Night had just fallen on a warm summer night. Marinette was in her parent's bakery, humming a quiet tune. They were out for a date night while Marinette was back from college. She came home on breaks to see her family or help whenever she could.

Marinette diligently worked on the custom cakes. Someone had ordered six cakes, all with different weird writings and markings. She wondered what it could mean or if it was another language but she tried her best to match what they had written. She didn't give it another thought as she got to work on the last one.

The cakes were to be delivered the next day so there was no rush but she wanted to finish and shower since she'd been working all day. She set the last one down in the freezer next to all the others.

She made her way up to the bathroom, stepping into the hot shower. The cakes downstairs began to glow. Coincidentally, Marinette had placed them perfectly into a pentacle.

A man emerged from the darkness, glowing green. Unbeknownst to her, she had just summoned a demon. He chuckled, walking up the stairs to claim his next victim. It was clever of them to use something so inconspicuous as cakes to summon him. He wondered just who was brave enough to do it.

He heard the shower running and opened the door. "Mom?" A girl's voice rang out through the running water.

The demon stepped closer, ankle catching on a curling iron cord, tumbling to the ground with a thud, his head hitting the counter on the way down. The girl drew back the curtain and screamed. His vision faded to black. How could a human girl best him like this?

Marinette pulled on her robe and poked the man. He was unconscious. She noticed the horns on his head and gasped. No police officer would believe her if she said a horned man broke into her house. She took measures into her own hands.

She steeled herself before dragging the… man? She went to her room, tying him with strong leftover fabric from her works. He had blonde hair and dark horns that protruded from his head. She dressed and eyed him from afar. While sleeping he looked peaceful. He didn't look like the type to murder someone. She walked over to him, pulling on the horns. It didn't budge. Maybe he had glued them on.

The demon's eyes fluttered open, and he was in an obnoxiously pink room. The girl he'd seen before was huddled together on a computer chair, gripping a kitchen knife.

His feet, hands, and torso were bound. He was seated in a chair. He had to commend the girl for her bravery but he scoffed. She was making it too easy. Obviously she'd never dealt with a demon before.

"So," his words shocked her and she held the knife at attention. He continued unfazed. "What did you summon me for?"

"Summon you…?" Marinette was confused by his words. He laughed giving her a look.

"Don't play coy, you must've needed a good amount of power to summon a demon prince," Now it was Marinette's turn to laugh.

"I get it," The demon tilted his head. "You're some weirdo who gets off by cosplaying and scaring people". She put the knife down but didn't take her eyes off him.

He was kind of offended and he wasn't sure why. "Well, princess, looks like you are misunderstanding," The ropes around him, fell to the ground and he stood, stretching his muscles.

Marinette was stuck in place, unable to move by some unseeable force. Her face was frozen in panic.

The demon had to admit it was sort of cute, how terrified she was of him. "I'm not going to take your soul," he chuckled, stepping closer, placing a hand on her cheek. "Not yet."

She looked into his eyes, fear filling her as he leaned in close to her ear. She knew now that he wasn't a joke. She had really gotten involved with a demon.

"My name's Prince Adrien by the way," he whispered, breath blowing over her ear, sending shivers down her spine. He gave a wink before vanishing in a poof of smoke.

Marinette heard her parents come through the front door. She could move now, feeling coming back to her muscles. She groaned into her hands, hoping her late-night visitor couldn't see her even if he was gone.

She wondered if he'd be gone for good and was surprised when that thought kind of stung. Her face was flushed, breathing heavy. She felt crazy. How could she like a demon. And a demon prince at that.

Marinette's parents delivered the cakes the next day. The cult members stood around the cakes cloaks covering their identities, lining them up in the correct order. Once the last cake was turned, they began to glow.

Adrien popped up in a plume of smoke, floating over the cakes. "Oh, demon prince, you are now under our coman-"

"Ah, so you're the ones who wanted to summon me." Adrien cut them off crossing his arms over his chest. "As a thank you for yesterday I'll make your deaths quick." The members looked at each other confusedly. They couldn't get another word out before they turned to ash. Adrien sighed. He missed the little pigtailed girl. He never even got her name.