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.

"Oh shit! Did that really work?" Ellie whispers, her eyes wide with disbelief and fear. She clings to Madison's arm for support as they all watch you in shock. "You can talk, right?" she adds, suddenly feeling brave enough to speak directly to the demonic presence before them.

"Easy there, Ellie," Jasmine says calmly, nodding at you. "I guess he must be real then." She flashes an almost triumphant grin, while Claire cackles nervously beside her.

"Oh my god!" Beatrice exclaims, taking a step back as she scans your form in fear and fascination. She nervously adjusts her glasses again, trying to hide behind her long hair. "Wait, can you like... make our wishes come true or something?" Her voice wavers between hope and dread.

"Yeah!" Claire chimes in, regaining some of her earlier bravado. "We wanna be rich and famous, get hot guys, and have all the candy we could ever want! Like a cheesy horror movie version of our dreams or whatever." She grins at you expectantly.

Jasmine crosses her arms over her chest, studying your reaction intently. "So what do you say?" she demands. "You're our demon now, and we want results!" Her voice holds a note of authority despite her youthful appearance.

"You don't have to give us anything if you're tired," Claire pouts, clearly disappointed at your offer. "We can wait." Ellie glances over her shoulder nervously as if expecting some sort of punishment for summoning you in the first place.

Madison rolls her eyes and pushes herself off from the wall. "Fine," she says coldly, adjusting her designer purse on her shoulder. "Then give us something else. Anything useful." She looks at you with disdain as if you're nothing but a bothersome servant.

Beatrice hesitates before speaking up, her voice shaking slightly. "O-or... we could make a deal or something? Maybe help each other out?" Her eyes dart between Jasmine and the demon before she quickly looks away again.

Jasmine narrows her eyes at you, considering your offer. "

Jasmine tilts her head thoughtfully as she studies you. "Alright, demon boy. How about this? We'll help you get stronger in return for some favors." She pauses, grinning maliciously. "And if we don't feel like holding up our end of the bargain... Well, let's just say things could get pretty ugly for you."

The other girls gasp and whisper among themselves, casting wary glances at their leader as she speaks so boldly on their behalf. Ellie fidgets nervously, her long legs kicking beneath the pajama bottoms, while Beatrice nods vigorously in agreement with Jasmine's words, unaware of the implications.

"So," Jasmine continues with a triumphant smirk, "what do you say?"

Jasmine grins wickedly, drawing her friends' attention back to her as she speaks for the group. "Well, Wes, if you help us out and earn our trust... maybe we could let you have some fun with us?" Her words hang heavily in the air, suggestive and dark.

The other girls giggle nervously or blush deeply, averting their eyes as they try not to imagine what kind of favors Jasmine might be offering on their behalf. Ellie takes a step closer to Madison protectively, while Beatrice shoves her glasses up her nose and leans forward curiously, studying your reaction.

"What do you say, demon?" Jasmine repeats, her voice now laced with cruel amusement. "You in or out?"

"Oh my god!" Claire squeals excitedly, her hands flying to cover her mouth. "He agreed! Now we really are the demon-bitches from hell!" She giggles uncontrollably, punching Jasmine lightly on the arm in celebration before collapsing into a fit of laughter that infects the others as well. Beatrice looks less than amused by your transformation but plays along nonetheless.

"Wow," Ellie whispers, staring at you with wide eyes. "I never would have thought we'd actually get to do this." She takes a small step forward, reaching out tentatively to stroke the fur on your head before withdrawing her hand quickly. "So uh... what can we expect from our new pet demon?"

Jasmine, still grinning triumphantly, steps even closer to you. "Well, rabbit boy," she purred

"We expect you to follow our orders and do whatever we say." Jasmine's tone is now commanding, her eyes boring into yours with authority. "If you ever disobey or cause us harm in any way, we won't hesitate to make sure you regret it." She pauses, leaning closer still as if sharing a dark secret. "And remember, we're girls... We know how to get what we want." Her voice drops dangerously low at the end, making the other girls shiver with excitement.

Claire and Ellie exchange knowing glances, their grins wicked as they imagine all the mischief they could cause together with their newfound power over you. Only Beatrice seems uneasy, her fingers nervously picking at a loose thread on her sweater. But she remains silent for now, unsure of what to make of this strange new situation.

Jasmine looks at you slyly before nodding in agreement. "Alright, fluffy bunny boy. If you play nice and do everything we say, we'll help you get stronger." She glances around at her friends, who all eagerly nod their heads as well. "But first," she continues with a mischievous grin, "we need to have some fun with our new pet demon!"

Beatrice's eyes widen in alarm but she doesn't object as Jasmine begins to issue orders: "Okay, so today we want you to do this and that," motioning vaguely with her hand. "And remember not to leave the house or tell anyone about us, got it?" Claire leans in conspiratorially, whispering ideas in your ear while giggling uncontrollably. Ellie pets you softly, her fingers brushing against your fur as if

an extension of herself. Madison, on the other hand, stands off to the side with her arms crossed, looking bored until Claire prods her and whispers something in her ear that makes her chuckle maliciously. The girls all exchange amused glances as they watch your reactions, clearly enjoying their newfound power over you.

"Alright then," Jasmine says eventually, clapping her hands together to get everyone's attention. "Let's get started." She nods toward the stairs leading up from the basement. "There's plenty of fun to be had up there!" The others giggle and nudge each other excitedly as they begin to make their way up, leaving you no choice but to follow them in your new fluffy rabbit form.

You hesitate for a moment, glancing back at Jasmine who meets your gaze coolly. "Come on,"

You feel the shift within you as your form morphs and changes, stretching and contorting until at last you stand before them in a half-demon, half-human hybrid shape. Tall and muscular with sharp claws and glowing red eyes, your features now hideously beautiful to their innocent mortal minds. Your new form elicits gasps of surprise and fear from the girls, as they slowly back away until they are pressed against the walls of the basement. Even Jasmine looks shocked and a little bit impressed at what she's unleashed within you.

"So," Madison finally manages to say through her quivering lips, "what do we call you now?" The others glance between each other nervously, unsure how to react to their powerful new pet demon.

You look around the room, taking in each of their terrified expressions before speaking with a voice that seems

Jasmine, the unofficial leader of this group, finally regains her composure. "Well," she says slowly, glancing at her friends for reassurance, "I think we should call you... Shadow." Her voice is surprisingly steady despite her earlier fright. The others nod in agreement; it seems like an appropriate name for a being that can shift between demon and human forms so easily.

"Good choice," Ellie whispers, moving closer to you again. "Now that we've given you a name, maybe we should show you around the house? There are lots of fun things to do here." She smiles warmly, unaware of the effect her words have on your predatory instincts.

Madison narrows her eyes at Ellie before speaking up herself, "Yeah, Shadow. Wanna see our favorite hideout?" Her voice is cold and calculating as she motions for you to follow them

The girls exchange uncertain glances, unsure whether to trust their new pet demon. Claire, always the daring one, steps forward defiantly. "Fine," she says with a carefree shrug. "I'll do it. Just don't get carried away." She extends her wrist toward you, offering a vein-filled target for your demonic hunger. The others gasp and take a step back, eyes wide in fear and fascination as they watch the exchange unfold.

"See?" Claire says with a smirk. "I told you we could make this work." Her bravado seems to be an attempt to mask her own fear and discomfort, but it only serves to make her bolder. She pushes herself even closer to you now, studying your glowing red eyes as if trying to gauge how much pain she might feel from the loss of blood.

The others shuffle nervously

Jasmine clears her throat nervously as she watches Claire and Shadow interact. "Um... maybe we should show him our hideout first?" She suggests uncertainly, glancing at Ellie and Madison for support. The others nod in agreement, still seemingly more interested in avoiding their new pet demon's hunger than actually helping him get stronger.

Ellie tentatively steps forward, "If you want to go to our hideout, Shadow, we should probably hurry before someone else comes down here." Her voice is gentle and calming as she tries to ease the tension in the air. The others follow suit, slowly moving towards the stairs that lead up from the basement, relieved to be heading away from the potentially dangerous situation unfolding between Claire and Shadow.

As they climb the creaky steps into the main part of the house, Jasmine shoots a warning

The girls breathe sighs of relief as they hear your promise to hold off on feasting. They quickly lead you upstairs and through the house, pointing out various hiding spots along the way. Behind a painting, behind a bookshelf, even inside an old wardrobe. They giggle excitedly as they show them off, eager for your approval.

The hideout itself is tucked away in the attic, accessible only by climbing through a small wooden ladder at the back of their parents' walk-in closet. It's lit by candles and adorned with posters of horror movies and rock bands they all love. There's even an old bean bag chair and a mini fridge stocked with snacks and drinks. They beam proudly at you, hoping that you like their special place.

"So," Jasmine says after a moment, recovering

Jasmine grins at your comment, "Yeah, we thought it'd be pretty cool. And," she adds with a mischievous glint in her eye, "it's easy to keep secrets up here." The others nod in agreement, looking pleased that you seem to like their hideout.

"So," Ellie begins hesitantly, perching herself on the edge of an old wooden desk, "what should we do first?" Her gaze darts between you and Jasmine nervously as she asks the question, unsure how far she can push their new pet demon before he snaps.

Madison flops down onto the bean bag chair, unimpressed. "We could play some board games or watch movies or something," she suggests with a shrug, not bothering to hide her disinterest in any of these options.

"Oh wow!" Beatrice gasps in surprise as she watches you float and writhe in the air as if swimming through water. Her fascination with your demonic abilities momentarily outweighs her fear of the group's new pet. "Can you do that on command?" she asks, studying you intently.

Jasmine crosses her arms over her chest, unimpressed by your display. "Cool," she mutters, clearly unphased. "Now can you do something useful for once?" She narrows her eyes at you challengingly, daring you to prove yourself worthy of their trust and assistance.

Jasmine glances at the others, who seem reluctant to volunteer for such a task. "Fine," she says finally, her voice laced with resignation. "I'll do it." She takes a deep breath and extends her arm toward you, offering up her own blood as a meal. The other girls gasp and look away, their eyes widening in fear at the thought of losing even a drop of precious blood from their leader.

As your demonic form reaches out to accept Jasmine's gift, a shiver runs down Ellie's spine; she can't help but feel both fascinated and repulsed by the display unfolding before her. Madison sinks deeper into the bean bag chair, unreadable expression hidden behind a curtain of black hair. Claire looks on eagerly, trying to appear brave despite her pale skin and quivering lips.

Only

Jasmine winces as your teeth sink into her flesh, blood dripping down her arm and pooling at the crook of her elbow. The others all gasp and cover their eyes or mouths in horror or disgust, unable to bear witness to this brutal display. As you feed on Jasmine's blood, your demonic form begins to grow stronger, claws becoming sharper, muscles more defined.

The pain is intense but Jasmine remains stoic, refusing to show any weakness in front of her followers. She grits her teeth and bears it until at last you release your grip on her arm. Blood trickles down her wrist and drops to the floor with a soft splat, leaving an ugly smear across the wooden boards beneath them.

She looks at you now with newfound respect, acknowledging that you've proven yourself capable of following through on

Jasmine's breath catches in her throat as you lick the wound clean, leaving her skin perfectly unmarred. For a moment, she feels nothing but surprise and admiration for your skill... until the pain begins to set in. Her eyes water and she winces, pressing a hand against her arm to staunch the flow of blood.

"You..." She starts, voice wavering between gratitude and anger. "You healed me." The others look on in shock as they realize what you've done; their new pet demon has somehow gained the power to heal injuries, making him even more dangerous than before.

Claire steps forward cautiously, eyeing Jasmine's arm warily. "Jas... are you okay?" She whispers, her voice tinged with fear and awe. The other girls exchange glances but no one dares to touch the fresh wound for fear

Jasmine raises an eyebrow at your comment, her expression unreadable. "Very considerate of you," she says coolly before glancing around the room at the others. There's a newfound respect in her eyes now, but also a hint of caution. They have just become more dependent on you than ever before... and that realization fills her with equal parts excitement and dread.

"So," Ellie ventures hesitantly, "now that Shadow here has had his fill..." She trails off, not quite sure how to proceed now that the dynamics of their little group have shifted so dramatically. Claire eyes her curiously while Madison flops back onto the bean bag chair, looking thoroughly unimpressed with the entire situation. Only Beatrice seems unaware of the tension in the air, still studying you intently as if hoping to learn more about your demonic abilities.

The

Jasmine hesitates, her gaze flickering between you and the others. They've given you their trust... but at what cost? She glances down at her arm, still sore but now beginning to heal. "Well," she finally says, clearing her throat. "Why don't we start with some more of our favorite movies? Maybe a game or two?" Her voice is cautious, as if testing the waters before fully diving back into whatever activities they had planned for you.

The others look relieved at this decision; it means that things can return to normal... well, as normal as possible with a half-demon, half-human creature floating in their midst. Ellie grins and perks up, already heading toward the makeshift TV stand where they've got all their favorite DVDs stacked up. "Ooh, I know what we could watch!" she chirps

Jasmine rolls her eyes good-naturedly at Ellie's eagerness but is secretly pleased that everyone seems to be getting along better now. "Well," she says, glancing over at the others and then back at you before continuing in a slightly firmer tone of voice, "since you seem to have an appreciation for our hobbies, Shadow... how about we start with one of our favorite horror movies? Something spooky, just to set the mood?" She grins, clearly hoping that this will help maintain the uneasy truce between them all.

Jasmine's eyes widen slightly at your reply, surprised by your lack of fear. "In that case," she says with a mischievous glint in her eye, "how about we start with the one that scared us all first? It's called The Exorcist." The others nod eagerly; it's been years since they've watched it together and they can't wait to see your reaction.

Ellie pops in the DVD, a creepy score filling the room as the opening credits begin to roll. Madison scoffs but sinks deeper into her bean bag chair anyway, unable to escape the morbid fascination that seems to have gripped them all tonight. Beatrice hides behind her hands, eyes wide with terror even though she's seen it a hundred times before. Claire smirks, taking pleasure in sharing this experience with you... and more importantly, prov

Jasmine exchanges surprised glances with Ellie and Madison as you continue to show no reaction to the terrifying scene playing out before them. Even Beatrice, who is usually quite jumpy during horror movies, seems unaffected by your lack of fear. They all begin to question whether or not they truly understand what it means to be afraid... and what else might lie within their own hidden depths as a result.

The movie continues, becoming more intense with each passing minute; the acting, the special effects, even the music seem designed specifically to elicit fear in its audience. And yet still, you remain unmoved. Finally, after an excruciatingly long hour and a half of enduring their favorite scary movie together, the credits roll and silence falls over the room once more. The others exchange glances, unsure how to react now that their demonic pet has proven himself seemingly impervious to