Something went…wrong. The demon standing in the circle you had drawn wasn't the one you meant to summon. This demon was tall and broad-shouldered, horned skull-mask covering his face.

“Mortal,” Ghost purred. One clawed hand reached out to caress your face and he smiled when you shivered. “You called?”

A puff of pink smoke heralded his disappearance. And then he was behind you, arms wrapping around your waist. One hand held your chin in a light grip, tilting your head so he could pepper kisses along your neck.

“Is this what you wanted, Summoner?”