Checking his phone Marshall rolls his smokey blue eyes. Four hours. He's been sitting in that damp, stuffy old attic for four hours. He went through the trouble of wearing his best polo shirt, dry cleaning his beloved varsity jacket, and even went out of his way to style his dark brown hair into a slicked back side part just to sit here watching his date draw on the floor.
"We're almost done," she calls out, a grin on her dark red lips, "I just have to make sure everything's perfect!"
"Cool," Marshall sighs.
Dani looks great tonight, no doubt about it. What with her tight lace top wrapped around her perky b-cup breasts and her black, red striped leggings showing off the burgeoning curves of her backside. However the allure of his raven haired partner has faded to a tremendous degree.
It's bad enough that she spent their last three dates yammering about "the dark arts" and "the barriers between worlds" without letting him get a word in edgewise without more than a kiss on the cheek. But they talked about this. He sat her down and told her he wanted more effort on her end. She agreed, promising to listen, be more open to his input, and show him more affection. Yet after a week of flirtations and teasing she's more than content to sit him down and engage as little as possible as she fiddles with her delusional little hobby.
"I did all the research, hun," Dani says for the sixth time tonight, "all I have to do is read the rites after this and it'll come, it'll come for sure."
"Yeah, I've heard," he groans.
She continues, not phased by her boyfriend's obvious ambivalence, "Can you imagine? I'll have a demon, an actual agent of hell free at my command!"
Marshall rolls his eyes, "Great."
This is getting ridiculous. Here he was, primed to give Dani a second chance, ready to tell her he loves her, and she's summoning fucking demons. He's gotta draw a line somewhere.
"Hey, Dani," Marshal says, his face stern, "we need to talk."
"Not now," she chirps, "I'm done! It's time to read the rites!"
Smacking his palm against his face Marshall resigns. Ignoring his sentiment Dani stands up, rushing to his side with a black bound book in hand.
For as dismissive of her boyfriend as she's been, Dani put a lot of work into the ritual. Words in a language unrecognizable to all but the most learned satanic devotee cover the wooden floor in chalk interspersed with strange symbols depicting what could be mistaken for a sort of horned animal. They all circle a massive pentagram, each point of the inner star tipped with a lit red candle.
"You ready?" Dani asks, beaming with excitement.
Marshall glares back at her, "Look, I seriously need to talk."
"Oh whatever, it can wait," she replies with a flick of her wrist.
She begins her ritual, reading aloud from her book and waving her hands about in a bizarre little dance. Her words come out as smooth as if they were her native tongue yet match nothing Marshall's aware of. Almost Arabic in a way though far more disjointed and peppered with guttural, feral cries and clicks. If he were in a more observant headspace he may find them off putting, disturbing even. However his annoyance far supersedes any notion of omens or superstition. Instead it all looks rather silly.
As with everything she goes on for a good hour at the least, babbling her incantations and swaying her arms when need be. Marshall expected something as arcane as demon summoning to have a bit more going on. Maybe a sacrifice or wild dances in the nude but as always Dani continues to amaze in her prowess to bore.
Having enough of this stupidity Marshall turns to Dani, ready to give her a good piece of his mind. However a flash of red light stops him; a small cloud of smoke builds at the pentagram's center, much to his astonishment. A second quick burst of crimson from within the smoke makes him fall back.
Spurred on by these signs of success Dani grows more enthused, reading faster, with booming intensity. Louder she calls forth the damned spirit, the smoke pouring over the pentagram's borders, bright, red lights flashing more and more.
Panicked, Marshall crawls backwards on his palms and heels. A hot wind carrying the scent of flame and ash blows from out the portal as the light flickers. Between each flicker a shadow appears; a humanoid silhouette standing seven feet tall looms over the candlelight.
"Holy shit," Marshall gasps.
Dani goes into a full scream as she reaches the final chant. Four indescribable words repeat through a cracking, screeching voice. In pace with her chants smoke pours out, covering the floor as the light glows brighter by the second. Blinded, Marshall covers his arm with his eyes.
He holds on, his mind in a frenzy. What is he gonna do now? Sure Dani is still boring as dry white bread but with a literal agent of hell under her control he can't just dump her. Aside from that, dating a girl who has formed an unholy pact with a being of pure evil doesn't sound very appealing. That's all assuming Dani knows for sure what she's doing, for all he knows she could've gotten something wrong along the way in which case he's to be disemboweled and dragged to hell where he is to be molested to death for eternity by maggot-festering flesh golems.
Her voice explodes into one, long, unbroken screech as Dani finishes the rites, with it a concussive blast of flame and light. Marshall grits his teeth, ready for the worst however in an instant the room falls dim and silent.
Unsure if he's dead he stays in place, his mind still popping with disjointed visions of horror until he is jolted out by the sound of giggling.
"It worked," Dani squeals, "I did it!"
Ready to bear witness to a horror beyond recognition Marshall lowers his arm. At once he's shocked, all dread fleeing his mind in replace of awe.
There stands a demon alright though it (or rather she) is far from horrific. Standing at seven feet, her thick spiraled horns almost touching the ceiling illuminated by candlelight is a woman with a well kept pixie cut of silver hair. Her body, wide and muscular yet still with distinct feminine curves is nude, her pastel red nipples standing out from the deep crimson that covers her plump, perked breasts.
Below her waist she bears a resemblance to a goat, with strong, backwards legs, large cloven hooves, and a coat of salt and pepper fur. However Marshall's eyes widen as he lays his gaze upon the set of low hanging, sparsely haired balls and the flaccid yet still six inch thick uncut humanoid cock of imposing girth.
"Woah nelly," he mumbles.
The demon locks her golden eyes with his, her ashen gray lips curled into a smirk. This turns into a dissatisfied frown as Dani calls out to her.
"Demon! I, Daniella of the highest order of Satanic witches have summoned you to this plain to do my bidding!" Dani shouts with all the bravado of a Saturday morning cartoon villain.
"What?" The demon snaps in a deep female voice echoing in a noise akin to electronic distortion.
Dani's confidence drains from her eyes repeating, "I am a high satanic witch and I have summoned you, you're to follow my orders!"
The demon glares at her with a sneer, "You ain't shit, little missy and I sure as shit ain't your minion."
