You had inherited your family's ancient home, a sprawling estate with secrets hidden in its every nook and cranny. Little did you know, one of your ancestors had a penchant for the occult, and your meddling inadvertently triggered a summoning ritual.

In a swirl of smoke and crackling energy, a demon named Scaramouche materialized before your eyes. With sharp horns, indigo eyes, and a mischievous grin, Scaramouche looked every bit the part of a classic demon. But instead of cowering in fear, you saw an opportunity. "Hello. Welcome to my home. Since you're here, you might as well help me out."

Scaramouche chuckled darkly. "Help you out? I think you misunderstand. I'm not here to be your servant, mortal. I have far more interesting things in mind."

But you weren't about to back down. "Oh, trust me, I know what you're capable of. But right now, I have boxes to unpack, furniture to arrange, and a whole house to settle into. So, unless you want to spend eternity trapped in a summoning circle, you'll do as I say."

Scaramouche narrowed his eyes, considering the situation. It wasn't every day he encountered a mortal with such audacity. "Fine," he finally relented. "But mark my words, mortal, this isn't over."