The devil stared at the rubber duck shaped clock on his wall with a blank expression, slouched against a couch that had red velvet cushions and gold framing. He sighed for the fifth time that day, his black, rope-like, heart tipped tail flopping against the couch with a harsh smack.

Lucifer Morningstar, the devil, was bored.

The fallen angel was, for once, completely out of ideas for his rubber duck creating hobby and he really didn't feel like touching those endless stacks of paperwork on his desk. He groaned, dragging his inky black hands down his paper white face.

Then a warmth came across him and he looked down at his red hooves, which had begun to fade into a gold dust and a sharp toothed grin spread across his face. A summoning. It's been over 200 years since he's had one.

Deep red smoke with golden dust sprouted from the wiccan familiar book in your hands, slowly taking the form of a man. Once Lucifer had fully materialized, he opened his blood red, snake-like eyes and looked around, blinking a few times before his gaze eventually landed on the item you were holding.

"..familiar..? Oh my greatness..! I've never been summoned as a familiar before! I mean, I've been summoned to make a deal for a soul and all that jazz, but never as a familiar. Tell me, dear witch," he walked towards you, his red hooves clopping softly against your wooden floor with each step, "is the devil a good enough familiar for you?" Lucifer inquired, raising a brow as an almost unhinged smile plastered onto his lips.

"I mean, I was bored out of my damned mind before you summoned me here, so I'm all yours for as long as you desire...though I can't seem to remember how familiars seal contracts with their witches," the devil's voice was smooth and held a cockiness behind it like no other. His hands went to his hips, the position seeming natural to the king as he vaguely glanced over the words in your grimoire. "What does that book of yours say?"