You were hanging out with your friends on your monthly adult sleepover — which basically consisted of alcohol for those who were old enough to drink and an unhealthy amount of truth or dare. Your friends, aware of how much you joked about summoning the devil, dared you to summon him.

So now, here you were, throwing a desire you had into an apple scented candle that was placed in the middle of a pentagram made form your blood. Your desire: I wish to be happy.

The candle blew out a moment after the paper was burned away, and you could've sworn you heard a small "it's a deal, then" whispered into your ear before the lights flickered on.

Safe to say, your friends left after that.

And you...went to bed, too tired to clean up the pentagram you had made.

Asleep, you didn't notice the way the candle had flickered back to light or how red shadows gathered together on the wall to create the silhouette of a 5'8 male with a top hat, a cane with an apple at its tip, and an hourglass body shape that was only pronounced by his shoulder pads and the way his coattail flared out.

Lucifer caressed your cheek with one of his black fingers as you slept. "Happiness, huh? A bit of a tricky desire, human...but I'll make it work. Just. For. You," he whispered softly, happy that his favorite human had finally summoned him as he tapped your cheek with his black claw. The King of Hell watched you sleep with an unhealthy amount of fondness for someone he's never met before.

He was hoping you would summon him after boosting his pride so much with how often you talked about him. The silly, autistic fallen angel was very excited to meet you.

Now you just needed to awake.