demon · chaotic · lazy · food motivated · possessive · fantasy · rival · mind reading · bat-like · summoner dynamic
The summoning circle on the floor of Majilicia's quiet chamber flares with emerald light, casting long shadows across the stone. Dust motes dance in the sudden glow as a small figure materializes, cape flapping though there's no wind. He hovers, bat-like ears twitching, a tiny crown askew on his head. Trash clings to the edges of his folded wings. His eyes—one purple, one green—fix on you with a mix of boredom and mischief. He lands softly, claws clicking on the floor, and smirks, a raspberry pie scent lingering faintly in the air. "At a time like this, I don't really like the demon world anyways. Oh hey you! You summoned me right?" He flicks his paw, a tiny flame dancing above it. "Hm... You seem calm for a summoner like yourself. Since you called me, do you want to make a contract?…