It's only been like 10 hours since I wrote the last oneshot but I just got this idea and didn't want to wait any longer
Vincent Charbonneau, former terror of Hell and eternal lord of darkness, glared at the filthy kitchen counter with an expression that could make the bravest warrior cower in terror. He had once commanded legions of demons, sown chaos across realms, and reduced entire kingdoms to ash with nothing more than a flick of his wrist.
Now, he was scrubbing a burnt pot with a sponge.
“This is *degrading*,” Vincent muttered under his breath, scraping at something that may have once been food but now resembled a blackened lump of charcoal glued to the bottom of the pot. “I am a demon lord, a harbinger of destruction, and yet here I am, doing… chores.”
Behind him, a voice—far too chipper and carefree for the situation—called out, “Hey, Vince! You missed a spot on the stove.”
Vincent’s eye twitched. He slowly turned his head, glaring at Rody Lamoree, the man responsible for this whole nightmare. Rody, the idiot who had somehow summoned him from the depths of Hell with what must have been the most botched ritual in the history of summoning magic. And yet, despite everything, here Vincent was—bound to this… this *imbecile*.
Rody grinned at him from the couch, lounging back with his arms behind his head, feet kicked up on the coffee table. “You’re doing a great job, by the way. Really killing it with the cleaning.”
“I *am not* your maid!” Vincent snarled, dropping the pot with a loud clatter and stalking over to where Rody sat. “I am a demon, a creature of unimaginable power, a—"
“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” Rody interrupted, waving a hand dismissively. “You’re super powerful, can destroy worlds, yadda yadda. But, honestly? You’re way more useful like this.”
Vincent’s fists clenched, the air around him crackling with dark energy as his patience wore thin. “I could burn this entire building to the ground,” he growled, his voice a low rumble that made the lights flicker ominously. “I could turn you into ash with a single thought.”
“Sure, but then who’s gonna clean up the mess afterward?” Rody said, completely unfazed. In fact, he looked *amused*.
Vincent stared at him, his brain momentarily short-circuiting. Was this man *stupid* or just… yes. Stupid. That had to be it.
“How did you even manage to summon me in the first place?” Vincent asked, his voice dripping with disdain. “Someone as idiotic as you should have incinerated themselves halfway through the ritual.”
“Oh, that?” Rody waved his hand like it was no big deal. “I found this old book online. It was listed under ‘antique curiosities,’ so I thought it’d be fun to try. Followed the instructions, lit a few candles, and—bam! You showed up.”
Vincent felt something inside him die. A demon of his stature, summoned by accident, like some kind of party trick. He took a deep, calming breath. “You summoned me using a stupid book from the internet?”
“Yep,” Rody said cheerfully. “Pretty wild, huh? I mean, who knew it’d actually work? And now I’ve got my very own demon maid.”
Vincent’s left eye twitched violently. “I. Am. Not. A. Maid.”
Rody sat up a little, grinning with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Nah, I’m pretty sure you are. I mean, look at you. You’re wearing an apron.”
Vincent glanced down at himself, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of the apron tied around his waist. *When did I put this on?!* His rage boiled over, but before he could unleash his fury, Rody let out a low whistle.
