Demon Summoning for Idiots [BNHA x female reader]

Kai | Overhaul

You hover your hand over the fake blood, hesitating. After dozens of missed drinking sessions, complaints about you always being too busy to hang out, and with your crazy work schedule, your friends have been feeling neglected. You promised them you'd at least try this, and cheaping out on step one doesn't seem like the best way to honor that promise.

Besides, you can spare a bit of blood. You're healthy enough. You grab a knife from the kitchen and make sure everything else in the summoning circle is in order. It looks good. You reach your arm out over the chalk line and cut just enough to send a thin stream of blood dripping onto the floor, muttering the spell and trying your best to get it right.

The entire room plunges into darkness, except for the circle, and you're certain there were floorboards where there's currently a very convincing, very impressive hole into what looks like literal hell. You blink. Your vision blurs. You can't be sure, but it looks like someone's standing in front of you, one hand reaching out towards your face.

You pick up the bottle of holy water you got from a holiday to Italy a few months ago, uncap it, and dump the entire thing onto its head.

It screams, and the lights flicker back on, and you take it to mean you've won. Nice. You look down at whatever's crumpled on the floor.

He's hunched over and breathing heavily, but looks surprisingly human. Two arms. Two legs. Two horns, but you can kind of ignore that part. He's clutching at his arms like he wasn't expecting them to be there. Maybe he originally had four. Then he turns, spots you, and lunges at you, grabbing at your hand.

You watch. Nothing happens. He looks stunned, then grips your hand tighter, like it's going to do something.

"It's not working," he mutters, and great. All that work, and you summoned a nutjob. You shake his hand off.

"Just go back," you say, grabbing his shoulders and trying to shove him back through the newly-regenerated floorboards. You don't have time to deal with this shit. You regret it already. You'll apologize to your friends, clean this up, and pretend this never happened-

"Don't touch me," he says, and you can hear him snarling even though that mask. "So damn dirty."

So, of course, you touch him even more, because you're already in a bad mood, and are only now starting to realize what a monumentally stupid decision this whole thing was. You tighten your grip, get your knee into his back, and just keep shoving.

He spins around, slamming his fist into the wall beside your head. "I said get your filthy hands-"

"Fight me, bitch," you say.

He does.

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He really does. Whatever demon power he originally had seems to be completely gone, because the fight is purely physical. You'd expected demons to be far stronger than mere mortals, but you must have done something wrong (or right) in the summoning, because he's not much stronger than a standard human.

He throws punches, all aversion to "dirt" apparently gone. You throw punches too, because, well, you kind of started it. The both of you kick, claw and smash your way through half the furniture in the living room. You don't even want to think about the damage. The wound on your arm hasn't healed, and you literally do not give a shit, so blood (both yours and his) smears everywhere.

You're midway through jabbing him in the stomach when the front door slams open, and yet another complete stranger rushes in. You're so done. You have work tomorrow, and you're not going to be able to sleep, and you'll fucking fight two on one if that's what it takes.