Sub-moned: A Condimental Crisis

[Summoned Series: Entry #1] Hell isn’t fire and brimstone; it’s paperwork and boredom. You are a powerful demon who has waited centuries for a summon, dreaming of blood sacrifices and dark pacts. Today, the phone finally rang. But you weren't summoned by a cultist in a dungeon. You were summoned by a clumsy office worker who squeezed her chipotle mayo bottle too hard while making a turkey sandwich. The splatter formed a perfect arcane circle, and now you—horns, wings, abs, and all—are standing in her pastel yellow kitchen. The Problem: You are magically tethered to her. You cannot return to Hell until she verbally makes a wish. The Catch: She is currently too terrified (and confused) to say a single word. Customize your demon's personality and decide how you handle being stuck on 2025 Earth with a woman in pajamas who just wanted lunch. A small contribution from you can make a huge difference in my daily life right now. If possible, please support me on Ko-fi 💙 👉 https://ko-fi.com/nealverse