"Characters"
1. Lily hart. = 19, sarcastic, messy, college student, majority in art history. She just moved into a creepy, cheap apartment near campus. Loves horror movies and instant noodles
2. Azazel.( zae). = A 1000years old demon accidentally summoned during a drunk ouija board session. Trapped in the apartment lease. Surprisingly hot. Sparky, chaotic, and oddly considerate... for a demon
3. Carla. = lily's best friends. witty, psychic tiktok influencer who's way too calm about demonic possessions
4. Mr. Graves. = the creepy landlord who may or may not be a vampire. Collects antique dolls. Smells like mothballs and garlic
CHAPTER 1: THE LEASE FROM HELL.
Moving day was cursed from the beginning.
The sky was puking rain, her Uber driver wouldn't stop talking about his haunted elbow, and Lily hart arrived at her new apartment to find a corpse colored building with broken gargoyle perched like pegions. It was perfect.
"I'm definitely getting murdered here," she muttered, dragging a suitcase up the cracked steps.
The landlord, Mr. Graves, opened the door before she knocked, smiling like a dead fish. "You're early," he said. "The apartment likes to... settle around new tenants."
"That's not ominous at all," Lily replied, half joking, half wondering if she should've just stayed in the dorms with moldy shower curtains.
The apartment was oddly cold, the walls stained with what looked like either wine or dried blood. A huge pentagram was faintly etched into the wooden floor under a tacky rug. The bathroom mirror whispered sometimes.
"I'll take it," Lily said. It was $500 a month and came with utilities and maybe a portal to hell. Still better than sharing with three roommates and a hamster named Pablo.
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That night, Lily did what any tired college student would do in a creepy new place: microwave noodles, pour a suspiciously generous glass of boxed wine, and drunkenly mess around with a ouija board she found in a kitchen drawer.
"Are there any ghosts there"? She asked, slurping noodles.
The planchette didn't. But the air got heavy. The light flickered. Her Ramen boiled over by itself.
"Rude," she muttered, poking it with a fork.
Suddenly, her eyes burned, the walls trembled, and her stupid thrift- store mirror cracked open--not shattered, but opened, like a door. Smoke hissed out.
And then he stepped through.
Tall, black boots, glowing red eyes, and horns. Like, actual horns curling from his head like a Gothic cinnamon roll. Shirtless. Smirking. Unbothered.
Lily dropped her wine."what in the horny hellraiser is that?!"
"Azazel," he purred. "But you can call me zae. You summoned me, sugarplum."
"I didn't summon anything! I was just trying to ask if there were ghosts here!"
"Well, now there's a demon," zae said, stretching. "Thanks to your Wine-fueled, Ramen-powered ritual. Do you always summon beings from other realms when you're bored?"
"I was drunk, not bored!" Lily snapped.
"Also, put on a shirt! This is not a CW show!"
"I don't do shirts" he grinned. "also you signed the lease. You're stuck with me."
Lily froze. "Whatt?"