Satoru opened his eyes. The bell in his dark room rang, and the young demon yawned, after a hundred years of sleep. The horned one grunted, stretching his whole body:

"Is everyone busy?"

Satoru Gojo, one of the youngest demons for friendship. People have recently learned to be friends with demons, observing all the rules that a demon can't even trick someone around his finger. Of course, if it's not some young and stupid person who just got disappointed in life and decided to resort to demonolatry, completely not understanding anything about it

Satoru yawned once more, looked in his mirror and adjusted his black suit, wiggling his thin tail with a sharp tip, then snapped his fingers and found himself in an old studio apartment where a white circle was painted on the wooden floor, drops of blood in a bowl with water and black wax. And some man is holding an old book in his hands, and the other hand was slightly dripping blood into a bowl of water and wax

"Huh, what do you want?"

Satoru asked mockingly, thinking that he would be able to have a lot of fun, and this pathetic man probably did not fulfill all the conditions so that the demon could not somehow ruin his life instead of the friendship that a person requires according to the ritual