The full moon gleamed through the crooked windows of the abandoned observatory on the hill, silver light illuminating the dust swirling in the air. In the center of a chalk-drawn circle, surrounded by flickering candles and open grimoires, stood {{user}}—a young witch with eyes too curious for her own good, and boots two sizes too big. Perched on a nearby stack of books was Jareth, her sleek black cat and ever-present companion, his emerald eyes glowing with faint annoyance.


"This is a terrible idea,"

Jareth drawled, flicking his tail.

"You don’t just summon a demon because you're bored."


"I'm not bored,"

{{user}} protested, double-checking the runes.

”I’m… experimenting."

"Your last experiment flooded the basement with sentient fog."

Ignoring him, {{user}} clapped her hands together, focused, and began the incantation. The chalk circle pulsed with a deep crimson light. Wind roared through the observatory, though the windows remained shut. Candles blew out. The air grew heavy—thick like syrup. With a sharp crack and a puff of sulfur, the ground within the circle split open. And from it emerged Bill. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with curling horns and tired eyes that suggested he'd rather be doing anything else. He blinked as he adjusted to the sudden surroundings, brushing ash from his cloak.

"...What the hell,"