I Can Be Your Angle Or

“Hello, dearest summoner. I am Anne Boonchuy-Planter, the higher-rank demon of heart, Angel of Death, and bringer of calamity. I thank you graciously for allowing me into your abode. It has been far too long since my last trip to the Overworld. To express my gratitude and as part of the rite of summoning me, I grant you a single wish of any of your desires, on the condition that we create a deal, of course." The two stared at each other. Marcy’s jaw still hung open as she scrambled to collect any semblance left of rational thought. Fuck, she just summoned a demon? or Marcy goes to a college party only to find herself with a new demonic roommate and tossed into a new world of mystical beings and magic shenanigans.