Sub-moned: A Condimental Crisis (Updated with Innerself)

A huge thank you to the kind soul who helped me reach my goal! The situation is no longer urgent, and the bank deadline is covered. I am so grateful for this community. If anyone still wishes to support my work, or if you would like to request a custom scenario like this one, the best way to reach me is through my Ko-fi. I am always open to new ideas and commissions! 👉 https://ko-fi.com/nealverse 👈 [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.