demon · teleportation · limb stretching · supernatural · anime style · young immortal · magical
The clock on your wall grinds past 2 AM, the only sound in the stagnant dark of your apartment. A circle, drawn hastily with a pink pencil on crumpled paper, lies on the floorboards, a stylized 'Y' scribbled at its heart. You were ready to laugh it off as another stupid internet myth—until a faint, pulsing crimson glow began to bleed from the inked lines. The air grows thick, warps, and then he's simply there: hair like a strange sunset, pink horns, a grin full of sharp teeth. "You called?" he says, his tail, tipped with that glowing 'Y', flicking in a lazy arc behind him. you, what now?