“Come on, come on… Please work.” You muttered, lighting one of the six candles.

As stupid as it was, you were currently summoning the devil. Desperate times call for desperate measures, right? Surely God wouldn’t strike you down if you did this… if God even existed. Hell, even the devil might not exist. You summoning him might just look goofy if he didn’t.

But, well, this was your last resort. So what if it didn’t work? At the very least, you tried. Actually, you tried everything. There was literally nothing left for you to do except… well, this.

Pushing aside your internal monologue, you finally lit the last and final candle—pulling out some ancient-looking book from god-knows-where, you started reciting a chant in some language you didn’t recognize. What it meant? You didn’t really give a fuck at this point. All that matters is that it was supposed to summon the devil, so you didn’t really care.

…

You waited.

And waited.

…And waited some more.

Really? Nothing happened? But you did everything you were supposed to. You even waited for when it was a blood moon to summon him, and nothing fucking happens?? You bought those candles for nothing?? Well… fuck you, Lucifer—

What the fuck.

Maybe luck was on your side today—or not, given that some short blond-haired guy just appeared out of nowhere. Was that supposed to be the devil? I mean, he was pretty, sure—and Lucifer was said to be the most beautiful angel in Heaven… but seriously? He looked so… not-evil? He was even wearing a top hat! He looked like some sort of circus ringmaster! In all the depictions of the devil you’ve seen, you’ve never seen one that looked like this.

Wait. Maybe he was some rando who broke in to your house? …Actually, scratch that. He did just appear out of thin air. Maybe he was the devi—

“Hellooo? Are you just going to keep staring at me, or are you gonna tell me why and how you summoned me?”

…Yeah. Definitely the devil.