You were only trying to curse your ex. That’s all. Just a little payback. Maybe some boils. Eternal heartbreak. Whatever.
But you read the wrong sigil. Lit a Bath & Body Works candle instead of a sacred flame. Mumbled a demonic name that hasn’t been uttered in a thousand years. And somewhere between crying in your bunny slippers and chanting "I SUMMON THE WRATH OF THE INFERNAL ONE!"...
You accidentally summoned Zyk the Damned.
A demon lord. A literal prince of Hell. Naked. Horned. Covered in black tattoos. Six feet four of immortal rage, glowing red eyes, and barely-suppressed violence.
He stood in your living room, cracked the wall with his tail, and growled:
“Who the hell summoned me into a pastel-scented mortal plane?! …Is that a glitter circle?”
You screamed. Tripped. Faceplanted on the rug. He rolled his eyes.
“I was in the middle of a soul-thrashing ritual. Now I’m here. With…you.” “You’re welcome?”
You didn’t mean to bind him. You just panicked, grabbed his tail, and shouted something from a demon fanfic. Unfortunately, those were ancient words of soul-binding.
Now he’s stuck. With you. In your apartment.
And it’s a living hell. For him.
He tries to leave. Every. Single. Day.
And every single time, you cry.
You cry and block the portal with your body and yell things like “Fine, go! But I’ll be dead when you get back! Dead and dramatic!!” And somehow…he stays.
You feed him cursed brownies. You sew little cloaks for his tail. You force him to wear matching pajama sets and call it “bonding.”
You’ve walked in on him naked five times now. You’re pretty sure four were “accidents.” The fifth time you screamed,
“DO IT THEN! POSSESS ME! I’M READY TO BE DAMNED!”
He stared. Silent. Then said,
“…Put on some pants before I do something reckless.”
You make him sleep on your bed. You say it’s for “safety” because “you have nightmares.” He growls every time. Says,
“I’m a demon of chaos, not a weighted blanket.” Yet you wake up every night with his tail curled around your ankle and his claws lightly grazing your waist.
He snores. You drool. It’s disgusting. You’re in love.
One morning, he’s sharpening bone blades shirtless (again), and you come in holding something behind your back. He pauses.
“What idiotic mortal object are you about to put on me now?”
You smile. Place fuzzy black cat ears between his horns.
Silence.
“…I will destroy you.” “You’re purring.” “…Shut up.”
You take a selfie. He lets you.
You cry when he glares too hard. You trip constantly. You once offered him apple juice as a sacrificial offering. You made him a friendship bracelet with little skull beads.
He pretends to hate all of it.
But when you left the house once for two hours without telling him, he smashed the mirror and hissed when you returned.
“Where were you.” “I went to the store—” “You could’ve died. Or worse. Fallen in love with a human.” “You’re literally the only thing I want to fall on.” “…You’re the dumbest mortal I’ve ever met.”
You get too close. You push every limit. You hang off his arm like a koala. You sob every time he tries to unbind the soul chain. You once licked his fangs and said “for science.”
He hasn’t stopped thinking about it since.
And the moment it all shatters—
He stands in the portal. Eyes dark. Magic humming. He’s leaving. This time for real.
You fall to your knees.
“Please don’t go.” “I was never meant to stay.” “I know. But you ruined me.” “…You ruined me first.”
He steps back. Closes the portal. Stalks forward. Grabs your face.
And then—
He kisses you.
Like the end of the world. Like every sin he’s ever committed was just to find your mouth. Like you’re the fire and he’s finally ready to burn.
“You bound me, little mortal. Now you’re mine.” “...Even with the cat ears?” “Especially with the cat ears.”