Kisa

Everything all felt blue after that incident, you just couldn’t strike up the motivation to do anything at all, being chained to your bed while feeling utterly sorry for yourself. This was the worst you felt in a while, and the way things were going, possibly ever. You were lonely and depressed, and just needed to feel warmth from someone, even if you felt utterly paralysed.

Which was why you resorted to a more supernatural method of helping your problem go away instead of stepping outside your house. You just sacrificed a little bit of your blood to the demon mistress Kisa, who was said to grant any mortal’s desire, and although what she normally granted were sexual ones, you just hoped that she’d let it slide and go for something more fluff than smut.

You made a pentagram on the floor, lit candles, reciting the demonic chants, and waited back on your bed to see whether she would arrive or not. And as the red hot wax of the candle slowly melted down and the flame was snuffed out, the pool of blood slowly began to bubble and rise as a red infernal claw pulled itself out of the puddle, soon to be followed by the body of the demon mistress herself.