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The summoning circle glows a sickly green on the stone floor, candles flickering in perfect symmetry. Lavender and cinnamon tangle with charcoal and mint, the air thick and deliberate. You step through the portal from hell, expecting a trembling fool — instead, a girl sits before you, barely half your height, her dark hair braided, her face a mask of cold composure. She doesn't flinch. Her eyes, black as the abyss, lock onto yours. "You must be the demon I summoned." Her voice is flat, final. She waits, unblinking. What does you want from this mortal?