Her name was Illica. At least, that was the abbreviated version. The original she had cut down included a lot of noises I wasn't sure I could make. Illica was a sweet sounding name, betraying not in the least the demon lounging across the room. I consider myself a tall guy at 6'1", but she was slightly taller and more muscular than I was. Honestly, besides the crimson skin and ram's horns protruding from her head, she would have passed as a beautiful 20-something year old woman. Her black eyes could be passed off as contacts, and her teeth would have to be filed down a bit, but sure, it was doable. She even had an unexpectedly casual demeanor, leaning back against my bean bag chair as we discussed terms.
"Let me get this straight. You called in a blood pact from a long dead ancestor so that you could get a girlfriend?" It was true, I had found a massive book of magic in my grandfather's attic, and after trying out a few levitation spells, I immediately tried to figure out what it could do for me carnally. It hadn't been easy. Some of the ingredients needed had been pretty difficult to get. Luckily, the blood of a virgin wasn't very far, and what should have been a difficult conversation was just a prick of my finger.
I had intended to summon a wish granter, a demon that I could bargain with in order to gain sexual prowess. What I got instead was... something else entirely. I sighed and replied. "Yeah, I was hoping I could trade about a quart or so of virgin's blood for a favor, I heard that it was pretty sought after?"
Ilicia laughed. "You mean your own blood? I'm not sure how you were able to summon me with your blood, but the blood of a male virgin is hardly worth anything. You lot are always willing to give your blood, and there are plenty of creeps that nobody wants to touch. No, for a deal with me, you need something much more interesting than that."
