She was called Malvoria.
The summoning circle blazed with an unholy light, scrawled in powdered obsidian and the blood of a black rooster. Inside, Elias knelt, his wrists bound by chains that hummed with a low, malignant energy. He was the final component, the living sacrifice. But he wasn't afraid. He was angry. Demon Maiden and Slave Summoning
Then, he felt a touch. Cool, dry, and impossibly light. Malvoria’s hand rested on his shoulder. She was called Malvoria
Elias had stared, dumbfounded. “My… slave?” He was the final component, the living sacrifice
The grimoire, bound in what looked like flayed skin, had promised a solution. A servant to ease your burdens. A companion to fill the void. He’d performed the ritual for a simple familiar, a demon to do his bidding. Instead, the floor had cracked open like a wound, and from the sulfurous smoke, she had stepped forth.
“That,” she said quietly, “is a different kind of pact entirely. And a far more dangerous one to make.”