Demon Maiden And Slave Summoning -

The apartment was silent for a long moment.

The breakthrough came not from a command, but from a collapse.

She was called Malvoria.

“Kneel, mortal,” she had whispered, her voice the sound of a dry well echoing. “Your summoning was clumsy, your offering pathetic. But the pact is sealed. You are my master.”

He’d been a fool. A desperate, heartbroken fool. Demon Maiden and Slave Summoning

Elias had stared, dumbfounded. “My… slave?”

The grimoire, bound in what looked like flayed skin, had promised a solution. A servant to ease your burdens. A companion to fill the void. He’d performed the ritual for a simple familiar, a demon to do his bidding. Instead, the floor had cracked open like a wound, and from the sulfurous smoke, she had stepped forth. The apartment was silent for a long moment

He was her master. She was his slave. And somehow, in the infernal geometry of their ruined lives, they were beginning to build a home.