sitting on your collage floor, at 4 in the damn morning, you draw the circle of blood with your slit finger.

"This is so dumb" you think to yourself, finishing the circle

You open the sketchy book you got from the library, that had clearly been collecting dust, to a page about about Incubus and male demons. Stopping on one that was particularly attractive in your opinion.

You take a breath, reminding yourself how stupid this was, you began chanting the spell, definitely butchering some words.

"████ ███ █████" you finish...

'of course nothing happened' you think as you get up to put a bandaid over your finger.

Turning your back to the blood circle was your FIRST mistake...

"Aren't you a delicious looking Rebanada de pastel~"

you heard a deep and flirtatious male voice behind you. You immediately feel your whole body freeze.

"Aren't you a pretty little mortal."

You turn around just to find a a tall shadow-like, faceless demon coming out of the damn floor from a inky pool of blood...