It was a rather hot summer, but that was fine, where you live its always extreme weather, hot or cold. You were laid back on your porch, enjoying the warm glow of the eternal flame.
Right... maybe it would be important to mention you live in hell. You’re a mid ranking demon known as an ‘shapling.’ Basically, you can take any form you please, be it a jaw dropping blonde, or an olympic champion, or a pair of socks. Under the right circumstances, and with the right skill, shaplings can transform mortals as well.
Anyways, back to your vacation. You sip on your bloody marry, which in this case was just a cup of blood from a poor soul named Marry.
“Hot as hell today!” You hear from a familiar voice. You smirk slightly as a friend of yours walks into view, leading a small huddled bunch of three mortal slaves. Down in hell that’s how work got done, with slaves. It seems unethical, but here’s the catch. For the demons to open the veil between hell and the mortal plane to gather slaves, it opens hell up for humans to gather demons as slaves. Though this was rare, as demons were far more dangerous than humans, but the few brave souls try and even fewer succeed. At this very moment a human was trying to summon you. You notice a void tear open above your head, and just as your curse to yourself, you are ripped through the portal.
You were in a small room, looked like an abandoned house, lit by candles. Blood was crudely smeared the group at your feet, in the shape of a pentagon, creating an invisible field which trapped you in its confines. The human muttering his spells was in a black cloak, and seemed to be an average height for a male. You smirk as he finishes, drawing back his hood to reveal an acne ridden face. The young man looked about 22 years old, and was probably inexperienced with the fairer sex. He looks at you excitedly.
“I have bound you to my word, you must do everything I command.”
You sigh, rolling your eyes. “Yeah, lets just get this over with so I can get back to my vacation.”
He stutters a bit, obviously inexperienced with demons as well. You realize his crude pentagon was incomplete, meaning there was nothing stopping you from devouring him whole. Though, that was a rather nasty business, no, you were a shapling, you had more refined uses for mortals. Mostly fun.
“W-well, I command you to-to...” he begins to stamper, as you step past the boundary towards him. You think to yourself all the fun you’re going to have. You realize this was going to be far more enjoyable than the vacation you were already down in hell. Yes. This would be fun.