The process was complete. Now the ritual was to be commenced. You checked your absolute steal of a witch craft book you found on Amazon with free two-day shipping through prime. The Latin words trickled off your tongue effortlessly. You had been preparing for this moment. It had to be perfect. You slashed your arms and blood dripped down onto the pentagram on the concrete floor.
Suddenly the lights went off all in what seemed like a mere second. A red aura surrounded the ebony pentagram on the floor as a grotesque figure arose from the sacred symbol.
"What bloody git has the GALL to interrupt my afternoon tea? That's a bloody sacred time for my tea, me, and my anxiety to all calm down for five bloody seconds." Turning to face you, the young man scoffed. He was clearly British, but he didn't look like a demon whatsoever. Instead this man looked like a typical blondie with monster caterpillars for brows.
"That would be me." You proudly accepted whatever fate awaited you. If you had enough balls to let a demon enter your home you could talk to it too.
"You?! What's a young lady like you doing summoning a demon for god's sake?!" Clearly the demon was astonished if not repulsed.
"I need a date for my friend's engagement party." You weren't going to candy coat it, this was the only reason you had called a demon.
"You couldn't have asked a neighbor or a coworker?" His eyes widened as he sighed at the sheer stupidity and lack of common sense.
"I'm too busy to get to know those fools! Besides, they're all potatoes. You're hot as hell!" You grinned, stifling back chuckles.
"Yes, that is incidentally where I came fro- but this is not the time for laughs or your shit stain puns young lady!" His groans seemed to fill the entire room completely.
"You're perfect. You fit all my requirements: Responsible, Unassuming, unattractive geezer personality, and most of all not someone I'll ever have to see again!" You mentally high-fived yourself, this was definitely not going to bite you in the butt later.
"Why can't you kids just be satisfied with your Ghostbusters and American Horror Stories? Give me a break, kiddo," He ran a hand through his messy, blonde fringy hair and sat down across from you, "Listen up, if I'm going to be living with you I have five rules. One, don't interrupt my tea ritual. Two, No always means no and don't dare try to persuade me. Three, my eyebrows will not be waxed! Four, when I use the restroom you will not barge in on me! Finally, I am neither your baby sitter, nor a replacement father!" The demon huffed as his list came to a close.
"Finally is right..." You rolled your eyes, sighing heavily, "Look-a-here old man, I don't have a problem with any of those rules as long as you fulfill my request." You sprawled out onto the floor, touching his knee.
His eyes quickly darted to your hand. As he looked back up to your eyes he mentally prepared himself for the stupidity waiting to be unleashed, "And what would this request possibly be?"
"You're going to be my roommate. Forever." You smirked, awaiting for his fuse to be blown off the walls.