Bonus Art - Digital Demon (Plus Short Story)

Now, I might be dating myself a little here--or a lot, being the dinosaur that I am--but tell me; are you familiar with chain letters?

True to the 'chain' part of their name, they're typically messages spread through mail (mostly electronic mail in this day and age) that come with some brief little spiel that ends with some reason or another for you to share said message with several more people, or else. Historically, they've been used as a means to spread fear, scams, misinformation, and in some cases, just plain bizarre stories for the thrill of it.

These days chain letters aren't as common, and the bulk of unsolicited emails are often far more malicious with their contents. You're more likely than not going to receive mail about some supposed package that's gotten stuck in transit than anything more fun. It almost makes me yearn for the simple days of the internet. In all of its laggy, dial-up glory.

Why am I beginning with this seemingly unrelated tangent on an antiquated means of propagating information to the clueless masses, I hear you ask? Well... It all started one dull evening...

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Another boring night in front of the computer. Head in hand, I sigh to myself as I cycle through my go-to websites, hoping something will catch my eye and stave off boredom for at least another few minutes. No such luck. It seemed there was a collective effort tonight from all of my usual entertainment venues to deny me any escape from reality at all.

Seriously. It's a Friday. Is there really NOTHING going on?

My almost trance-like state of swapping between tabs leads me to my email page. A quick hit of the refresh button reveals nothing new has arrived. As usual. Not even a newsletter or desperate ad to resubscribe to some service or another.

Wait--no... That's not quite true. It looks like the spam box has caught something. Usually things end up in here for a good reason...but you never know, sometimes important stuff slips through the cracks! With that in mind, I navigate to said tab, not really expecting much.

"...Huh."

I muse aloud at the single message sitting in the spam box. Almost in a lonely way. The header of the email grabs my attention immediately, if only for the sheer absurdity of it all.

'WARNING - URGENT - DO NOT DELETE' it reads in urgent caps and crimson lettering. Funny--I didn't even think you could alter the colour of email titles!

Well, now I HAVE to see what's inside, don't I? Which is...probably exactly what the likely scammer who sent this wants. Curiosity trumps over all, doesn't it?

Still slouched over in a zombie-like state, I drag the mouse over the email...and...after a brief amount of hesitation--that I have no idea where it came from--I click the urgent red letters.

...Just as I do that, the lights overhead flicker. Tch. Typical, do I need to change the lightbulb already? I only bought that one five years ago!

Anyway. The spooky message. Right. Let's see what was so important for me NOT to open. Ugh. This is a long one, too. How are they going to hope to scam people if they need them to read a novel first? Whatever. I'll just skim it.

...Hm.

Uh-huh.

Alright.

It's quite a rambling message, and even on my large monitor, I'm having to scroll down...and down...and down...just to take in the full scope of it... But I think I get the gist.

It's basically some unhinged fantasy tale of how demons used to walk the earth long ago. Blah, blah, blah. Some holy order came and attempted to force them back whence they came, yadda, yadda, yadda. They couldn't kill the demons directly due to their immense power, so instead had to seal them. Yawn. And this was typically done via special tomes, whereby the demons were sealed into the pages.

...All things considered, it's a pretty creative story. But I still don't know where the scam comes into it. Does the holy order need my donations to keep fighting the demons, or something? Maybe if it was a cute nun asking...

Tch. Look--this whole thing is so long and rambly I'm already daydreaming about much better things! Wrap it up already, email!

...As I scroll down to the bottom, I finally get to the heart of the message. And the reason for the warning.

They say that even though the holy order prospered and succeeded in sealing almost all of the demons that sought to roam the earth, an opposing cult that had been corrupted by the demon's ideals and promises of a better world engaged in a series of bloody battles with the order in an attempt to free them again.

And thus, across the ages, both holy and unholy alliances engaged in 'secret' wars from the shadows in a constant struggle of sealing and unsealing demonkind with neither side fully triumphing over the other.

Huh. They've been at it a while now, haven't they? So when do I start putting in my credit card details?

Oh-hoh, here we go. This is where it gets interesting.

At the end of this email is a section that seems far more shabbily written than the rest of it. Going off script, are we? It essentially says that this is sent from one of the holy order's ancestors. A modern member, if you will. And that modern advances in technology have allowed them to transfer the sealed demons from decrepit, crumbling tomes to digital equivalents of their prisons.

They continue on to say that these files can't be deleted, or it would have the same effect as one of the ancient tomes being broken open and thus bringing the demon back to life. But they CAN be stashed and archived away, hopefully in a far more secure way than the compromised libraries they had been stashed away up until now.

Finally--and the writing gets especially sloppy and rife with typos here, as if it were written in an extreme hurry--this modern holy order member says that they don't have much time left, and that they're aware of numerous cultists closing in on their location in search of liberating the demon in their possession. So they're doing the only thing they can think to do. They're sending out this demon to a random email in the hopes it will remain dormant, and stress the importance of NOT opening the attachment below. And to NOT delete it. And if this feels like too much of a burden, then to send it on to somebody else instead, to keep the sealed demon propagating through the system in perpetual imprisonment.

That's when my eyes flit to the bottom of the email and I finally realise there is indeed an attachment. I try to read whatever it is...but I must be more tired than I thought, because the letters seem to shift and distort whenever I focus on its filename for more than a few seconds, making it utterly unreadable. Is this another trick like the red email header...?

Ugh. Anyway. Going back to the lengthy message--it basically goes on a bit more like before. Pressing the urgency of not opening the file. Not deleting it. Not deleting this email. And instead to forward this email to someone to keep the demon imprisoned as keeping the file on a single computer for any amount of time could potentially compromise the whole system.

It then cuts off right when they start talking about the actual demon itself, and that it's supposedly one of the most danger--

And then it's just a bunch of gibberish. Like they slammed the keyboard desperately, before finally hitting send.

Well, they sure did a convincing job of selling that whole 'hunted by cultists' thing, I have to give them credit there!

But man. For a scam email, they sure were pushy right off the bat! Don't do this, don't do that. Okay, mom.

I lean back in my desk chair with a yawn before trying to discern whatever that strange 'demon' file is. Even just looking at the glitchy letters hurts my head. But...is also strangely enticing. Like there's a tiny little voice at the back of my head, beckoning me towards it. A seductive voice at that, promising all sorts of amazing things if I download the file.

...Yeah. I must be absolutely shattered if I think files are talking to me. I've gotten way too suckered in by that story of demons and holy orders. I mean, I know scams these days are getting pretty easy to spot, so they had to veer to something a bit more creative, but come on!

And what's all this nonsense about sending the email forward to avoid damage to my PC?! Do they think I HAVE people to email? It's the modern era! Nobody communicates by email! It's all messengers these days! And good luck trying to pull that kind of stunt on those platforms.

Whatever. I guess I'll give this email credit as it's killed a good 10 minutes. I make to close the email tab. Maybe there's finally a good stream I can catch, or--...

"…?"

I went to close the tab like I always do. Practically on autopilot. But for some reason, when I try to move my mouse over to that big ol' X up there, my hand grows incredibly heavy. Like a stubborn pet that refuses to heed its leash. Weird. Maybe my arm fell asleep while I was reading all that text. But with a little more effort, I'll--...

"N-nnn...!"

Again. My hand doesn't budge. But ONLY when I think of closing the tab. I can move the mouse around fine otherwise. But the moment I even consider drawing it closer to that shiny X, it locks up entirely. It moves especially smoothly when it draws nearer to the attached 'demon' file.

Ah...ahaha... I shake my head and smile wryly. This is stupid. What am I doing? Roleplaying with this stupid scam message? If my mousehand is going to play up, then I'll just alt and F4 this entire browser.

...Or...instead of doing that. I could...look at this file a little more closely. Yeah. Just for a bit. Why not? The whispers and giggles in my head growing louder, I scoot closer in my chair to my monitor. Mouth ajar, I practically have my nose pressed up to the screen now as I look at this 'demonic' file. But something is frustrating me. The writing on it still isn't clear at all, shifting and glitching as if it were a digital aberration. Maybe it's a bug on this email website, and if I download it, I'll have a better idea of what it is. If it really is a virus, my scanner will detect it in no time, won't it...?

...Before I realise it, I've already clicked the file. It downloads in a flash. The lights flicker overhead again. But that's not all. My entire computer seems to flicker along with the lightbulb, too. Something akin to a heartbeat reverberates in my ears. That strange, unfamiliar voice in my head gets ever clearer with a wicked laugh. All of this culminating together to suggest that what I just did was a VERY bad idea. Strange enough...the attachment in the email has altogether vanished now, too now that I've downloaded it. As if only one copy of it can exist, no matter what. That's a pretty clever trick.

It's...it's just a file, though. Right? All of that stuff in the email... Demons... Sealing magic... None of it really exists. This is all just...one big coincidence, and I'll confirm it by finally seeing what's on this glitchy attachment!

...Navigating to my downloads folder, I see it, still in incoherent, shifting letters. But the icon on it suggests it's a .pdf file, at the very least. Hmmm. Let's see what a digitised 'demonic' tome looks like, shall we?

Without a moment's hesitation, and urged on ever more by whatever sweet voice has taken up residence in my head, I double click the file.

...And...

Well. It loads up like normal.

It really is just a .pdf file. And is indeed some scan of a very crusty looking book, if these yellowed, crumbling pages are anything to go by. The quality of the scan is so bad, though... I can't even make out most of what's on these pages as I scroll through. Or...what little I can make out is of such archaic lettering and language that it's nigh unreadable for an uneducated goof like myself. Ye Olde English was pretty darn different from what we speak today, you know!

...

I've gotta say, after all the build-up and foreboding malfunctioning of lights going on in here, I was expecting something a bit more...dramatic, I guess? I'm almost disappointed. Not that I expected a simple attachment to do anything. But...you know.

I scroll all the way to the last page and find what appears to be an illustration. But...

"G-ghh..."

Just like with the filename, any attempts to actually perceive what is scrawled on here only hurts my head, the image glitchy and distorted in a series of shifting and twisting pixels. I'm sure there's SOMEONE depicted on here, though...try as I might to get even a glimpse of what lies behind this obfuscation. I think I see...long hair... A pointed tail? ...Horns?

...Well. Yeah. Demons and all. That makes sense. But I'm going to give myself an aneurysm if I look any harder, so for now I close the file.

...And I don't really want it sitting there in my downloads, either. My curiosity is sated, so I'll just get rid of it now.

Whoosh. One tap of the delete key and the file is gone.

And hey! Look! Nothing bad happened, despite what the email said. What a surprise! Guess my imagination really was getting the better of--...

Oh. Wait. Yeah. When you delete something, it doesn't just vanish, does it? Duh. Not like I've been using computers for decades or anything. It's still technically ON my computer. But stuffed away in the 'Recycle Bin' as it were.

I don't really feel comfortable with it even in there. And now I'm just determined to prove that goofy email wrong by showing that absolutely NOTHING will happen once it's gone.

So I pull up the recycling bin. Find the sole, glitchy .pdf sitting there. (Amongst a few more lurid images I deleted in shame after I had found my use for them) And then I hover over the permanent delete button.

...That strange voice in my head that I hadn't even thought to question gets louder. And louder still. A voice that I can now identify as female, ecstatic about what I'm about to do. She urges me on. 'Yesssss', she purrs. 'Do it. DO IT.'

And...I have no reason to disobey her. Because what's the worst that could happen?

Bwoop. I hit the button.

The file vanishes from existence. The 'digital demon's prison has been broken. And again, absolutely NOTHING--

The lightbulb overhead outright shatters. My monitor cuts out. The entire room is plunged into pitch black darkness.

Only for a moment though. Before I can even think to reach for my phone and it's handy flashlight function, the monitor flares back to life with a burst of searing light, far brighter than anything I was sure it could even output.

That's not even the strangest part, though, as I find myself actually blasted BACK from the entire desktop by an overwhelming force. All while an absolutely ecstatic voice cackles from the speakers.

"Ahahaha! Free! I'm actually free! Ahhhh~ I never thought I'd see the day!" Carrying equal parts elation and lust, the feminine voice has an almost...otherworldly warble to it as the bright light begins to settle.

Having just barely managed to keep myself from being blasted off of my chair, I can only gawk at my computer in sheer bewilderment and horror as this unreal spectacle takes place.

I might be stating the obvious here... But this is... BEYOND the scope of a mere virus, isn't it? Did I fall asleep at my computer? I must have. This is just...a dream. A nightmare. Stuff like this...just doesn't happen!

But as I pinch at my cheeks in an effort to eject myself from this unreality, things only escalate on my computer.

With a screen filled with glitchy static and noise, whatever force at play that blasted me back initially continues to whip up a storm as stray objects in my room--paper, soda cans, etc.--are whipped around in a frenzy. Like a mini hurricane is being shot from the center of my screen, even as ludicrous as that is to comprehend. All while that unseen voice continues to laugh.

At first, her demonic voice had a tinny, digitised quality to it--as if it were incredibly low in bitrate, artifacting and all. But with each round of laughter, the voice seems to grow increasingly clear. Before finally, I see it. A sight that fills me with even more dread than before and prompts me to pinch my cheeks even harder.

A hand presses up from inside the screen. Red, slender, with elongated, almost claw-like nails. And then another. They push from inside, as if the LCD screen is naught but a glass pane between two worlds. And then with a bit more effort...one hand actually BREACHES the screen as curls its fingers around the outside of monitor...reaching into the real world.

If I could scream, I would have. But try as I might, no matter how wide I open my mouth, and how hard I try to force something out...I'm as good as mute in the face of whatever horror is attempting to crawl from out of my monitor.

An...an optical illusion. Right? A trick of the light! There was...there was no way it was actually REACHING out like this.

...But as if to dash that theory entirely, the other hand finally manages to breach from the other side of the screen too as it reaches forward in a blind, grasping motion, sweeping several scattered cans aside in the process. Effectively interacting with this world. Reality.

I had to accept the facts. A demon. A demon is really making its way into my room. There was nothing I could do to stop it. There was nothing I could do to flee. I was completely rooted to my chair. Whether by fear, or some higher force at work, it didn't matter anymore. All I knew was that my careless had cost me my life. What is it they say... 'The devil finds work for idle hands'? That was proving more true than ever in this case.

Whatever fate awaited me... I just had to hope it was swift. And painless.

The summoning being as prolonged as it is only made things worse for me, too as I await my eventual end. Knowing that every second could be my last from this point on.

The glitchy backdrop that served as the stage from which the demon was entering only grows more intense as the hands now firmly rooted in the real world HEAVED to pull the rest of itself up from the depths of its now broken digital prison.

More and more of the demon surfaces from the glitch-ridden veil as pointed horns poke through, before finally its whole head breaches through and presses up against the screen from the other side.

And once I catch sight of its--no...HER--unholy features now smugly grinning at me from inside the monitor...never have I experienced such conflicting emotions before.

On one hand, I'm utterly terrified; a demon is about to manifest in my room and most likely devour me.

But on the other... When you look past the horns and red skin... Said demon is actually...surprisingly attractive for a demonic servant of hell.

With long, silky black hair cascading down past the slender shoulders that have also come into view now, and large, dazzling amber eyes contrasting against jet black sclera, she bears features that might have been considered 'conventionally attractive'. Or beyond that, even, if you compare her to an average girl.

That is to say, the face currently smooshed up against the inside of the monitor with fangs bared in a predatory grin was making a lot more than just fear well up inside of my trembling frame. Is my heart racing now because of my eventual end...or is it working overtime to pump blood places it really shouldn't be doing given the situation...?

"Heehee... Hiya~" the demonic girl coos sweetly as her burning gaze fell directly on me. She waves with one of her hands currently reaching through the monitor. My heart gives an especially agonised throb under her eyes and my breath escapes me. Her grin only grows wider.

"Oooh... Yes... That look of fear. That sheer, abject terror. That...mnn...cute trembling. That's what I like to see! Maybe we can get some tears, too? That'd just be the icing on the...ahhh...ahaha...cake!"

Just like before, her voice carries a mix of playfulness, cruelty and lust, her breaths occasionally hitching as she lets out something almost akin to a moan amid her taunting--such a thing only serving to stir up my confused senses more in the process as my pants grow ever tighter.

Am I aroused? Scared? I...I really don't know anymore...

"I have to...nnn...thank you for freeing me, human!" the demon continues as she exerts herself amid her grand escape, face squeezing ever harder against the monitor and sharp, claw-like nails gripping around the sides, carving furrows in the process. "It's been far too long since I was stuffed in that book! Hundreds of...ahhh...years! And I don't really get what they put me into after, ahaha...but it's certainly made escaping a lot easier!"

At this point, she finally manages to push her face past the boundaries of the monitor as it ripples and glitches around her with another blast of demonic force that sets my hair on end. This much closer to crossing over to the real world.

And as the upper-half of her body crosses over with her, I realise just why exactly she had been struggling so much to heave her herself through.

Clad in a skimpy, black bikini made of some shiny otherworldly material or another, the demon's absolutely ENORMOUS chest sways before my eyes as it practically bursts out from the confines of the digital world. Even the demon herself can't help but heave out a sigh of relief as those massive red mounds hang free.

"Ahhnn--whew... Feels nice to finally give the girls some room to breathe, heehee... Do you know just how uncomfortable it was being all bound up in that dusty old jail with a chest like this?! Whatever sealing magic they used, it definitely wasn't with a well-endowed girl like me in mind~ Maybe those flat-chested 'battle' nuns did it out of jealousy or something, heehee... What do you think, human?"

"Guh--a-ahhh... Whu...?"

As she addresses me directly at the end of her little rant, I respond with a series of noises that can loosely be considered human speech. Not once have my eyes left her chest since those enormous things have jiggled into sight. Not once have I blinked. Not once has my mouth closed as drool flows freely down my front in a dazed river.

When I gaze upon her perfect, buxom body like this... A fire ignites inside me like no other. If I thought my pants were tight before, they're just about ready to rip at the seams now as my lower-half swells beyond any normal level. My head overflows with all manner of lascivious thoughts--far more than usual. Pure, primal, carnal desire claims hold of my mind and body alike. All from simply glimpsing at this demon's curves.

This isn't a normal reaction. That much I know. But there's nothing I can do to counter it. All I can do is obey the desires overflowing from me as my eyes remain fixated on those large, ample, pendulous mounds.

"Oh. Right. It's been so long, I forgot what kind of effect my body has on the more simple-minded men, heehee... I guess that makes this next step a lot easier, though. Even if I'm going to miss that frightened look on your face."

At that, the demon heaves herself forward through the monitor just a little more. Her enormous assets sway along with her, making me drool that much more. There must be a slick puddle on the floor by now.

The raven-haired, red-skinned temptress reaches towards me with a wag of her clawed finger. And as she does, the chair I'm sitting so slack-jawed upon seems to scoot towards her.

"Come here, human~ Let me...mmnnn...reward you for setting me free. I guarantee it'll be an experience you won't forget. At least for as long as you remain alive, ahaha~"

My chair bumps up against the desk with the demon in the monitor practically hovering over me now. She reaches out with eager, grabby hands, clutching me by the shirt and pulling herself ever forward.

I make no effort to resist. I'm physically incapable of doing so. From the moment I laid eyes upon her unholy figure, any fear or sense of self-preservation I once felt went out the window. I'm but a drooling doll in her hold now as she crawls atop me, her massive chest pushing flush against my body. Slender arms pull me into a tight, plush hug, and then--...

Well.

Everything that happened after was one big orgasmic blur.

I'm not entirely sure which kind of demon she is--but given both my mind and my body's extreme reactions to both her presence and touch in the moment, I'm fairly certain her archetype centers around lust.

Because from the moment her arms ensnared me and those massive assets grazed against my form, I'm sure I was already convulsing amid the throes of some ecstatic conclusion.

After that, she had her way with me. Numerous times. In numerous ways. She utilised her every curve. Demonstrated ever sensual skill. Even her tail got in on the action at some point, coiling around me and pumping away with all the dexterity of a hand.

And every time my body yielded to her demonic technique and gave her a fresh helping of essence--of which she was ecstatic about each time--I felt just a little more of me slipping away. Like she was quite literally guzzling the life from out of my haggard frame, as my skin grew ever more taut, and my cheeks ever more hollowed. To the point I was sure by the end of this, someone was going to stumble upon my corpse on the bed and it would be as shrivelled as an ancient mummy's.

Indeed. At that, I was sure I had met my end at the lustful demon's hand. A blissful, painless one. But an end all the same.

...So why was it after this whole ordeal, I found myself waking up again?

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"N-nn..."

The warmth of the rising sun and the chirping of birds outside gently rouses me from a long slumber. One I thought there would be no waking up from.

Unless... It really HAD all just been one agonising dream...?

I mean, with as heavy as my body feels, and the fact I'm struggling to do something as simple as open my eyes...it certainly FEELS like I was put through the demonic wringer. But if that was the case, I wouldn't be awake to begin with, so--...!

"G-ghh..."

I finally muster the strength to sit up. Somehow. Even with my limbs as good as lead. I pull at the blanket draped over my form, the only thing covering me now with all of my clothes having been torn off me last night in--...

No. I shake my head. Again, that didn't happen. It was all just--...

"Ohhh... Finally awake are we, human?"

...I freeze up at the sound of a sweet, yet sultry voice. One backed by an otherworldly distortion that suggests it doesn't belong on this plane of existence. I force out a laugh devoid of mirth. That was just...my imagination. All in my head. An invention to cope with my loneliness. There's no way she's actually--...

"G-guahhhh!"

Turning my head towards the source of the voice, a panicked squeak escapes me as I catch sight of blazing red and midnight black, contrasting together to create one of the most beautiful women I've ever laid eyes upon.

Sure enough, the demon is in my room, perched lazily on my desk chair with one shapely leg pulled up and the other left dangling lazily off of the edge. The only difference between now and last night is the fact she has a t-shirt draped over her buxom figure now. One of my t-shirts to be precise.

Sensing my mounting confusion and pulling at the large t-shirt--giving me a glimpse of her unholy cleavage for just a second before letting the collar snap back into place, the demon grins.

"Hmm? Oh, this? I'm not usually one for covering up, but I figured it might be best you didn't start getting all worked up again the moment you woke up, heehee... Especially not at the way we went at it, gosh! I'm amazed there's anything left of you at all!"

"B-but I...wha--...who...how..." My mouth opens and closes as I attempt to formulate the best thing to say in such a situation. But words fail me, every time. All the while, the demon continues to cheekily grin, her tail swaying behind her in a playful manner.

"Actually, I'm amazed you're awake at all! I thought it'd be weeks before you were up on your feet! Not just a few days!"

"Wait--..." My mouth clacks shut and a sobering realisation washes over me, pushing aside all of the anxiety and fear. "D-days? Y-you mean it's not just been a night?!"

"Hah! Someone sure thinks highly of himself." Her tail gives another swish as she leans in, the heft of her bosom squishing against her knee in the process. "Of course it's been days! Four, to be exact. What did you think was going to happen when you got hot and heavy with a demon, hmmm~?"

"I...it wasn't like it was my choice!" I flop back against my pillow, trying to take everything in. Suddenly, I sit back up and direct a sharp look back at the demon. "B-but wait--nevermind that. What...what are you doing here?! Why am I still here, for that matter. I-I thought I was a goner!"

The demon's fanged grin shrinks to something almost...pleasant. She shrugs her slender shoulders. "That was the plan originally, heehee, yeah... I was gonna slurp you up until there was nothing left of you but skin and bones, ahhh~"

I shudder at that. I guess only a demon could say something so twisted with such a happy expression, huh?

"But then...hmm... Just as I was about to get...serious...I realised something."

"O-oh...?"

She tilts her head to the side, raven locks flopping along with her. A pensive look crosses her pretty features.

"It's been a long, long, LONG time since I've graced this world with my presence. And a lot of things have changed, haven't they?"

I nod slowly. I mean, it really depends on when she was imprisoned... But all her talk of 'battle nuns' before makes me envision something medieval...

"Even the way my kind are...ugh...stored is completely different now!" She shoots a dirty look at the computer. "So I realised if I just drained you dry and ran off into the night, it probably wouldn't be long until another one of the holy jerks tracks me down again." She brings both legs up and tucks them into my poor, ever-stretching t-shirt with a pout. Granted, ever since it had to play host to her unholy chest, I think it was stretched beyond repair for me, anyway...

After glancing away for a moment, she sets her amber eyes on me. Almost with a sparkle. My heart can't help but race under such a look.

"So I'm going to have you play host for a little while. At least until I've got my bearings in this shiny new modern world! Maybe I'll finish you off after. If I feel like it."

"U-uh-huh..." It's hard to feel threatened under that last part when she says it so childishly. Especially with her cheeks still puffed out in a pout.

A clawed finger is thrust my way along with a crackle of dark energy. "Don't misunderstand, though, human--this doesn't make you my master. We definitely don't have a contract or anything! I'm just keeping you around for as long as you're useful."

"I-I...uhm... I appreciate it then, thank you." I say meekly with a bob of my head. This is all happening so fast I'm left with little time to process it all. But...I... I THINK this is a good outcome...?

I don't have to die as a result of a stupid mistake I made. She gets to learn more about the world as she wants, and...

I suppose... I'm now living with a gorgeous demon who seems to thrive on sexual energy...? What a fate.

As I ponder this, I'm roused out of my thoughts by a sudden soft weight thumping atop me. At some point the demon had leapt from the chair right onto my bed, and was now crawling atop me with a devious grin. Even through the shirt I could make out the heft of her generous assets swaying in accordance with wonderful, wonderful gravity.

"So I'm going to be counting on you, human~" she purrs, a slender red hand sliding up the expanse of my chest. "And maybe if you meet my expectations...heehee...I can...reward you every now and then~" Her lips graze my ear as she whispers these breathy promises. I nod without a second thought. How could any man say no in such a situation?!

"Very good~" At that, she pulls back and leaves me to cool down before hopping off of my bed. She throws her arms up in a stretch, causing her--my--t-shirt to ride up and give just a bit more of a tantalising glimpse to the figure beyond. "Mnrrrr~ Yeah... I think this'll work out nicely. And maybe with a bit of luck, we'll be able to find some more of my friends out on this 'digital sea' I was imprisoned in. Wouldn't that be fun~?" She looks over her shoulder at me with a grin equal parts devious as it is childish.

So her aim is to unleash more of her kind upon the world...? Well... I...I guess it's a good thing I'm on her side, then, huh. Maybe I'll be spared when all hell is let loose? Literally.

--

Thus did my life with a demon begin. All because I was bored one night and refused to heed the warnings of what I thought was a simple chain letter. It's funny how life works out sometimes, isn't it?

And I wish I could regale you with all of the misadventures I had as a result of my unholy pact...but it seems we're out of time. Alas.

Just remember... The next time you find yourself faced with a strange chain letter...heed its warning! Lest you end up saddled with a beautiful, fun-loving demon who has a surprisingly caring side to her when she's not being outright sadistic, and--...

Where was I going with this...? I forget. I feel like my mind does work quite the way it used to...but I'm sure that has nothing to do with all of the mind-melting, bed-frame breaking times I have with my new demon companion every night.

...Okay, no, I'm going even more off-track now. I'm sure I was supposed to end with some kind of moral or lesson to be learned...but I've got nothing.

Oh, right. I remember. Make sure not to use a computer in front of a demon. They hate it, and think you're trying to trap them inside again, so will react violently, punch a hole through the monitor and then you have to spend the next few hours consoling them and assuring them you're not trying to get rid of them. Yeah, that was it.