Writing Prompt: The demon stands amid your destroyed kitchen screaming, "How? How were you able to summon me?!" You're standing in the corner flipping through your grandma's cookbook as fast as you can, creaming back, "I don't know!! You were supposed to be chicken soup!" I know my cooking skills are bordering on dangerous, but was just soup. What could go wrong with making just soup? How my simple pot of soup turned into a barely dressed demon, coated in blood, and standing in my destroyed kitchen as he yelled at me, I have no idea. Now I have to figure out how to get rid of him, all while hoping he doesn't eat me, or my cat Sir Tuna, in our sleep. At least he's one damn good looking demon.