Of Friends and Eternal Damnation

A sudden burst of silver light invaded Icylia's room at precisely midnight, the rush of wind that was brought along with it rustling papers and tossing around junk in the 16-year-old's room. When the light died down, however, there stood a curly-haired demon clad in nothing but his own skin. Black, ox-like horns protruded from the sides of his head, feathered wings from his back, and a long, pointed tail from his hips. His hands were clawed and his teeth pointed, and his eyes glowed with a silvery white, much like the color of the light that had taken him there. He got down on one knee to bow to the girl, raising his head to flash her a fanged grin.
"I am here to fufill your request, Milady."
The girl blinked, seeming shocked that the spell she had recited worked, and then sputtered a bit, knowing that this creature could kill her at any moment; The demon held back a laugh and, sensing her discomfort, filled the silence.
"My name is Jester. As you have requested friendship, I am here for support, protection, and all of the basics. If you have any questions about what is going to happen from this point, please ask me."
"... Am I going to Hell for this?"
At this, Jester could not hold back a dark chuckle at her inquiration. "Yes, Milady. You will be damned in time that, for me, will seem to go by quickly. Until then, however, I am soley dedicated to you and you alone."