Smoke and echoes filled the dark chamber, until it felt like a place belonging to another world.
Which is why it seemed so jarring when Apollyon, Prince of the Abyss, Bringer of the End, appeared looking surprisingly human, in jeans and a black leather jacket.
They stood still for a moment, frozen in confusion as their eyes flicked around the room, landing on the bleeding girl in the summoning circle.
"You alright?" They asked.
"No," she replied through sobs. "I'm dying."
Apollyon raised one hand in a simple gesture. The bleeding wounds across the girl's face and arms started to close, leaving only cuts and red stains in the fabric of her white dress.
"Well, now you're not. Best stop crying about it, because somebody needs to tell me what the everloving FUCK is going on here!"
"Obey me, fiend!" Boomed the man in the black robe, the one who held the knife. "I have summoned you! I am your master!"
Apollyon sneered. "Now technically speaking, she summoned me," they gestured towards the girl, now on her feet and crying a bit less.
"I control you! The binding spell -"
"And what exactly were you using to power that binding spell?" Apollyon asked, with a smile that showed white teeth just a little too sharp. "It wouldn't be virgin's blood, would it? Because she's not bleeding anymore, idiot."
"Hey, who are you calling a virgin?" The girl protested.
Apollyon shot her a look. "What are you, twelve?" They asked.
"yeah, well shush." Apollyon stepped easily over the salt line that surrounded the summoning circle.
"I command you -" the man's voice was shaky now, and he took a step back from the demon.
"As was done shall be returned threefold," Apollyon's voice filled the room, echoing off the walls and filling the air. It cut the cultists gathered around the circle, quick, deep gashes opening until they fell, one by one, and the room went silent.
"Fucking assholes," Apollyon muttered. "What's your name, little miss?"
"I'm Summer," the girl replied tentatively.
"Want to get out of here, Summer?"
"Probably doesn't know you snuck out, huh?"
"Well, we better get you home before she notices." Apollyon rifled through the cult leader's pockets and came up with his keys. "If I've got a read on this twat, there's a shiny motorcycle sitting outside. Probably red."
"You're not going to destroy the world?"
"Do you want me to destroy the world?"
"Good. I happen to like the world. It has fizzy drinks, and television, and surprisingly robust public infrastructure for a place run by assholes like him," they gestured towards the body of the cult's leader.
"Anyway, I work for you now."
"What's the price?" Summer asked.
Apollyon raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you clever, knowing about prices and shit?"
"My sister knows about this sort of thing. She's not going to be happy about me making a deal with a demon."
Apollyon waved a hand at the crumpled forms on the floor around them. "The price is already paid, little miss. Bad deaths on this scale will keep me comfortable on Earth for years yet."
"Then you decide if you want to send me back or keep me here. If you choose that option, just remember that there's plenty of people like them in this world, who would happily watch others bleed for a shred of power. Their souls are worth just as much as yours."
"And you'll do as I say? You won't hurt anyone if I ask you not to?" Summer asked.
"Hey, you're the boss. Wanna know a little secret about chaos and destruction?"
"In a world ruled by people like him, chaos is far more likely to shake out in your favor than theirs. Play your cards right, the only suffering I'll cause will be to the people who started it."