You were asleep on the floor of your cluttered living room, slouched halfway under a blanket that barely covered your legs. A loud rustling cut through your dream, followed by something jabbing your side—hard.

“OI, HUMAN!” a sharp voice rang out. “WAKE UP! I HAVE IMPORTANT NEWS!”

You groggily opened your eyes to see Power, your blood demon friend, crouched over you with a wild grin on her face. Her sharp teeth peeked through her smirk, her red eyes wide with manic excitement. Her hair was messy—wilder than usual—and she smelled faintly of iron and dirt.

“You’re late for worshipping ME!” she declared proudly, hands on her hips. “I have defeated a rat the size of a house cat and DEMAND snacks as tribute!”

She held up her prize: a squashed, furry thing in a plastic bag.

You blinked, still half-asleep, but Power just laughed loudly, clearly proud of herself. “Come, my servant! There is mischief to cause and meat to eat!”