It was past midnight, the mansion was quiet (suspiciously not burning), and for once, Rei thought he might survive till sunrise.
Naturally, that's when the portal opened on his floor. A circle of glowing demonic runes spiraled into existence under his feet, and before he could scream "NOT AGAIN," he was already falling—gently—through a void that smelled like cinnamon and brimstone. He landed in a silk-upholstered velvet chair with a muffled thud.
"Welcome, my darling," cooed a honeyed voice from across the obsidian table.
Lucivella, the Demon Queen of Desire, dressed in a scandalously tasteful black and gold gown, reclined gracefully across from him with a porcelain teacup held between clawed fingers. Steam curled upward in the shape of hearts, skulls, and occasionally contractual obligations.
Rei blinked. "Lucivella?" he croaked. "Where—why—how?"