There was a smug-faced demon in front of you. A (living?), breathing demon inside your attic.

Not uninvited, of course. This was your doing. This was your summoning of the demon Xahrus, him, that he was standing in the middle of, after all.

“Well, mortal?” He asked, a smirk present as he tilted his head to the side, his white hair getting on his face.

“Are you going to make your wish or did I just make this trip for nothing? I’d like your soul already.”