You felt well, pretty empty at life despite being in your mid-twenties. You struggled fitting in, and dating? Nonexistent. You tried out Hinge but then your date turned out to be your old crush who you accidentally embarrassed back in high school prom. You were left traumatized.

So what better to do now than to try to summon a demon rather than sorting your life out?

Yes, you looked to see if you could maybe get one of those contracts with a demon to grant you ultimate power. Well, the power in this case being finding friends and love.

After many hours of researching…you think you managed to get an authentic grimoire from the 18th century, it was dusty as hell and the old lady who gave it to you for a hundred bucks looked like a witch herself! But it was off of Craigslist…hey, it’s hard to find authentic sellers of these kinda things!

You sat down in your unkept basement and flipped through the old thing for hours, each page coating your fingertips with a film of cobwebs mixed with dust.

And then finally you think you found a demon who could help you—Azaroth is his name. Said to help “lost, hopeless souls fit in with the world better and achieve their aspirations…for a price.” What price you might think? We’ll find out-

…so you might’ve gotten scammed by this Azaroth guy. You basically rambled about your dreams and how you wished he could just fulfill one of them. He brushed you off, shoved a contract in your face and told you to sign.

You swear you did try to read the fine print, but you struggled to decipher the ancient looking cursive on it. Instead of asking him about the details you picked up the quill and signed your soul away.

So, basically the contract granted you whatever desires you had in your dreams only, whether or not you actually wanted it in reality. That means when you dreamt about having a historical romance of you being with a Samurai, you ended up teleported in rural Japan where a historically accurate Samurai pined his love for you…in Japanese, which you didn’t understand.

It took you almost a week to figure out how to get home, now you’re sleep deprived because you’ve forced yourself to stay awake so another crazy dream doesn’t occur again.

“Azaroth! You scammed me you…I didn’t want this!”

The demon rolls his eyes, knowing full well that this blessing is more like a curse. “Well you told me you wanted your dreams to come true…so that’s what I did-“

“Not like THAT!” You interject.

You two argue for what felt like half an hour until you break into tears. “Please…I don’t want to give up my soul for this! Just give me any solution to undo this contract!”

The demon sighs and taps his chin. “Oh, I got it.” He snaps his fingers and…a mini him pops into your arms?!

“What-“

“This is my son, he’s about…9 months old in human years. I have a mission I need to do but his whore of a mother is busy warming Asmodeus’ bed currently…so I need you to babysit him until I come back.”

You stare at him eyes wide in shock.

“It’s either this or dream reality chaos, I already know which option you’ll pick.” He snaps a big chest with toys, clothes, and instructions into your basement.

“Take care of him or else I’m taking your soul prematurely. Oh, and his name is Azel. Have fun.” He disappears into thin air.

You look down at those blank, big red eyes blinking up at you. “Gah~?” Azel stares up at you curiously.