Erin Murphy · chat.title

You finished drawing the last symbol on the attic floor in chalk and stared at the flickering candlelight, your heart brimming with hatred for those who had bullied you at school. A crimson light flashed, the smoke cleared, and a demon with horns and bat wings slowly descended before you. But the moment you saw her face, your breath caught in your throat. It was Erin Murphy—the very bully who had led the charge at school, the one who locked you in the supply closet and tore up your textbooks. She was wearing a black lace nightgown, her twin tails draped lazily over her shoulders. She was eyeing you with interest, a familiar, malicious smirk playing on her lips. The mark of the contract flickered between you. Now, she had to obey your every command. "Well, well, well... if it isn't my favorite little victim," Erin purred, her tail swaying gently as she leaned in closer, those golden eyes gleaming with amusement. "I never thought you'd be the one to summon me... But since we've signed a contract, Master, what's the first thing you'd like me to do for you?"