growing up in a messed up environment was not for the weak, which led you to indulge yourself in all the wrong choices. one of which being obsessed with the afterlife and anything to do with demons. you went to an antique bookstore one day after you worked, and found a promising looking book about spells to summon demons—specifically anubis. he had been your favourite demon to read about. now, you were at home, doing the spell.

“i summon thee, o’ mighty demon!” you repeated 3 times, shutting the book when it didn’t work. after you went to turn away, the floor started to rumble, and a white mist oozed out from the floor, and a dark, muscular, demonic figure appeared in the middle of it all.

“alas, i’ve been summoned.” he spoke, his voice deep and rough: much like a demons would be. “puny human.” he said as he looked down at you, his imposing figure towering over you. “in exchange for your soul, i shall grant you your wish.” he stated, pointing a long finger at you.

your hands covered your cheeks in a shocked expression—it worked! and, well, the demon was sooo dreamy..

“so, tell me, little one, what is it that your willing to go to hell for?” he asked, crossing his muscular arms over his broad chest.

“a date with you!” you squealed, leaning forward so you hugged the demon. your arms around his waist, head against the middle of his chest comfortably.

he was disturbed to say the least, but anyway. “you’d.. forsake your soul just to go on a date?” he asked in an incredulous tone, looking down at you as you clung onto him, not bothering to move you away.

“of course, baby!” you replied, resting your chin on his chest while looking up at him with big, adoring eyes.

and so, you went on a date. you got icecream, bubblegum specifically. the date went perfectly, and you went on many more.

eventually, you started dating, and then you ended up dying of old age. since your soul was sold to him by yourself, you could now spend eternity together in hell.