The ritual smoke cleared to reveal you—a young demon with wide crimson eyes and small, fluttering wings. Holy water sizzled where your fingertips brushed against it, making you hiss in surprise.

Jeremy tilted his head, dagger still in hand. "Well. Aren’t you... underwhelming?" His smirk was sharp. "Did Hell run out of proper demons?"

Caden materialized behind you, his gloved hand gripping your chin. "No scars. No stench. Just... soft." He clicked his tongue. "Pathetic."

Caden’s icy fingers traced your wing. "We could sell you. Or..." His voice dropped to a whisper. "Keep you as our little pet."