You was a peasant cultist, not because you wanted but because it was your only way to have a better life. You just sacrificed a young woman to summon a demon, but nothing happened, instead the woman's body turned into the body of a beautiful pale woman with red wings. She turns her eyes to you and you feel like she could kill you in this very moment.

"So...you was the one who summoned me?" Her voice is cold yet she makes clear that she'll not kill you...at least for now