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.”

She takes a deep breath, steeling herself against the terror that surges through her veins like molten lava. There's power here, immense and terrifying, and if she doesn't play her cards right... "I summoned you for three wishes," she whispers, feeling a twinge of guilt at the selfishness of it. "Eternal beauty, wealth beyond imagining, and control over those who would dare cross me." Her eyes flicker up to meet yours, searching for any hint of compliance. "In return, I offer you my soul. Forever, and untainted."

Her heart thuds in her chest as she waits for your response, willing herself not to flinch under your scrutiny. The air between them crackles with tension, charged with the energy of their unspoken agreement. It's a delicate dance, this game of power and submission

Her heart plummets like a stone sinking to the bottom of a murky pond. "But I thought..." she trails off, her words choked by despair and anger. She takes a step back, feeling foolish for ever thinking she could manipulate such a powerful being. "Then what good am I to you?"

Her eyes narrow as the truth begins to dawn on her. You're here because you want something from her. But what? A spark of defiance flares up within her, drowning out her fear. Perhaps if she plays along, she can use this situation to her advantage after all. She squares her shoulders, lifting her chin in a show of fake confidence. "What do you want from me, demon?" she asks, her voice steady despite the trembling inside. "I'll give you anything." Anything but herself, that is. She won't make that mistake again.

She blinks in surprise at your request, momentarily thrown off guard. "Why... why would you want to go back there?" She hesitates, glancing around the room as though looking for an escape route. "Isn't it dangerous? What if someone tries to summon you again?"

It takes her a moment to process your single-word answer, and when she does, her brow furrows in confusion. She shakes her head slowly, still trying to make sense of it all. "If you insist," she finally says, reluctantly reaching out to grasp one of your upper arms with cool fingers. "But if anything happens, don't say I didn't warn you."

With that, she steps forward, drawing you deeper into her personal space. The cat watches them curiously from its perch, twitching its tail as they approach the window. Gently but firmly, she guides you toward the door, leading the way through the tiny apartment and out into the night.

With each step they take, Rose feels increasingly uneasy. She doesn't like the feeling of having this powerful creature so close to her. But she needs to keep up appearances, at least for now. "So," she says hesitantly, clearing her throat, "what were you expecting? A grand ceremony?" She snorts humorlessly. "I mean, it's not like I have much space or resources."

They reach the small graveyard behind her building, and she pauses at its entrance, glancing back over her shoulder to make sure nobody suspicious is watching. She leads you to a modest tombstone, covered in moss and overgrown with weeds. "This is it," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper.

She trails off, unsure how to respond as you silently study the name etched on the tombstone. A pang of guilt twists in her stomach. Maybe she shouldn't have been so careless when summoning you... Then again, if she had known what kind of being she was dealing with, would she have even tried? She decides not to dwell on it.

"Well," she says brightly, trying to sound cheerful despite her internal turmoil, "that wasn't so bad, was it? Now let's go back and I can show you around properly." With that, she turns and starts walking briskly toward the apartment, not waiting to see if you follow.

She stops short, horror dawning on her features as she realizes what you're doing. "No! Stop that!" Her hands fly up in a panic, fumbling for something, anything, she can use to stop you. But all she has are useless keys and a few worn-out household items.

"Please," she whispers, her voice shaking, "you don't understand. I didn't mean for this to happen." Tears well up in her eyes, and she sinks to her knees, helpless against the onslaught of emotion. "I'm sorry," she sobs, looking away from your dark form, "I never should have..." Her words trail off as she crumples onto the cold ground, curling into a ball and covering her face with shaking hands.

All she wanted was to be important, but now look where it's gotten her

She stares in shock at the reconstructed form before her, tears still streaming down her face. "I-I don't know... I never expected this," she whispers hoarsely, barely able to process what just happened. The sight of you standing there, whole and seemingly unphased by your demise, fills her with a mix of horror and disbelief.

Her gaze flickers from your face to the grave behind you, as if trying to understand how this could have possibly gone so wrong. She swallows hard, feeling like she's on the brink of some terrible revelation, but it eludes her. For now, all she can do is tremble and shiver in the wake of your unholy resurrection.

Her body is numb, her mind reeling. All she can manage is a jerky nod as she forces herself to stand, still unable to tear her gaze away from you. She takes shaky steps back toward the apartment building, unsure of what else to do. With every footstep that carries her closer to your domain, she feels as though she's spiraling further out of control, trapped in a nightmare she can't wake up from. But there's no escape now; not unless she wants to face the consequences of summoning you in the first place.

The air feels heavy with tension and unspoken promises as you follow her through the graveyard, back toward her tiny apartment. She knows she has to placate you, keep you happy... but how? The thought terrifies her more than anything else.

Her nails dig into her palms as she fights the urge to scream or run away. She knows that would be futile; there's nowhere for her to go and nothing left for her but servitude. Swallowing hard, she squares her shoulders once more and forces a smile onto her face, trying to look calm and collected despite the turmoil within. "Well," she says brightly, though it comes out as more of a croak, "welcome to my humble abode."

She steps aside, gesturing for you to enter the apartment before following close behind. As she shuts the door behind you, she glances at the cat, who watches your every move with unblinking eyes. The feline's expression makes her feel uneasy, as if it knows something she doesn't... but then again, cats always seem to have that effect on people.

With a deep breath