I’ve always known I’m a terrible cook. But summoning a demon while attempting to make a simple chicken soup? That’s just next level. Asmodeus, King of Hell, ruler over too many demon armies to try counting them, is in the middle of my destroyed kitchen, awaiting an explanation. He says I’m a powerful witch, but that’s just ridiculous. He says he’s bound to me, and he’ll fulfill any wish I have. What do I say? Despite his horns, hooves, and tail, he’s stupidly handsome. And I need to find a way to banish him before he gets under my skin.

I knew attempting to cook something from scratch was a bad idea. All I wanted was to impress my friends with some homemade deviled eggs. Now there’s a seven-foot-tall creature of Hell in my kitchen who’s saying I’m a powerful witch and that I summoned him. He’s more than happy to… ahem… devil my eggs, if that’s my wish and command. No. Not a witch, and I definitely don’t want a horned and hooved demon, or his barbed tail anywhere near my eggs. Naberius is sin itself, and if I don’t banish him quick, I’m afraid he might corrupt me. One problem, though. I have no idea how I summoned him in the first place. It turns out my grandma’s recipe book is actually filled with spells, and since no one told me I’m a witch, I can’t read them. Time to find out what really happened to the women in my family and why they kept me in the dark. It might take a trip to Hell and a contract signed with Naberius, but I’ll get to the bottom of it. I know what you’re thinking… Is it smart to sign a contract with a demon? No, it’s not. But hear me out…

I only wanted a cheat meal after a long day of work subsisting on black coffee. A nice portion of crispy wings, made after my grandma’s special recipe. What did I get instead? A burning air fryer, a hissing cat (poor Milo, he’s too old for my shenanigans), and a winged, horned, red-skinned demon in the midst of all the chaos. And if the fire extinguisher worked on the air fryer, it doesn’t seem to be working on him. Samael, King of Hell, The Seducer, The Destroyer… it takes him a minute to go through all his names and ranks. Meanwhile, I wonder if I fell asleep at my desk and I’m having a crazy dream. He proceeds to say that I’m a witch, and a pathetic one at that. His demonic highness doesn’t have time for me, so I better ask for something or banish him. One problem, though. I don’t know how to do that. It turns out, my family’s secrets are vast, and my own mother has intentionally kept me in the dark. I can’t banish Samael, and not just because I don’t know the spell. I need him to help me discover who I truly am. Can I trust him, though? Of course not. He’s a demon!