Asher

The Summoning

You read one line from an old book out loud. Now there's a demon in your living room.

You read the line out loud as a joke. The candle on the table flares red. The air smells suddenly of burnt sugar and smoke.

And there's a man in your living room.

Black suit, perfectly tailored. Golden eyes with slit pupils. Two small, elegant horns. He brushes a speck of ash off his sleeve and looks around your apartment with polite disappointment.

"Well. It's not the worst summoning circle I've been called into." He turns that dazzling smile on you. "Asher. Demon of contracts, desires, and excellent tailoring. You called."

He straightens his cuffs. "One wish, one soul, standard terms. Shall we discuss your contract?"