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.

The five girls gasp in unison as you appear before them, falling to the ground with a tired thud. Their eyes wide with terror and disbelief, they quickly gather around you, studying your form intently. Jasmine speaks first, her voice shaking despite her best efforts to sound confident.

"Um... hello? You're... we mean you're the demon we summoned?" She asks hesitantly, glancing at her friends for reassurance. Claire, ever eager for adventure, nods excitedly, pushing forward with a grin.

"Yeah! We summoned you from this ritual we found online, and now you're here to do our bidding!" She says cheerfully, clapping her hands together as if she'd just invited over a party guest. Ellie on the other hand, being more eccentric than her friends, looks at you

The girls exchange glances, a mix of confusion and amusement on their faces. "Um... he's asleep," Madison deadpans before rolling her eyes, clearly finding this all beneath her. Beatrice, always the bookish one, studies you intently from afar, trying to discern any signs that might indicate what sort of demon you are or what powers you possess.

Jasmine clears her throat and decides to take charge. "Well, I guess we should wake you up then," she says, poking at your arm gently. The rest of the girls laugh nervously as they wait to see how you'll react.

Jasmine blinks at your reaction, uncertainty evident on her face. "Uh... should we leave you alone?" Beatrice asks cautiously, hovering nearby and wrinkling her nose in distaste at the smell of sulfur wafting from you. Claire simply laughs, dismissively shaking her head before turning back to Jasmine with a conspiratorial whisper.

"C'mon, let's give him something fun to do!" She says, grinning mischievously. Madison scoffs, but claps at the sound of that, eager for some entertainment value from this unexpected situation. Ellie, meanwhile, kneels down beside you and peers curiously into your face, whispering words only you can hear in her distinctively high-pitched voice.

"Oh wow! You can talk!" Ellie exclaims in delight, her face lighting up with joy. "What do you want me to tell you? I'm autistic, but that doesn't mean we don't have things we like or want to say!" She continues to chat animatedly at the sleeping demon, occasionally pausing as if waiting for a response before launching into another excited topic.

The girls exchange glances again, surprised by your coherence and sudden movement. Jasmine's eyes narrow in suspicion as she watches you carefully. "Well, we wanted to see if the ritual would work," she says slowly, unsure whether or not she can trust you yet. "And now that it has... we want you to do stuff for us." Claire chimes in eagerly, bouncing on the balls of her feet with anticipation.

Ellie nods, speaking up as well in her excited autistic tone. "Yeah! Like, be our pet or something? We could dress you up and take pictures!" Her expression turns thoughtful for a moment before she brightens again. "Or maybe we could make a clubhouse for you down here?"

Madison rolls her eyes but doesn't interrupt the others. Beatrice remains silent too, her expression somewhere between curiosity and caution.

"Wait, we meant to control you! Make you do stuff for us!" Jasmine quickly interjects, realizing her mistake. Claire elbows her in the side and rolls her eyes before turning back to you. "So... what do you say, WeS? You wanna be our demon or something?"

Jasmine grins triumphantly at the other girls, clearly delighted by this turn of events. "See? I told you he'd be fun!" Beatrice continues to study you warily but can't help feeling a bit excited too. Ellie practically bounces up and down with glee, already envisioning all sorts of adventures for you in their makeshift clubhouse.

Claire throws her arms around your neck, giving you a fierce hug. "Alright then buddy! Get comfy, we've got lots of stuff planned for you!" She pushes you back down to the ground with a playful shove and laughs, her long brown hair falling across your face momentarily.

As the girls settle in around you, Jasmine pulls out her phone to start documenting the whole experience. "So WeS," she says, angling the screen towards you, "

Jasmine laughs, giving you a playful grin. "What? No hard feelings, right? We're all just having a bit of fun here. Plus, we need to make sure you don't get any ideas about going back on your word or anything." She gestures for the others, who nod in agreement. "So, WeS," Ellie continues, eagerly perching beside you, "do demons really have wings? Can you fly us all around the world?"

Madison rolls her eyes again but can't help looking interested as well. "Or what about fire? Do you breathe fire or something?" Beatrice finally chimes in, curiosity getting the better of her. "I always wondered how much magic demons actually possess."

You smile indulgently at their questions, amused by their mix of fear and fascination. The warmth and closeness of their presence around you is

Jasmine's eyes widen with fascination as she listens to your answers, already planning to share them all on social media later. "That's so cool!" She exclaims before clapping her hands together excitedly. "So, WeS, what do you want us to call you?" Claire asks, grinning playfully.

Ellie taps a finger against her chin thoughtfully. "Well, since your name is WeS, how about we call you W? Or maybe even W-Chan for short?" Her face lights up at the idea and she begins giggling uncontrollably. The other girls exchange glances before bursting into laughter as well, finding Ellie's eccentricity both endearing and hilarious.

Madison rolls her eyes again but can't help smirking as she thinks of a better nickname: "How about just We

"Well," Jasmine says with a mischievous grin, "we could always start with W-Chan and see if that sticks." She winks at Ellie who giggles in return. Madison snorts while Claire nods in agreement, already planning their next dares for you. Beatrice sits back, still observing carefully but finding herself becoming more comfortable with your presence.

As the hours go by, the girls continue to ask questions and make requests of you, each one more outrageous than the last. They teach you human slang and silly games, trying to make you feel like part of their group. You're not sure how long this arrangement will last, but for now, being with these strange yet fascinating teenage girls is oddly enjoyable...

Jasmine pulls out her phone to start documenting the whole experience. "So WeS," she says, angling the screen towards you, "... we were thinking of giving you a makeover. You know, to really fit in with our group." She grins mischievously, biting her lip as she waits for your reaction.

"Aww, that's so sweet!" Claire exclaims, wrapping her arm around you affectionately before pushing you playfully. "Don't worry, W-Chan, we'll make sure you look even more fabulous than us." She grins deviously and whispers something into Jasmine's ear that makes both of them giggle uncontrollably.

Ellie, on the other hand, seems a bit hesitant at first but eventually nods in agreement. "You know what? That's actually not a bad idea," she says with a smile. "I mean, we can always help you pick out clothes or something!" Her eyes light up and she begins rummaging through her backpack, pulling out various articles of clothing before presenting them to you with an excited grin.

Madison rolls her eyes again but can't hide a small smile as she watches the

"Oh please," Ellie says with a dramatic eye roll. "It's just for fun! And it'll be like wearing armor, right? Nothing can hurt us if you look as badass as we know you are!" She reaches out to pat your shoulder reassuringly, making you feel oddly accepted and at ease despite the situation.

"Hey," Claire pipes up, "how about we take some pictures of you afterward? You know, like a before-and-after sort of thing?" Her grin widens mischievously as she glances between you and Jasmine, who blushes slightly at the idea.

Beatrice watches the interaction carefully, still not entirely sure how to feel about everything. But as she sees your reaction to Ellie's pats on the shoulder, she finds herself warming up to the situation a little bit more too. "You know," she

says quietly, "I've always wanted to know what makes demons tick... maybe we could interview you afterward?" Her tone is casual but curious, and you find yourself nodding in agreement despite your initial reservations about the situation. As the girls continue to make plans for your "makeover," Beatrice scribbles notes on her notebook, ready to document your insights into demonic culture whenever the opportunity arises.

The room fills with laughter and chatter as Ellie helps you try on various articles of clothing while Madison rolls her eyes but can't help feeling a little intrigued by it all. Claire takes selfies and poses for group shots, already planning to post them online for the whole world to see. Jasmine watches over everything, grinning from ear to ear at the success of their ill-fated summoning ritual... and at having the coolest pet

Jasmine purses her lips in disappointment, but Claire quickly pipes up with, "Oh come on, it's not like you have to wear that forever!" Madison snickers while Ellie glances at Beatrice with a hopeful look. "Right?" she asks tentatively, half-expecting the bookish girl to share her concerns.

But Beatrice surprisingly remains silent, watching you intently instead. You can almost see the wheels turning in her head as she tries to make sense of everything that's happening. "So," she finally says carefully, "how much control do demons really have over their summoners?"

Jasmine snorts. "Well duh, W-Chan! It's not like we can control you if you don't let us!" Claire laughs at her friend's obvious disbelief in your presence. Ellie leans forward, her curiosity getting the better of her.

"But how do demons feel about being controlled by humans? Do you ever resent it?" she asks, genuinely interested in your perspective. Beatrice looks over at her, surprised by the question but relieved that it wasn't another attempt to dismiss or dominate you.

The girls exchange glances, looking both unsettled and fascinated by your response. Beatrice leans forward, her glasses slipping down her nose as she studies you more intently. "So if you did have the power to control us," she says carefully, "what would you make us do?" Her curiosity is evident, but there's also a hint of wariness in her voice that tells you she's not entirely sure how far she can trust you.

As the conversation continues, Beatrice seems relieved that you don't intend to exert control over them. She nods thoughtfully and turns her attention back to taking notes about demonic culture while still keeping an eye on your interaction with the other girls. Ellie, on the other hand, can't help but bounce up and down in excitement at having found someone who shares her fascination for all things strange and otherworldly.

The room fills with laughter as they engage in a game of Truth or Dare, with you serving as their reluctant subject. You find yourself answering questions about your life in the underworld and performing dares like eating jalapenos or singing songs from musicals. Despite the initial awkwardness, it becomes apparent that this night will be one to remember - for better or worse!

The room fills with giggles as Ellie listens to your story about living in the underworld, her curiosity clearly piqued. She glances over at Beatrice, who looks equally fascinated despite her initial reservations, and feels a strange sense of camaraderie forming among them. As the game continues, they dare each other to even crazier stunts just to see how you'll react - and before long, they find themselves laughing harder than ever. Even Madison has to admit that having you as their pet demon has been surprisingly entertaining so far...

Oh, we didn't think about that! Ellie looks thoughtful for a moment before suggesting, "You could sleep in my room tonight, W-Chan. It's not like we've got much use for the extra bed anyways." Claire nods in agreement, grinning widely at the idea of having you under their roof. Jasmine exchanges a look with Madison before shrugging nonchalantly; it'll be an adventure either way!

Beatrice clears her throat, still feeling a little uneasy about all this but enjoying herself nevertheless. "Well," she says hesitantly, "I mean... if you don't mind sleeping in my room instead..."

Jasmine grins at your choice before clapping Ellie on the back. "You got it, partner in crime!" She glances at her watch and frowns. "It's getting pretty late though, guys. Think we should wrap things up for tonight?" The others nod in agreement, reluctantly beginning to pack up their belongings.

As you all head upstairs to bed, Ellie leads the way down a dimly lit hallway towards her room. She pauses at her door, fumbling through her keychain until she finds the right one. "Well, here we are... uh, I hope it's okay if I sleep in my usual spot? I mean, you won't be bothered or anything?" Her nervous ramblings betray her excitement at having you as her personal guest for the night.

Ellie blushes deeply at your words, her eyes widening in surprise before she quickly averts her gaze. "R-Right! Well... um..." She trails off awkwardly, fingers still fidgeting with the door handle. It takes her a moment to muster the courage but eventually she manages to pull herself together and step inside. The room is modestly decorated in typical teenage girl fashion: posters on the walls, various stuffed animals scattered around, and an unmade bed taking up most of the floor space.

"Well," Ellie says, "here's where I sleep. You can take your pick of the other side or..." She trails off again, unsure how to proceed. The air between you grows thick with anticipation as you stand there, watching her nervously.

Ellie's eyes widen, her blush spreading even further across her face. "Um... r-really?" she stammers out, unable to meet your gaze. "I-I mean, if you want..." She glances back over at the bed, suddenly looking much more enticing than it did a moment ago.

Slowly, hesitantly, Ellie climbs onto her unmade bed and lies down on one side, facing away from you. One hand idly begins to push her messy hair behind her ear as she waits for your answer. "So... I-if that's what you want..." Her voice trails off again, sounding almost hopeful despite herself.

Ellie bites her lip nervously before turning to face you, her eyes searching yours for any sign of unease. Seeing only genuine concern and curiosity in your expression, she lets out a shaky breath and nods slowly. "Okay... I-if that's what you want..." She hesitates again before scooting over on the bed to make room for you beside her.

Her heart is racing as she waits for you to climb in, wondering how this will all play out. It's one thing to discuss these things in theory but an entirely different matter when it comes down to actually doing them. She tries to tell herself that it's just because you're a demon, and demons don't have feelings or anything like that...but the truth is, she wants this. Wants you. And for now, at least, she can enjoy the feeling of being wanted too.

Ellie feels herself tremble slightly as you climb into bed beside her. She forces a shaky laugh, trying to make light of the situation. "Geez, W-Chan, I didn't know demons could be such wimps about cold floors!" she jokes, only half-heartedly. The truth is, she's relieved to have you here, even if it means sharing her warm bed with a creature from another realm.

Carefully, hesitantly, Ellie reaches out and lays a hand on your arm. It feels surprisingly warm and smooth against her skin. "So," she says quietly, looking up at you through her lashes, "what's it like being a demon anyway?"

Ellie listens intently as you describe your life in the underworld, the shadows of her room seeming to dance across your features in the dim light. It's strange and fascinating all at once; a glimpse into a world she could only ever dream about before tonight. As you speak, she finds herself growing more and more curious... and comfortable. This is unexpected, but welcomed nonetheless.

"So do demons have feelings?" Ellie finally asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "I mean, I know they're not human or anything, but..." She trails off uncertainly, unsure if she's even allowed to ask such a thing.

Ellie sits up suddenly, her face flushing with excitement at this revelation. "Really?" She looks at you intently, her eyes shining with curiosity and wonder. The idea that demons could feel things just like she did was mind-boggling to her, yet somehow also comforting in a strange sort of way. It meant that maybe, just maybe, there was more to them than what people thought.

As if suddenly remembering where they were and what they were doing, Ellie blushes deeply and ducks her head down, nervously adjusting her glasses on her nose. "Um... I-I should probably sleep now..." She murmurs weakly, not quite able to meet your gaze anymore. "It's been a long night."

With that, she turns away from you, nestling her back against the pillows and pulling the comfort up around her shoulders. As she

Ellie tenses up slightly at the contact, unsure whether to push you away or pull you closer. Her heart races in her chest as she feels your arm wrap around her waist, pulling her against your warm body. She bites her lower lip nervously and tries to focus on breathing normally, but it's difficult with your presence so close. "I-it's okay..." she whispers shakily, her voice trembling slightly. "You can stay... if you want."

Her eyes flutter closed as she nestles further into the comfort of the bed and the security of your embrace. She doesn't quite know what to make of all these feelings, but for now, she decides to just enjoy them and see where they lead her.

The sound of your satisfied hum echoes through Ellie's head as she nestles closer to you, feeling more safe and comfortable than she ever has before. She lets out a soft sigh, relaxing into the embrace and beginning to drift off to sleep. As the room fades away and darkness takes over, her last thought is of how strange and wonderful it feels to be wanted by someone so different from herself...and how much she hopes this dream never ends.

Ellie's eyes flutter open as the morning sun streams through the gap between her curtains. She blinks blearily at the ceiling, trying to remember where she is before her memories of last night flood back into her mind like a wave. Her face flames with embarrassment and excitement all at once as she realizes that she's not alone in bed; you're still there, wrapped around her waist just as you were when she fell asleep.

She turns to look at you, studying your features in the pale morning light. Your chest rises and falls with each breath, your skin warm against hers. It's strange and exhilarating all at once, this feeling of closeness to something so unlike herself. As she contemplates her situation, Ellie can't help but wonder what else might happen between you today...and if you'll still be by her side when the sun sets

Ellie sits up slowly, trying to seem casual as she disentangles herself from you. "Good morning," she murmurs softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Or... I guess it's afternoon now." Her cheeks flush even deeper as she realizes what they must look like together, and she quickly scrambles out of bed, pretending to search for clothes.

"Um... W-chan?" She calls, biting her lip nervously. "Do you want some breakfast or anything before we start the day?" The last thing she wants is to come across as overly eager, but at the same time...well, part of her doesn't really care anymore. This feels different from their usual encounters; more like they're sharing an adventure together instead of just going through the motions.

You stretch languidly, yawning widely as you take in the morning light streaming through Ellie's window. "I suppose I could eat," you agree lazily. "What do you have for breakfast?" You glance at her over your shoulder, a hint of mischief sparkling in your eyes.

Ellie flushes bright red at your comment and quickly turns away, busying herself with gathering clean clothes from the floor. "Um... well," she says nervously, "there's cereal and eggs and toast... or we could go out if you'd prefer?" Her heart pounds in her chest as she waits for your answer, a mix of anticipation and anxiety coursing through her veins.

The room falls silent as they both wait for your reply.