Hi all, it's Pandora. I wrote this for Holly for Halloween after she asked for a fic of "oh no I accidentally a demon what do" with Bajifuyu and I'm pretty proud of this utter nonsense. I hope you all enjoy it as much as she did :)
Also yes we have more Bajifuyu planned, the brainrot is real and goes very hard xD
Outside, a high wind makes the recycling bins rattle against the fence. They've long since been chained to it (after one too many escapes) but the sound of it brings a scowl to Chifuyu's face—one that deepens at a message from his best friend.
KAZUTORA [21:16]: dude how do u burn a luigi board?
Chifuyu rolls his eyes and taps out a quick reply:
CHIFUYU [21:17]: It's a ouija board and do whatever you want, it's not like it's real
With a huff he sets his phone aside and checks the list in his other hand. He's drawn the double chalk and salt circle and the correct sigils at the compass points between them, and arranged the candles as directed around the outer circle. The book Kazutora gave him didn't specify what colour the candles were meant to be so he settled for red—they were on sale in a big box at the shop and it can't be important if it wasn't stated explicitly. Plus it's not like this is going to work anyway.
He casts one last look over the floorboards before picking up his phone again and opening his camera app. Setting it up on his tripod and pointing the front camera at the circle he starts a video recording.
"Alright," he says, stepping into frame and fixing the camera with a look of scorn. "Here's your fucking ritual Kazutora—everything's all set up and I'm going to try to summon a minor level demon." Chifuyu can't suppress another roll of his eyes. "Or, more accurately, I'm going to say some 'magic words' and nothing is going to happen because this is fucking ridiculous and stupid." On the screen he glares, his disdain clear. "Here goes literally nothing."
Picking up the notebook from his desk, he goes to stand on the far side of the circle. With a glance into his phone screen to check his framing, he raises the notebook and reads out the incantation he scribbled into it. If he's going to prove to Kazutora that this is all bullshit he knows he has to commit to doing it properly—he's even doing this on Halloween for fuck's sake—and so he doesn't rush the words, giving them gravity as though they might actually mean anything. When he finishes and looks up, however, nothing happens: the air in the room remains unchanged, dust motes floating in the light of the candle flames, and utterly silent. After standing still a little longer, Chifuyu crosses back to his desk to put down the notebook and comes back to his phone.
"Well, there you have it," he says; he knows he sounds smug but fuck it, he's right. "Nothing fucking happened. Now I'm going to go clean up. Happy fucking Halloween."
With one last middle finger to the camera, he ends the recording and takes his phone off the tripod. He pouts thoughtfully as he swipes through the video to make sure the framing is okay; unseen behind him the candles around the circle begin to flicker. The video seems fine—Chifuyu figures he'll send it after he's thrown something in the microwave for dinner. From behind him he hears a scuffling sound and feels a light breeze; he sighs.
"Peke J I already told you to stop opening the window," he grumbles. He puts down his phone and turns around to berate his cat.
When he turns around, however, what he finds is not Peke J.
Standing in the middle of the circles Chifuyu drew is a man, a head and shoulders taller than himself, with the longest, thickest black hair Chifuyu has ever seen. Save for a skintight pair of deep burgundy leather trousers, he's naked and his chest seems impossibly broad as Chifuyu's gaze slides up it to his face. He gives Chifuyu a smirk, revealing sharp teeth.
"Evening," he says, his voice as deep and rich as Chifuyu would have imagined.
Chifuyu blinks at him, mute as he tries to make sense of the sight before him. Soon however he glares at the man.
"What are you doing in my flat?" he demands.
The man raises an eyebrow at him, seeming amused. "You tell me—I didn't summon myself."
Chifuyu's confused frown deepens but then he rolls his eyes as realisation strikes. "Fuck's sake. Kazutora sent you didn't he?"
"No," says the man. "You're the one who summoned me."
"How did you get in?" Chifuyu asks. "Did you climb in through the window?"
Again the man looks amused. "I don't need windows."
Chifuyu scoffs. "Okay sure, where's Kazutora? And the hidden cameras?"
"No cameras," says the man. "We don't show up on them. I could only appear after you stopped filming the ritual." He gestures to the candles, chalk and salt around him. "Very nice work by the way."
Chifuyu half glances over his shoulder to where his phone sits on his desk. "Uh... thank you?"
"So," the man says, suddenly more business-like, and puts his hands on his hips, "what did you summon me for?"
"I didn't summon you," Chifuyu replies. "This 'ritual' didn't work and even if it did you're not a demon."
A new smirk comes to the man's face and he inclines his head towards Chifuyu, fixing him with a wicked gaze. "Aren't I?"
Something about the almost metallic colour of the man's eyes sends a jolt through Chifuyu's stomach, rooting him to the spot. A primal instinct begins to beat under his skin, his pulse quickening. Nevertheless, he squares his shoulders.
"Well you don't look like a demon," he says.
The man chuckles, the sound deep and velvety. "And what does a demon look like?"
"Well..." Chifuyu feels his face flushing. "They're... red and gnarled, with like... horns and tails—"
"What, this isn't enough for you?"
"Huh?!"
With a start, Chifuyu finally notices the man's—demon's?—long tail, swaying a little behind him and a ruddy red in colour. A shiver goes through him.
"What the fuck?!"
"I don't have to keep it if you prefer though," the demon continues. "I naturally came in a form you would find arousing but I can change any part of myself. I could actually have horns if you like, or do away with the tail." He runs a hand up his chest, sharp black nails leaving light scratches over his smooth skin. "I could change my body, my hair, even add some fun extra features."
Chifuyu's eyes widen a little and he regrets it even as he asks, "Like what?"
"Well," grins the demon, "some people like a bisected tongue. Would you?"
"No thank you," Chifuyu says quickly.
"Suit yourself," says the demon, flicking a lock of his perfect black hair over one shoulder.
Chifuyu watches the movement, gulping as he takes in the sight of his muscled body. The demon—part of him is beginning to accept it—isn't entirely wrong: each part of him seems to have stepped straight out of every one of Chifuyu's wildest wet dreams. Now that the initial shock of him appearing has worn off it's easier to appreciate how sexy he is. Were Chifuyu to have met him out somewhere he's fairly certain there would follow a lot of pretty shameless flirting on his part; the idea makes him flush a little. Still, something niggles at him.
"Why did you appear in a way I'd find... appealing?" Chifuyu asks, recalling (but not entirely able to repeat) the demon's earlier words.
The demon's tail flicks in apparent amusement. "Why? I guess because it's in my nature as a lust demon."
Chifuyu's stomach drops. "A what?"
"A lust demon," repeats the demon. "My name is Baji."
"Baji?" frowns Chifuyu. "What sort of a name is Baji?"
"One you'll be screaming by the end of the night," smirks Baji, "but tell me—what did you think you were summoning?"
"Well... nothing really," says Chifuyu, cheeks colouring afresh. "I've done stuff before but everything that happened after was just coincidence."
"Like what?" Baji asks.
"Like... I did something to attract stray cats to the neighbourhood," Chifuyu replies. "The next day there were like twenty outside, but it was probably just the food I left out for them."
"Anything else?" asks Baji, his head tilted slightly to one side.
"Uh..." Chifuyu looks askance. "Nothing that impressive I guess—just candles going out because of draughts and stuff falling over when I was messing around with my friend."
"Is that all?"
Chifuyu gulps. Why does he feel like Baji knows what he's thinking? "I... got nosebleeds a few times after trying things out but those were just nosebleeds." When Baji says nothing in response, still staring down at him, his stomach squirms and he adds, "Well... there was a time in middle school, this guy was beating the shit out of me and then suddenly he stopped and he started like... convulsing. He went to hospital, they said it was epilepsy but he kept insisting I did something."
"Did you?"
"No!" insists Chifuyu. "All I did was some stupid protection ritual the night before with my friend." A smirk appears on Baji's face—a self-satisfied one Chifuyu has seen on Kazutora's face before—and Chifuyu adds. "I didn't cause epilepsy—I couldn't have!"
"Well, regardless of whether you believe in yourself or not," says Baji, "you summoned me. But what did you intend to summon?"
"A... lowest level imp," says Chifuyu, his gaze falling to the ritual circles on the floor.
Baji chuckles. "I see. Well this would have done that but you made a couple of mistakes."
"Like what?" Chifuyu asks. "I followed the instructions to the letter."
"You should have used green candles," says Baji, nodding to the red ones around him. "Red is pretty exclusively for us lust demons."
"Yeah the instructions left that part out," Chifuyu grumbles—he's never letting Kazutora give him shit like this off the internet ever again.
"For the most part the rest is pretty good," Baji continues. "You've done a nice job on the sigils and they're well placed on the compass points."
"Thanks?" Chifuyu says—it feels almost like he's back at school.
"And this would be fine for containing a low level demon but fortunately I'm not one of them."
"What?"
Chifuyu's eyes widen as Baji steps easily out of the double salt and chalk circles and fixes him with a look that makes the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.
"So," Baji says, folding his arms as he gazes down at Chifuyu, "what did you summon me for, mortal?"
Feeling suddenly warm at Baji's proximity, Chifuyu takes half a step back. "I-I already told you—I didn't mean to."
"You did tell me," says Baji, "but I don't believe you." He steps closer, narrowing the gap between the two of them again. His body seems to exude heat—Chifuyu can't understand why else he suddenly feels so hot. "See, demons such as I can't appear without some level of desire on the part of the summoner and given that I'm here and your libido is practically crying for attention I think you might have meant to, just a little."
He continues moving closer as he speaks, despite Chifuyu inching backwards away from him; by the time he reaches his final words they're nose to nose and the backs of Chifuyu's thighs are pressed painfully against the edge of his desk. With one hand either side of Chifuyu, Baji traps him against it, his savage grin entirely too close for comfort. This close up, Chifuyu can see a gleam in Baji's bronze eyes, a spark that threatens to catch the longer Chifuyu gazes at it, and by which he can't help but be entranced.
"So, my reluctant little summoner," Baji says, his breath fanning hot over Chifuyu's face, "are you finally going to get that rod out of your ass so I can do something more fun with it?"
Chifuyu lets out a breathless sound, something between a gasp and a squeak that sounds utterly pathetic, and realises his hands, chipped black nail polish and all, are trembling where they clutch the edge of the desk. Despite his protestations, Baji is absolutely right: Chifuyu has never been so aroused in his life, and he's fairly sure it's partly something Baji is doing to him, given how fucking fast it happened, but he can't bring himself to care. All he can think of right now is Baji and how badly he wants (or rather needs) him.
"If..." Chifuyu gulps in an attempt to get moisture back into his mouth. "If we... do this, is my soul like... yours?"
"Not unless you sign it over to me," says Baji, his grin seeming to widen. The sight of it brings that nervous hitch to Chifuyu's stomach again, the one that almost makes him run, but with his body flooded with desire he instead bites his lip.
"So you're just here to..."
"To show you a good time."
Arousal curls inside Chifuyu, seeping into his blood as he gives Baji a half smile. "Show me then."
Needing no further encouragement, Baji wraps a possessive arm around Chifuyu's waist, crushing their bodies together as he kisses him fiercely. Chifuyu's hands, no longer trembling, come up to Baji's chest, feeling the smooth, hot skin under his fingers. Every part of Baji feels hot: not only his skin but also his lips against Chifuyu's and his tongue as it licks scorchingly against Chifuyu's. Powerless to every swipe of Baji's tongue and the strong grip around his waist, Chifuyu lets himself be swept away. Whatever influence Baji has been working over him only grows stronger now, making Chifuyu's body burn with longing. Baji's sharp teeth graze over Chifuyu's bottom lip as he pulls back to allow Chifuyu to gasp for breath, head spinning just a little.
"Fuck, that's a sexy face," Baji smirks, strong fingers gripping Chifuyu's chin to tip his face up. "You're so hungry for it—so much for not meaning to summon me."
Chifuyu doesn't even care to argue with him anymore—it would be an obvious lie with how debauched he already knows he looks. Instead, he lets his eyes flutter shut as Baji bites kisses along his jaw, well aware that Baji must be leaving marks with those sharp, sharp teeth. The hand that held Chifuyu's chin moves down, Baji's fingers finding a home around Chifuyu's throat and holding it just firmly enough as his lips caress the shell of Chifuyu's ear.
"Now what shall I do with you?" Baji asks in a voice as dark and silken as his hair. "I can see every little fantasy you've ever had, all of them, so where do you think I should start?"
Chifuyu shudders, his mind racing—it would be quicker to ask what he wouldn't want Baji to do to him (and that list could easily shrink were Baji to try and persuade him). His hands clench on Baji's chest and his pulse races in his ears as he stammers, "I... I don't know."
"You don't know?" Chifuyu can hear Baji's grin against his ear. "Oh dear, is my little summoner spoilt for choice?"
"M-maybe," Chifuyu replies. His body feels flushed all over and he can barely think straight or stay on his feet—it's a good thing the desk is still right behind him and Baji is still holding onto him so tightly.
"Maybe." Baji pulls back with a soft laugh, looking into Chifuyu's eyes. "I'll just have to get creative then, won't I?"
The words, in combination with the renewed spark in Baji's eyes, send a shiver down Chifuyu's spine and he moans softly as Baji bites more kisses down the side of his throat. He knows the thin, tender skin will be marking and bruising with teeth marks and fingerprints and the knowledge somehow only makes his cock harder and knees weaker. As Baji relinquishes his neck and his long fingers hook into the collar of Chifuyu's top, tugging it aside to reveal more of his skin, Chifuyu steels himself and moves his own hands up, hooking them around Baji's neck in an effort to anchor himself. Baji's hair is just as soft as it looks, in total contrast to the hard lines of his long, muscled body, and Chifuyu tangles his fingers in it, gasping when Baji's teeth graze over his clavicle. Every inch of Chifuyu's body feels alive with possibility, raw and open and aching for more, for Baji to kiss him harder, hold him tighter, move his touches lower. As if reading his mind, Baji slides one hand down to squeeze his ass, laughing once more when Chifuyu practically mewls in response.
"Cute," he comments, sucking a mark into Chifuyu's skin. With the hand on Chifuyu's ass Baji yanks him forward, shoving one thigh between his legs and grinding it upward.
"Fuck!" Chifuyu clutches Baji's hair, jolting at the feeling even as he rolls his hips to meet it. His voice comes out in soft whimpered moans as Baji continues and his legs start to shake with the effort of remaining upright. Only when he hears a ripping sound does he look down to see that Baji has torn his t-shirt right down the front. "Hey!"
"What?" asks Baji, removing the remnants of Chifuyu's t-shirt. "I got bored of it."
"That was my favourite shirt!" Chifuyu protests.
"And?" Baji meets Chifuyu's gaze, his own scorching, and raises an eyebrow. The look sends a fresh tremor through Chifuyu—fuck, what does a t-shirt really matter?!
"N-nothing," replies Chifuyu, whining softly when Baji grinds his thigh up again. A moment later all thoughts of his ruined t-shirt vanish entirely when Baji lowers his head and swipes his tongue over one of Chifuyu's nipples. A little yelp escapes Chifuyu's lips as Baji teases around it, one of his hands sliding down to palm Chifuyu's cock through his jeans. "Oh fuck, please!"
Baji lets out a little snigger against Chifuyu's chest. "That didn't take long." He straightens up, making quick work of getting Chifuyu's jeans open. Shoving his hand inside Chifuyu's boxers, Baji wraps his hand around his cock and squeezes mercilessly, drawing a louder, higher moan from him. "Already desperate enough for beg for me."
Any pride Chifuyu might have still had is gone, replaced with an all-consuming need. "Please," he rasps out, hips bucking irresistibly into Baji's touch. "I... I want you."
Baji grins that sharp-toothed grin again. "How do you want me first then, summoner?" he asks. "I could suck your cock, make you come on my tongue and have those sexy thighs around my ears, or finger you until you can't take it anymore and beg for mercy, or..." He leans in closer, locking their gazes together as he finishes, "I could fuck you like a pretty little slut and make you come on my cock again and again."
At the mention of the last (and a harder squeeze to his cock), Chifuyu can't help the desirous groan that passes his lips. Baji gives him a smug smirk.
"Well then, I think that answers my question."
Before Chifuyu can say another word, Baji tugs down his jeans and underwear, letting them pool at his feet, and Chifuyu steps out of them, clinging to Baji again as he's pulled into another fierce kiss. Totally naked and pressed against Baji, Chifuyu whimpers at the feeling of hot skin against his own and the supple leather of Baji's trousers against his inner thighs. Baji's hand slides down Chifuyu's body again, leaving a prickling trail of goosebumps in its wake before finding Chifuyu's cock once more.
"You're going to look so fucking perfect stretched open on my cock," Baji promises in a low purr, slowly stroking Chifuyu's cock as he unlaces his trousers. "Wonder how much will fit before you start crying. You think you can handle it?"
"I... don't know," Chifuyu murmurs.
Baji smirks, using the hand he just undid his trousers with to guide Chifuyu's hand to the laces, encouraging his fingers to explore. "See if that gives you a clue."
A flush creeps back into Chifuyu's face as he tentatively tugs Baji's trousers open. With only a little hesitation he slips his hand inside the warm leather, unable to keep his eyes from widening as he finally feels Baji's cock. Never in his life has he felt another as thick as this, nor as long: Chifuyu's curious fingers seem to find more and more of it to touch. Eventually Chifuyu pulls Baji's trousers down and, free from them, Baji's cock points towards him, impossibly vast and enough to make his mouth water.
"Holy shit," he breathes, transfixed by the sight of it.
"Nothing holy about it," says Baji, his tone smug. "So?"
Chifuyu glances up into Baji's face briefly before gazing down at his cock again. "I want it."
A gleam returns to Baji's eyes. "Turn around then, summoner."
Chifuyu does as instructed, gulping a little as one of Baji's hands presses between his shoulder blades, urging him to bend over the desk. The top of it is still strewn with his things: the notebook from before with the ritual scribbled in it, chewed pens containing varying levels of ink, his tablet flashing a red light to say it needs charging. Stuck to a book about invocations is a post-it bearing Kazutora's untidy writing. All if this is his fault really: had he not gone on about Chifuyu's 'abilities', Chifuyu wouldn't have felt the need to prove—or rather disprove—anything and right now he would be dicking around on the internet or reading instead of waiting to get fucked by an actual fucking demon. What can he even tell Kazutora about this? He has no doubt Kazutora would believe him (given that Kazutora would believe anything) but how can he even begin to explain this? Before he can spare another thought for Kazutora however, Baji kicks his feet apart and Chifuyu is dragged firmly back into the present. He turns his head to one side.
"There's... lube in the drawer," he says haltingly, a shiver going through him when Baji laughs.
"Don't need it," says Baji.
Even through the fog of lust, Chifuyu feels his heart skip a beat. "You can't do it dry!"
"Relax summoner," Baji says. "I brought my own."
Chifuyu frowns. "But where—?"
Baji comes up close behind him, covering Chifuyu's body with his own. One of his arms wraps around Chifuyu's body, fingers seeking one of his nipples to tease it again.
"Feel that?" Baji growls in his ear, his low voice rumbling through Chifuyu's body.
For a moment, Chifuyu doesn't understand what Baji means, but then he gasps as the touch to his nipple suddenly begins to feel slippery. He arches into the touch, whining at the feeling.
"Amazing right?" Baji asks. "We lust demons can produce this from a few different parts of our bodies."
Chifuyu can only make a strangled sound in response, trembling in Baji's embrace. Baji's other hand runs back down Chifuyu's body, dragging over his hip. Briefly he skims his nails over Chifuyu's ass before sliding his fingers between his ass cheeks. The first insistent press of Baji's fingers almost makes Chifuyu buckle but as the touch grows more slick he lets out a slow breath and tries to relax. Though he doesn't expect Baji to be gentle, he still finds himself surprised by how quickly Baji adds a second and then third finger—and by how easily he manages it. Usually it takes Chifuyu (or whoever he's with) longer to work himself open, but Baji seems to be having no such problem. As he lets out a fresh gasp at a more insistent curl of Baji's fingers, Chifuyu decides that this must be some kind of magic of Baji's: it wouldn't be an unreasonable assumption at this point, given everything else Baji has done to him.
"Fuck!" Chifuyu yelps when Baji thrusts his fingers a little harder.
"Stop thinking," Baji orders, doing it again to make Chifuyu 's spine melt. He keeps up the movement, his other hand still at Chifuyu's nipple; the dual assault is almost too much, dancing on the borderline of pleasure and pain. Even as Chifuyu whines at the sensation, Baji moves and brings his other hand down on his ass cheek with a cracking sound, making Chifuyu jump against the desk. "That's more like it."
He continues, leaving more stinging slaps on Chifuyu's skin, turning it a shining, blushing pink in the light of the candles. Legs and fingers trembling, Chifuyu does his best not to fall to the floor, absolutely sure that the only things keeping him up are the desk and Baji's force of will.
"P... please," he gasps, arching his back as Baji ruthlessly teases his prostate with two long fingers.
"Please what?" Baji demands. "If you want to be a pretty little slut you can ask for what you want."
"I want..." Chifuyu whimpers—Baji seems to have found a way to turn his brain to mush and make speaking far harder than usual. Still he perseveres, too desperate for Baji to hold back as he finishes, "I want your cock, want it in me!"
Baji sniggers softly. "There's a good little mortal—don't worry I won't keep you waiting long."
Slowly he withdraws his fingers; Chifuyu clenches his fists and tries to keep from protesting the loss of touch. When he feels Baji's hands in his hair he cries out but lets himself be pulled from the desk and dragged across the room. Soon he finds himself on his hands and knees in the middle of the ritual circles he created earlier, the flames of the candles flickering in his eyes as Baji presses close behind him again, guiding his cock between Chifuyu's ass cheeks.
"Please," Chifuyu breathes, moving his hips back against Baji's cock and biting his lip as the tip teasingly presses inside him. All he wants is more, Baji's whole cock inside him, splitting him open and pushing him to his limit. "Fuck, please!"
"Greedy little thing aren't you?" Baji asks, the slide of his cock easing in the same way the touch of his fingers did before—clearly he meant it when he said he could produce this stuff from a few places. "So keen to take my cock." Chifuyu's mouth drops open on a fresh yelp as Baji snaps his hips forward, sinking further into him with a low growl. "Feels so fucking good, so fucking tight."
Chifuyu moans again when Baji starts thrusting, giving more of his cock to him, hands leaving bruising marks on Chifuyu's hips. Every thrust seems to make Chifuyu hotter, each one perfectly angled to make stars burst in his vision and heart hammer wildly in his chest. His voice seems unlike his own, a feral grunt on Baji's shallower thrusts and practically a plaintive sob on his deeper ones. The candle flames dance in the wake of his breath, ruby red wax dripping on the floor as they slowly burn down. Another harsh slap to his ass makes Chifuyu gasp again, instinctively half pulling away from Baji but immediately pulled back again with insistent hands.
"Oh no you don't," Baji laughs, leaning down to bite Chifuyu's shoulder and making him cry out again. "You brought me here and you begged me for this."
Chifuyu nods, the movement almost making him dizzy as Baji keeps going, his pace growing faster and fiercer. On his desk, Chifuyu hears his phone ping with a notification: more than likely it's Kazutora badgering him about the ritual... in the middle of which Chifuyu is currently getting dicked down...
"B-Baji!" Chifuyu wails when Baji drives his cock harder against his prostate: he's never felt anything in his life like this before.
"Yes, summoner?" Baji asks, lips at Chifuyu's ear.
"N... need to come, p-please!" Chifuyu rasps.
Baji's answering laugh seems to rumble right through Chifuyu. "You going to come for me? Going to come on my cock without me even having to touch you because you're that desperate?"
Tears swim in Chifuyu's vision as he feels his orgasm approach, the urgency of it roiling under his skin. At a final, powerful thrust from Baji, Chifuyu sobs and comes, the tension in him suddenly snapping like a bowstring pulled too tight. Despite Baji not touching him, he comes harder than he has in a long time, his mind going blank at the feeling. Baji continues to thrust, soon coming too with a low growl, cock pulsing as he fills him. The tears that have been threatening begin to roll down Chifuyu's cheeks and his arms shake, finally giving out as he collapses to the floor, ass still in the air. Panting to catch his breath, Chifuyu feels Baji pull out, hands massaging Chifuyu's ass cheeks. Come slides out of him, wet and messy, and he hears Baji give a satisfied laugh.
"That's so fucking pretty."
Chifuyu expects Baji to... well, he's not sure what he expects. Certainly not what Baji does next, which is to lower his head and run his long tongue between Chifuyu's ass cheeks.
"What the—!"
"Hush up summoner, I'm not done with you yet."
By the time Baji has had his fill of him, Chifuyu can barely breathe. He feels as though every inch of his body has been seen, touched, licked, and never before has he come so hard and so many times in one night. When he can convince himself to move again he knows he needs a drink of water. Even as he thinks it, Baji picks up the bottle from his desk and leaves it by his head.
"Thanks," Chifuyu says, looking up at the demon.
"You desired it," says Baji, "so I got you it."
"Thank you," Chifuyu says again, his cheeks flushing a little as he considers his next question. "So... the ritual I did... if I did it again would you...?"
Baji grins down at him. "Well you've got plenty more red candles where those came from."
