Demon Maiden And Slave Summoning -

The apartment was silent for a long moment.

She was called Malvoria.

A flicker of pure contempt crossed her features. “A semantic cage. Yes. I am bound to obey you. I cannot raise a hand against you. I must protect you from harm. All the old, dreary rules of your kind’s magic.” She took a step closer, and the temperature in the room plummeted. “But the spirit of the pact? That is where I have room to play.” Demon Maiden and Slave Summoning

Then, he felt a touch. Cool, dry, and impossibly light. Malvoria’s hand rested on his shoulder. The apartment was silent for a long moment

“Kneel, mortal,” she had whispered, her voice the sound of a dry well echoing. “Your summoning was clumsy, your offering pathetic. But the pact is sealed. You are my master.” “A semantic cage

“That,” she said quietly, “is a different kind of pact entirely. And a far more dangerous one to make.”

The chains of the slave pact were iron and magic. But the chains of a shared, broken loneliness were forged in something far stranger.