It all started with my "friends."By "friends," I mean the kind of people who think summoning a demon for fun is a great idea.
"You just chant this totally fake spell, and boom! Something mysterious appears!" they said.I rolled my eyes and walked away. Clearly, "mysterious" = disaster for me.
Fast forward twenty minutes: I'm cleaning my room—because apparently I have to be responsible—when… a sparkly whirlwind of light appears right in front of me.
"Surprise!" said a voice spinning in the air like he owned gravity.
I screamed. Nero, my cat, bolted. Homework exploded. My hair went full "electric chaos."
"I thrive on your panic," the glowing, winged nightmare said. "Also… your blushes. Delicious."
I groaned. "Why… why can I see you?"
"Because you're the main character, darling," he said, landing on my desk. "The chosen one. The one whose emotions are… tasty."
I covered my face. "Why me… why now…"
"Oh, sweetie," he said, winking. "This is just the beginning."
And just like that, my life was officially doomed.