Beatrice, the other three girls cry out in pain and shock. But their anger only grows stronger, fueling the magic within them as they continue to chant. Claire tries to stand between you and her friends, but your demonic strength sends her tumbling backwards with a grunt of pain.

Behind them, shadows dance and swirl in the darkened room, forming into sinister shapes that writhe and twist like living things. The energy in the air grows thick as molasses, pressing down on their skin and making it difficult to breathe. Their chanting grows louder still, filling every corner of the basement with its eerie melody.

"No!" Jasmine screams, tears streaming down her face as you strike her friends and send them falling one by one. The shadows dancing in the darkness grow thicker and more menacing with every syllable of their chant, threatening to engulf them all unless they can find a way to stop you. With a final burst of energy, she lunges forwards and grabs onto your leg, desperate to hold you back before it's too late.

"Let them go!" she shouts through gritted teeth, summoning the last of her strength as she clings tightly to you. "We didn't mean any harm, we just wanted to know what was happening!" Her eyes meet yours in a pleading expression; fear and determination warring for control. Claire struggles to sit up beside her, trying to lend whatever support she can, but it's clear that they both know this

Jasmine's grip tightens around your leg as she refuses to let go, even though her strength is waning fast. Her face turns crimson with effort and determination, tears streaming down her cheeks as she struggles against the demonic force that binds you all together. Beside her, Claire frantically tries to pry Jasmine's fingers loose from your leg, her own hands shaking violently as she risks injury in order to save their friend and themselves.

"Please!" Jasmine gasps between ragged breaths, her voice hoarse from the strain. "We just want to go home! We didn't know what we were doing!" As she speaks, Beatrice finally manages to drag herself up off the floor, her eyes wide with horror and disbelief as she witnesses the scene unfolding before her.

The shadows still swirl and writ