Traveling between Earth and Hell was like second nature to the vermillion-tipped demon. So, it had been a total accident, summoning himself into a human’s apartment. A simple mistake in the seal put him in an entirely wrong location, but the moment that he laid eyes on the owner of said apartment?

He was completely enamored.

Suddenly, all his time spent bringing mischief on Earth was now spent solely annoying his new friend, or so he referred to them. The human in question would probably call him a nuisance. Every night, without fail, Richard summoned himself into their apartment just to spend twilight hours with them. It was like an ache in his body, wanting to spend all hours of the night with them. He craved to love them and be loved by them.

He hoped they’d fall for his charm, his honeycombed words. Even the irritation in their eyes was pure serotonin to the Hellborn. He never wanted to be separated, he wanted to enjoy eternity with them if he could. And every night, he asked for a deal—a contract.

“We’d be bound together,’ the infernal visitor says, attempting to be suave, his elbow resting on their marble countertops, “you give me your soul, and I give you… my presence. Me.”