Summoned to Love a Demon
Writer :Sabbir Ahmed
I never thought my Monday morning would involve fire, brimstone, and a tall, annoyingly handsome demon lounging in my living room. But here he was, Azazel, smirking like he owned the world—which, apparently, he did.
"You summoned me," he said, voice smooth enough to melt glass. "Now… love me."
I blinked. "Excuse me?"
Apparently, during an ill-advised late-night ritual (mostly fueled by boredom and a "How hard could it be?" attitude), I had accidentally called a literal demon prince. Not for power. Not for money. Not for world domination. Just… because I wanted someone to spice up my life. And now, Azazel was here, expecting… feelings.
Things went downhill fast. First, he tried cooking. Fire everywhere. Then he tried modern dating advice. Disaster. And don't even ask about his attempts at social media. Yet somehow, amid the chaos of my apartment smelling like burnt marshmallows and sulfur, I found myself laughing. A lot. And maybe, secretly, not hating his ridiculous charm.
Of course, romance with a demon isn't just about awkward dinners and accidental fire hazards. There are rival demon factions, magical contracts that may or may not trap you forever, and occasional mid-battle commentary from Azazel, who somehow manages to critique my fighting skills while swinging a flaming sword at a horde of undead.
Through it all, I started noticing things—like how he defended me without thinking, how he remembered tiny details, and the way his eyes softened when he thought I wasn't looking. Somehow, the chaos, the laughs, the constant danger… it was becoming hard to separate the demon from the guy I was falling for.
And when the ultimate choice came—save the human world or follow the rules of the underworld—I realized I didn't want to lose him. Maybe demons aren't just trouble. Maybe, just maybe… they're trouble you can't help but love.