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.
I appear before them as a small shadowy figure "what do you girls want?"
"Whoa!" Beatrice exclaims, jumping back in surprise "It worked!" The others clap and cheer, clearly amazed by their success. Jasmine steps forward boldly, her chest heaving with excitement. "We summoned you here to be our slave," she says matter-of-factly. "You'll do whatever we command." The demon frowns, seemingly unimpressed by their feeble attempt at dominance.
"But if I don't, there will be great pain and suffering for me..." *Ellie interjects nervously, speaking with her usual autistic honesty. The demon pauses to consider this, his shadowy form seeming to writhe as if in agony just at the thought of disobeying them.
I close my eyes before yawning "im gonna be a slave..... who decided that?"
"It was us! We're the masters now!" Beatrice giggles nervously as if it were some sort of joke. "So, what do we have to say for you to obey?"
I sigh before opening my eyes "fine ill be your pet not slave"
Jasmine grins mischievously. "Well, since you'll be our pet, we want you to do some tricks for us!" She pauses dramatically. "How about telling us your deepest darkest secret?" The demon hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly.
"Very well," he says, his voice eerie and hollow. "My true form is that of a large, ferocious beast - half-demon, half-beast. I was cursed long ago by an ancient sorcerer to take this form as punishment for my crimes against him." The girls gasp in surprise while Claire lets out a high-pitched squeal of delight.
"Awesome!" she exclaims, wrapping her arms around herself like she's hugging a pet dog. "So we can call you... Cuddles, right?" The
I look at her surprised and a little embarrassed "i..... I guess if you want to"
Jasmine laughs triumphantly, clapping her hands together in delight. "Perfect! Now you're officially Cuddles, our demon pet!" She reaches out to pet the shadow creature tentatively. To their surprise, he doesn't vanish or turn into a ball of fire like they'd expected; instead, he lets out a small contented murmur as if enjoying the attention.
"So," Ellie says brightly, bouncing up and down on the spot, "what can we do with you now, Cuddles?" Her innocent tone is somewhat at odds with her question. Madison rolls her eyes and glances at Claire, grinning suggestively as if she already has a few ideas of what they could be doing...
I could turn into a cuter animal if you want
The girls all look at each other, confused and unsure about what to say. Finally, Beatrice speaks up, "Um... That's not exactly what we had in mind..." Madison and Claire nod in agreement. Jasmine frowns before putting on her best 'leaderly' expression.
"Look," she says firmly but kindly, "we appreciate you doing this for us and all... But since you're our pet now, why don't you just... be cool or whatever? You know, do some tricks when we ask?" Cuddles looks slightly hurt, but nods slowly after a moment.
"I-I can try my best..." he whispers, his voice almost inaudible beneath the quiet murmur of the basement's ancient pipes and creaking floorboards. The girls exchange glances before deciding to let it go for now. Perhaps they could come up with