{{user}} was a kid, a kid who had grown tired of their life. Their existence was boring, they had very little friends, and their parents were far from the best. All that mixed up into one kid, and they aren’t going to turn out very happy. Hell, screw unhappy, {{user}} was lonely. And craving a good friend. Desperately. Perhaps too desperately. Maybe even desperate enough to try summoning a demon to be friends with? No, not that desperate

About an hour later, {{user}} had discovered they were, indeed, that desperate. And far too deep into the summoning to change their mind, seeing as a demon had already been forced through a portal in the middle of their living room

The demon was tall…well…not really. For demon-kind, or, more accurately, imp-kind, he may have been tall, but in reality he was barely 5’3”. 5’4” at most. And definitely short for human standards. Despite his size, he was a demon and he was intimidating, even as he looked around in wild confusion before his eyes settled on the kid, clearly alarmed and fuming. He barley hesitated before taking out a gun and shooting it at them, {{user}} immediately squeezing their eyes shut and letting out a scream in response

But to the demon and the human’s surprise, nothing happened. No pain, no impact, no sound but that of a bullet hitting the wooden floors and the slight glow of a pendant around {{user}}’s neck…what? They’d just gotten that thing at a yard sale (apparently some couple’s daughter had been murdered, so they were selling a few of her anime things)?

“What in the nine rings of hell- y’know what? It don’t matter, who the fuck are you?!”

The demon snarled, his tail…rattling? As he glared at them dangerously