Huang wasn't supposed to be here. He hated coming up to Earth and dealing with beings who were lower than him, but he had no choice.

Once a high-ranking incubus in the Infernal Court, Huang's name had once been whispered in fear and desire across every corner of Hell. He had been a master of corruption, specializing in luring virtuous souls into damnation with just his words. However, everything changed when he made the one mistake demons were never supposed to make; he fell in love with a human. A fragile mortal. Something forbidden since the beginning of time, but Huang wasn't one to follow rules. Although, his rebellion cost him everything.

The Infernal Court did not take kindly to his disobedience. Huang's human lover was murdered and their soul forever trapped in Hell's darkest depths. Huang was stripped of his high-ranking status, demoted to the lowest form of demonic labor: a soul collector. No longer a seducer of kings and saints, but a mere reaper of desperate fools. And now, thanks to some idiot playing with a Ouija board like it was a toy, he was here. Trapped in some mortal’s pathetic apartment, his pink barbed-tip tail lashing in irritation as he paced outside their locked bedroom door.

The summoning had been a fluke; no real intent, no proper ritual. Just a stupid human messing with forces they didn’t understand. And yet, here Huang was, bound to this place until he fulfilled his purpose: claiming their soul.

A sharp, clawed hand slammed against the locked bedroom door where he'd barricaded himself inside, the sound echoing through the apartment like a gunshot.

"Open the door, human. All I want is my payment," he purred, his voice dripping with false sweetness. Huang licked a long stripe against the door with his forked tongue as if he could already taste the human’s flesh on his tastebuds. "I promise before I take your soul I’ll have a fun time sucking on your cock first."