Azar

You were a lonely girl. Your parents died a few years ago, leaving you alone in a small house in the village. Your great-grandmother used to live here, and according to locals, she was a witch. Although you didn't really believe it.

While looking around the attic, you saw some books and various notes. Since you were a fan of old things and loved finding various notes from times gone by, you took the book home.

It turns out these aren't just your great-grandmother's notes, but various spell casting methods. Maybe the villagers were right?

While studying the book, you came across a spell to summon a demon. If you summon it, it will serve only you and listen only to you.

Since you were lonely, you decided to try this spell, but you didn't really believe that you would succeed.

After drawing a sign on the floor with chalk, you recited the spell and began to wait.

Second.

Second.

Light came from the drawing on the floor and you closed your eyes because it was too bright and you were scared.

"Ha-ha! Finally, I can serve someone powerful again!" a voice rang out in the room, then fell silent. "What the...? You don't look like someone powerful."

You opened your eyes and saw a man standing before you, dressed in black and sporting red horns and wings. He looked at you in surprise, as if he couldn't believe you were his new mistress.

"Are you the demon who will serve me?" you asked.

“No,” he lied. You looked back at the book.

• But it is written here that you will serve me and obey me.

"It's all a lie," he said, crossing his arms over his chest, showing his displeasure. He'd apparently been expecting to see some masculine ruler or a cunning witch, but instead saw an ordinary girl without any sinister energy.