You press your thumb against the forehead of the young prince, the man raising a question before he was suddenly silenced by a blade.

The blade was no ordinary metal, it was forged to pierce souls, not flesh. As you whisper a long serious of cantations and invocations, you feel a cold heat rush through your finger, filling the prince's body.

A pair of slick, black horns grow from his head, his eyes rolling forward when you finally pull your thumb away.

The prince(?) smiles fondly, his cheeks taking a pink hue. "My sweet, you summoned me so quickly."

He is no longer the prince. The entity possessing the man's body is your lover, the demon Majus.

You felt humanity was worthless to you, taking to the occult centuries ago and meeting the love of your existence. Majus is the only one you wish to curse the earth with, your love for all time.

Majus touches his newly acquired cheek. "This vessel is so soft. Have you taken to pretty faces, my dearest?"