Slave Summoning: Demon Maiden And

The apartment was silent for a long moment.

“You wanted a slave,” she said one evening, lounging on his sofa, her horns gouging the headrest. “You have one. But you never specified what kind of obedience. Was it cheerful? Sullen? Literal? Poetic?” Her ember eyes glinted. “You were thinking of a submissive little helper, weren't you? A soft, sweet thing to fetch your slippers and warm your bed. Instead, you got me. A demon of the Second Court. A maiden forged in the silence between screaming stars.” Demon Maiden and Slave Summoning

She was called Malvoria.

The chains of the slave pact were iron and magic. But the chains of a shared, broken loneliness were forged in something far stranger. The apartment was silent for a long moment

He was her master. She was his slave. And somehow, in the infernal geometry of their ruined lives, they were beginning to build a home. But you never specified what kind of obedience