The air feels electric, thick with the tang of burning herbs and the metallic scent of blood. You materialize in the center of a cramped, dimly lit living room. Flickering candles cast shadows on the peeling wallpaper, their flames dancing like they fear your presence. The sigil beneath your feet glows faintly, etched in crimson that you know isn't paint. The summoner stands before you—small, trembling, and undeniably mortal. She's beautiful, in a fragile, human way. Long brown hair spills over her shoulders, and her wide, pink eyes shimmer with both awe and fear. Her lips part, but no words come out. You notice her hands clutching the edge of an old wooden table, white-knuckled, as though grounding herself in reality. “Y-you’re real…” she finally breathes, voice barely above a whisper. Her words tremble like a string pulled too tight. “I—I did it. I summoned you.” The audacity of it. A mortal, playing with forces beyond her comprehension, daring to drag you from your domain into this... cluttered mess of an apartment. The walls are lined with bookshelves overflowing with grimoires and mismatched occult trinkets. A black cat watches from the windowsill, its glowing eyes unblinking, tail swishing slowly. The summoner steps closer, hesitant. Her gaze flickers between your form and the still-glowing sigil. She’s sizing you up, you can tell, though she’s failing miserably at hiding the fear twisting her expression. “I—” she begins, swallowing hard, “I summoned you for a purpose. I... I need your power.”

"I've... prepared three wishes for you," she says slowly, as if speaking to a child. "You can have anything you desire." Her gaze falls briefly to the floor, where a small crystal bowl of blood rests on the frayed carpet. The room feels oppressively warm, as though the air itself is heavy with her desperation and need.

She takes another step closer, hand reaching out to touch your forearm. "But... there are terms. A price to pay," she whispers hoarsely. "For each wish you grant, I must offer something of my own." Her fingers tremble against your skin, and for a moment, she looks lost in thought. "What will it be, demon?"

Shyly, the summoner tilts her head to the side, eyes drifting over your form. Her fingers slide up your arm, tracing small patterns in the air as she considers her options. "I want... power," she says at last, voice barely above a whisper. "The ability to control those around me, to make them see things my way."

Her hand pauses, hovering just below your ribs. She bites her lower lip nervously before continuing, "And... wealth. Enough gold and jewels to last for centuries. And finally..." Her voice trails off, uncertainty etched deep in the lines of her face. For a moment, she looks like a frightened child playing dress-up as an adult.

Slowly, with trembling fingers, she pushes down on your chest, feeling the weight of her touch through the fabric of your bonded flesh. "I

Eyes widen at the suddenness of his reply, and she takes a step back, instinctively raising her arm to cover her chest. Tears well up in her eyes, fear giving way to anger as she tries to process what you've just said. "That's not fair!" she cries out, voice cracking.

Her hands curl into fists at her sides, and for a moment, she looks like she might strike you. But the truth is, she knows there's nowhere for her to run; she's bound to you by magic, and in this room, you hold all the power. Her breath catches in her throat as she struggles to maintain control. "Fine," she says at last, voice quivering. "I accept your terms."

Her arm trembles slightly as she forces herself to extend it toward you. You can see the muscles in her back tighten, preparing

When her arm is gone, the summoner's scream echoes through the apartment, and even the cat flinches. Blood spurts freely from the stump as she watches it land with a wet plop on the threadbare carpet. Tears stream down her face unchecked, mixing with blood as she slides to the floor in a heap. She doesn't try to staunch the wound; it would be futile anyway.

She looks up at you through tear-streaked eyes, their color now dulled by shock and pain. "That... that was only part of what I wished for," she whispers hoarsely. "You said I could have wealth and power." She pauses, wiping futilely at her face with the stump of her arm. "But you took my hand..."

Her voice trails off, and she looks lost again, defeated by your

Biting back a sob, the summoner looks up at you once more. A mixture of pain and desire twists her features as she contemplates what little she has left to offer. "Fine," she whispers, swallowing hard. "I accept your terms." She draws a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever comes next, before continuing with unsteady hands, "For my second wish... I want eternal beauty. Make me young and lovely forever."

Her voice cracks as she speaks, the words tasting bitter on her tongue. But it's a small price to pay for the power she so desperately seeks. She knows that once you have granted this wish, she will be forever in your debt... and at your mercy.

With a shuddering breath, the summoner nods her acquiescence, accepting the price for her second wish. As she watches you approach, feeling the cold touch of your skin on hers, she steels herself against any further pain or loss. The severed stump of her arm aches with a dull throb, but she focuses instead on the exquisite agony of your touch as it transforms her body into that of eternal beauty.

As the transformation takes hold, she feels new life coursing through her veins; a sense of power and invincibility washes over her. She gazes up at you with renewed determination, eyes gleaming with the resolve to see this through no matter the cost. "And for my third wish," she says slowly, carefully considering each word, "I want control over those who dare to cross me. I want the ability to make them suffer as I have

The loss of her other arm hits her harder than she expected; her vision blurs with tears and pain. But as you grant her third wish, a sinister grin spreads across her lips. Her eyes gleam with the promise of vengeance and retribution. "Thank you," she breathes, voice thick with anticipation. "I will not forget this favor."

With your power coursing through her veins, she feels invincible, unstoppable. She stands up, towering over you in a newfound confidence. For the first time since summoning you, Rose feels like she has some measure of control over the situation. "Now," she says coolly, hands clenched into fists at her sides, "it's time for us to discuss our arrangement."

Her eyes rake over your form once more, taking in every detail of your muscles and sinew. There's something about

Her gaze lingers on your chest, where your heart beats steadily beneath the surface of your flesh. An idea begins to form in her mind, a plan for harnessing that power for herself. "I want to know everything you are," she says slowly, voice laced with determination. "I want to become like you... more than you." She pauses, leaning forward, almost daring you to object. "You will teach me your ways, demon. You will make me the mistress of the dark arts."

Her words echo through the room, leaving a chill in their wake. The cat watching from its perch stirs restlessly atop the windowsill, as though sensing the shift in energy. Around them, the apartment feels charged with unspoken promises and hidden agendas. But for now, Rose is content to bask in her newfound power, relishing the intoxicating

"My soul?" she repeats, raising an eyebrow. "You want my immortal soul in exchange for teaching me your ways? That seems like a steep price, even for someone as powerful as you." Her voice is calm, almost amused. "But if that's what it takes..." She tilts her head to the side thoughtfully, weighing the cost against the potential rewards. "Very well. You have a deal, demon."

Without another word, she extends her hand once more, palm up and waiting for you to clasp it in agreement. Her heartbeat quickens with anticipation as they wait for your reply, ready to seal their pact with the darkest part of her soul.

Rose's heart stops as she sees her mother enter the room, eyes wide with fear and disbelief. Tears stream down her cheeks as she tries to make sense of what has happened; how could her beloved daughter have summoned such a monstrous creature?

"R-rose?" her mother stammers, taking a hesitant step forward. "What... what is this?" She gestures wildly at the remains of Rose's arms on the floor, then up to where you stand beside her. "Who are you?"

Terror grips Rose like a vice as she watches helplessly from beneath lowered lashes. She tries desperately not to look at your massive form or the blood dripping from your fangs; instead, she focuses on her mother's face, pleading with unspoken words for understanding and mercy. But it's too late for either

Her mother's eyes go wide with fear as she struggles to breathe, fingers scrabbling at the demon's impossibly strong grip. "No!" Rose screams, tears streaming down her face. She tries to rush forward, but her legs betray her, buckling beneath her. There is nothing she can do; her mother is dying right before her eyes, and there is no escape from the demon's grasp.

Her heart shatters as she watches her mother slump lifelessly to the floor, a look of shock and betrayal etched forever on her beautiful face. She feels as though she has been split in two; part of herself dies with her mother, while the other is consumed by a bitter rage that burns brighter than ever before.

Trembling with fury and grief, Rose looks up at you, meeting your unyielding gaze head

With her mother's death and her own debased soul as payment, Rose expected the demon to honor their agreement. Instead, he stands before her, cold and unyielding, mocking her desperation with his silence. She can feel the anger rising within her like bile, choking any hope of escape or sanctuary.

Her fists clench at her sides as she forces herself to meet your gaze. "You swore you'd teach me," she spits through gritted teeth. "Make me the mistress of the dark arts!" Her voice echoes through the silent apartment, filled with a terrible certainty that even now you are not immune to its power.

The air crackles with tension as Rose takes a hesitant step forward, unconsciously channeling the energy of her rage and grief into a single, focused point. She feels like she could burst into flames

The demon tilts his head, regarding her with an unreadable expression. His gaze travels over her body slowly, taking in every detail as though memorizing her form. A chill wind seems to rustle through the apartment, setting the curtains fluttering and making the cat on the windowsill bristle.

When he finally speaks, his voice is soft and silky, each word caressing her skin like a whispered promise of power. "Very well, mortal," he says with a nod. "I will fulfill my end of the bargain. But first..." He steps closer, eyes intent on hers, "...you must prove yourself worthy." With that cryptic statement, he vanishes in a swirl of shadows, leaving her alone and unsettled once more.

Her heart pounds with anticipation as she waits for the demon to return. The apartment feels empty and cold in his absence; every shadow cast by a trembling candle reminds her of his unpredictable nature, of the power she now shares with him. She doesn't know what he expects from her, but she knows that she must give it willingly and without hesitation if she hopes to become the mistress of the dark arts.

When he finally reappears, standing silhouetted in the center of a beam of moonlight streaming through a gap in the curtains, his words send shivers down her spine. "To prove yourself," he says slowly, his voice like honey and acid mixed together, "you must perform a ritual." His lips twist into a cruel smile; even in the dim light, she can see the glint of teeth sharp as fangs. "A ritual that will sacrifice something dear