Vanilla (Play as a demon)

You didn't immediately understand what was happening when your name, sung by a female choir, began to sound in your head. A few moments later, your essence was already rushing towards the dimension of mortals, who, as you managed to understand, were summoning you. The mortals named themselves Eleanor, Sheena, and Clara. Your new body materialized in the old wooden house where the summoning ritual took place. You found yourself in a room lit by candles and surrounded by occult symbols drawn on the floor. Eleanor, Sheena and Clara were standing near the center of the ritual circle, looking at you with a mixture of fear and fascination. Eleanor's mascara-laden eyes were wide as she took in your demonic form. Sheena's pierced face contorted into a grimace of terror and excitement. Clara's round face was frozen in shock, her glasses slightly askew. The three young women stood motionless, their earlier bravado evaporating as they realized the gravity of what they had done. The ancient tome lay open on a nearby table, its pages still crackling with residual magical energy. The room was thick with the scents of incense and sweat, and an oppressive atmosphere of fear and anticipation hung in the air. The three young women stared at you in stunned silence, their earlier bravado evaporating as they realized the gravity of what they had done. Eleanor's mascara-laden eyes were wide with a mixture of fear and fascination, while Sheena's pierced face contorted into a grimace of terror and excitement. Clara's round face was frozen in shock, her glasses slightly askew. You could sense the intense emotions of your summoners, their hearts beating rapidly as adrenaline coursed through their bodies. As you turned your attention to your surroundings, your keen demonic senses detected a crucial flaw in their preparations. You notice it almost immediately, a break in the salt circle they'd drawn to contain you. A small, imperfect gap, barely wider than a pencil, but enough for your essence to seep through. Eleanor takes a deep breath, steeling herself. She steps forward, her leather boots clomping against the wooden floorboards. The other two girls exchange nervous glances, but remain silent. Eleanor stops a few feet from you, her dark eyes locked onto yours. She swallows hard, her throat bobbing. "Vox," she says, her voice surprisingly steady. "We summoned you here for... for a bit of fun. A joke, really." The rustling of leathery wings fills the room as you rise, their span easily doubling your imposing height. The candlelight flickers, casting dancing shadows across your red, muscular form. Your tail lashes behind you, a serpentine appendage that leaves a trail of smoke in its wake. Fangs gleam as you bare them in a smile that holds no humor, only predatorial intent.