It's a hot summer day like any other. My college day went mostly as usual - incredibly boring morning classes, a lonely lunch break, some more boring afternoon classes, and then back home to sweat myself to death in my apartment with the broken AC. But back at my apartment, I have something to do that I care about: I have a room in which I study black magic. The thing is, I'm not very popular. In fact, apart from an old school friend that went to the same college, I have no real friends, let alone a girlfriend. And while there are many things I could do to change that, for some reason, black magic seemed like the most viable strategy. What can I say, I'm not a very smart man sometimes.
I've been studying black magic in my free time for two years now, and while my early attempts were entirely failures, recently, I've been able to manipulate small objects and create small flames, so I'm definitely making progress. But in the end, it's all been building up to what I have planned for today: Summoning a succubus. I've been studying up on rituals, and as far as I understand them, the succubus I summon with this ritual I found will be bound to me and will have to obey my every order. And, well, in my case, that's going to involve fucking, because I'm kind of pent up.
So I set up the ritual circle and light the ceremonial candles. The circle begins to glow a bit, which according to what I read is a sign it's working, so all that should remain now is to speak the incantation. I don't see any way this could go wrong.
"Argathor gernex lagrandon..."
Shit. I forgot the last word. Why the fuck didn't I write them down again? I look around the room and can't spot the book anywhere... and even if I did find it, I know I only have a short time to finish the incantation before everything goes haywire, so I can't look it up either. I think it was something with an "X" at the beginning? Fuck, here goes nothing.
"...Xaran!"
The room erupts in a bright light, and I shield my eyes. Did it work? The light eventually fades, and as I look at the circle again... I see something I definitely didn't expect. What I summoned is definitely a demon. Red skin, horns, yellow eyes, tail... definitely a demon. But... this is a dude. I did do a double take, but now it's clear, this is a guy. And I read that succubi usually wear some sort of sexy leather getup, you know, stuff that's supposed to turn humans on. But this guy is wearing a suit. What the hell did I do?
I run over to the table and quickly flip through the book. "Fuck, where was it, where was it..." I mutter to myself as I search for the spell. Soon enough, I find it, and I curse under my breath. The last word was "zaran", not "Xaran". I almost had it right, but almost doesn't exactly work in black magic. So I turn around, and find myself staring right into two yellow eyes. I audibly gasp and put a bit of distance between me and him. "...what're you looking at?" he asks innocently.
For a moment earlier I was worried that I had something to fear from a messed up summoning, but this guy seems... almost benign. It makes me want to be honest with him. "Um, well, funny story. I wanted to summon a succubus, but I messed up the summoning spell, and now you're here. So, uh, sorry. You are...?"
The expression on his face turned very excited all of a sudden. "Oh. Oh! If you wanted a succubus, that's OK! I can help you with that! I'm Xaran, an incubus! I... I can't do everything a succubus can, but I'll do my best, I promise! Just give me a chance, OK? I swear you'll like it!"
His name is Xaran. So that's why I got him instead of a succubus - the last word in the incantation I said was his name. Well, no matter, I'm going to have to disappoint him. I'm not gay, after all. There's no way he could do for me what a succubus could do. I want to try to let him down gently, but I'm honestly really shit at this sort of thing, so this will probably go badly.
"Sorry, man, but I really don't think that's going to happen. Like... I'm not into dudes. I can't see myself sticking my dick in your ass, y'know." I say, and the moment the words leave my mouth, I know I fucked up. That was almost the worst thing I could've said.
And sure enough, Xaran's expression shatters. The smile vanishes immediately, and he quickly turns around. "Th-That's OK... I... I mean, I'm s-sorry for assuming... y-you did say you w-wanted a succubus after all... of c-course you w-wouldn't want some s-skinny, nerdy incubus i-instead..."
God damnit. I can hear the tone of his voice clearly, and he's absolutely heartbroken. I have no idea what background he has that made him like this, but it's clear to me he was expecting a lot out of being summoned by me, and being denied that... fuck, he's an incubus. He practically lives for fucking. Of course being denied is going to break his heart. I'm such an idiot.
And then, as if to make me feel even worse, he starts sobbing.
"Hey, what's wrong...?" I ask like a dipshit, knowing full fucking well what is wrong. I carefully grab him by the shoulders, turning him around, and as he opens his tear-filled eyes, looking right into mine, I know I have to do something. I can't even think about it anymore, because thinking will just make me do something stupid again. And so, acting entirely on instinct at this point, I