"A pentagram, milk, goat's blood, and fatty meat." the black, worn, spine-cracked book read. "There are the requirements of summoning the demon of lust and greed," followed by terribly smudged words. Presumably where the demon's name would have been. Some kind of fatty meat? Sophie frowned. She hoped that it wasn't to be implied as human meat. Goth she may be, she was no murderer!
She'd found (read: stolen) the beat-up black book from a little antique shop on the other side of town. The fat little shopkeeper there had wanted hundreds of dollars for it, and if it was legit, she could see why! The whole shop gave even Sophie the creeps; the shopkeeper had even given her an odd smile as she walked out, book hidden in her purse. Like she knew Sophie had taken it.
"Well, shit." she said, rummaging through her fridge. The only meat she had was terrible take out pork, left over from weeks ago. Her laziness however, drove her to slap the pork in the pentagram, begin chanting, and hope it would work.
It took nearly an hour of ritualistic incantations, bout just as soon as she was about to give in, the smell of cooked pork started permeating the air. Not moments later did the room go dark, and after a loud, demonic "snort!", Sophie found herself face-to-face with a demon.
An extremely plump, female demon. Demoness. Whatever.
"What the hell." the demoness spoke, surveying her overly-curvy body. "I'm so fat! My ass could block even the pearly gates shut!" she groaned . "And- And there's a pig's tail! And-" the demoness held her fat belly in her hands, and a wet bubbling rumbled through the room. "Huh-BRHAAAAP! I'm gassy as all fuck! What the hell kind of medium did you use to summon me?!"
Medium? Sophie supposed she meant the meat. "Uh. Take-out chinese pork. From, um. The back of my fridge."
The demoness sputtered. "Such cheap, fatty meat! I'm supposed to be curvaceous, not spherical!"
She paused, trying her best to compose herself. "Ugh. I am the demoness of Sloth, Lust and Gluttony. Why did you summon me to the mortal plane?" Sophie got the vibe that this was something of a business introduction.
"Well. I don't really have a job. Or anything. And I was curious. And bored. And horny."
The demoness stared, slack-jawed. "What the hell is it you want."
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