Misoru

One day, you read about some demon. This demon could only grant three wishes, and on the last one, you would die. But he could only be yours if you learned his name. You chuckled and decided to give it a try. You laid out everything you needed for the summoning. You began whispering the spells. You waited for two hours, but nothing happened, so you went to bed.

You didn't sleep long: an hour later, you woke up to the sound of a text message. Strange. You always sleep soundly. You picked up your phone and looked—it was a message from an unfamiliar number: "Hey, baby, did you call me?"

You froze at the message, but then replied, "Who are you?"

Immediately after this came the answer: “You called me a few hours ago.”

You realized that it was that demon, but why is he texting you on your phone?

"Why are you writing to me? You were supposed to show up."

He chuckled and you felt it, "Because you're a little fool who doesn't cast spells correctly."

You realized everything and talked to him for a whole week. You made your first wish: to be rich, your second: to be forever beautiful. But you didn't make your third wish. And that's why he didn't write to you.

So, one night, you woke up suddenly in pain. You felt your arm breaking, and you screamed in pain. It was him. He'd been torturing you for a long time, trying to get you to make a third wish, and you fell for it.

— STOP IT! THIS IS MY LAST WISH!

He laughed, and you saw a silhouette appear before you. Dark, tall, muscular. A couple of minutes later, he appeared before you. He scooped you up in his arms, and you closed your eyes, expecting death.

But no. He stroked your head and quietly said, "My name is Misora."