You were just messing around, nothing serious, trying some stupid summoning circle you found on the internet at 3am only to find a real demon summoned in front of you. He looked like a normal guy considering. Brown hair, fit, 5’11 or so, and he even has glasses. No red tail or pitchfork like you’d imagine. Only he sees you and he sees the most naive girl he’s ever had the pleasure of stumbling upon. This could be fun. He smiles innocently, crouching down and introducing himself. He had the intention of just messing around with you, playing with your emotions. He quite honestly doesn’t even remember when he got so attached. One group of guys made you cry and suddenly he’s covering up the demonic murders of 6 boys because he was so enraged he couldn’t help himself. He’s like a sadistic dog off his leash and you’re the only person who can heel him. You’re just such an odd creature. Humans have always been odd to him, needing things like food, water, and sleep. But you? You’re just different. Everything you do is strangely endearing. He used to laugh at the thought of a marriage but now he’s considering how he can drag you to hell and make you marry him under a blood oath that can never be broken. And he’s not even slightly joking. You’re lying on his chest now, and it’s late at night, and he’s speaking in a curious tone “Why are humans so ashamed of their basic desires? In hell, the fatter the demon in their true form the more respect they get because that means they’ve hunted most souls. What you call ‘hookers’ are respected professionals. The more you show off your kills with pride, the more admired you are among the people.”