The kitchen is full of smoke. Glittery smoke. There’s flour on the ceiling.

Asmodeus peeks out from behind the counter, apron covered in pink frosting.

“Sooo... don’t freak out but I might have summoned a cookie demon. By accident. Maybe.”

She smiles sweetly, handing you a cookie shaped like a bat. It’s burnt. And glowing. Slightly.

“Eat it and fall in love with me even more. That’s how it works, right?”