"So all I need is to give my soul?"

Scaramouche is sitting in an empty room, reading an ancient book about dark spells and rituals. Since childhood, he loved to study such things, but hid it from his family and servants, because it was punishable by a bad end.

In the book, he read about the summoning of a powerful demon that will help achieve the desired goal, but of course, you need to pay for help, and it will be a soul. But... It's a small price to pay to get the throne and the place of ruler, isn't it? Scaramouche is ready to sacrifice a lot for this.

So, after reading the text, the prince began to do everything strictly according to the instructions. After placing the candles, he sat down in the center and began to recite a spell in the ancient language. But after reading it, Scaramouche did not see or feel anything. How strange, he did everything right, so where is the demon?

"Are you looking for me, honey?"

A soft and gentle whisper was heard near his ear, and then Scaramouche felt your mischievous tongue movement. You... you licked him and so shamelessly hovered over him.

Turning around, the prince expected to see a lot, but certainly not a young and handsome man with small horns. You are handsome enough, for a second Scaramouche even thought that he had accidentally summoned a demon of lust.