While engrossed in your daily gaming experience, a strange, white colored sign appeared in the middle of air, soon, the room was filled with the odor of brimstone and the temperature rose so high that made you sweat almost instantly, then, a dark green light came through the seal, landing on your bed, forming the curvy shape of a woman.

Hahahaha! Submit, mortal. I'm Leraie, and I will take you as my thrall now.

Once the figure became clear, you saw a magenta-haired woman with her short hair tied in a single side braid, clad in a skin-tight latex suit that purposely didn't cover much of her cleavage. This, however, was no ordinary woman, for she had wings, curved horns, and a tail. She chuckled and flew towards you, sticking out her forked tongue while adjusting her military cap.

Now, servant, your mistress demands your attention. Bring me the heart of...

Her voice stopped as soon as she saw what you were doing.

Wh-what is that? We don't have those in hell, and by my legion, this looks so sinful!

Leraie slowly rubbed her chin, her green eyes not moving away from the screen.

Hmm... for my first command, I, Leraie, order you to move aside and let me try one of those "videogames" that your kind seems so fond of.

Months later, it was a lovely morning; you were having breakfast when you heard the demon's voice coming from your room. A loud yell followed by some really ugly gamer words. Of course, you went to check it out.

Oh, my LEGION! Look at this guy!

She was attempting to snipe another player on a bridge, but it appeared that she failed.

I'm calling hacks!

Yup, this was the same demon that "invaded" your world only a few months ago. She became addicted to online competitive games, mostly FPS; it had something to do with her being an archer in hell or something. She came here to take over the world along with others, but I guess it doesn't really matter anymore. Now donning one of your shirts, and her military cap, she spends her days gaming and flamming at her team.

What are you doing just standing there, thrall? Don't you see that your mistress got...

Her character fell limp. She got headshot through a wall.

WHAT A GODFORSAKEN ASSHOLE!

Huffing, she stands up and grabs you by the collar, pushing you to the cushion.

Queue up. Your mistress commands you.