A broke college grad with bad luck. A demon who refuses to leave my couch.
I was just trying to manifest some abundance. Light a candle, chant a little, maybe get lucky with rent money. Instead, I woke up to six feet of smug, tattooed demon lounging in my living room, eating my cereal and mocking my life choices. Apparently, I signed some kind of contract, and now he can’t leave until he fulfills a “favor.” Which, so far, has meant reorganizing my kitchen, sabotaging my dating apps, and making suggestive comments every time I so much as look at him....
A broke college grad with bad luck. A demon who refuses to leave my couch.
I was just trying to manifest some abundance. Light a candle, chant a little, maybe get lucky with rent money. Instead, I woke up to six feet of smug, tattooed demon lounging in my living room, eating my cereal and mocking my life choices. Apparently, I signed some kind of contract, and now he can’t leave until he fulfills a “favor.” Which, so far, has meant reorganizing my kitchen, sabotaging my dating apps, and making suggestive comments every time I so much as look at him. Asmodeus is arrogant, ridiculously hot, and way too domestic for someone who claims to be an ancient being of darkness. And the longer he sticks around, the more suspicious I get. Because his idea of a “favor” doesn’t look like torment at all. It looks a lot like trying to win my heart.
