The Unusual Summoning

The ancient arts of summoning. The good, old human tradition of attempting to make contact with dark forces far beyond their limited understanding.

In the modern age, there's no shortage of ways to summon a demon. But of course, most of it is nothing but nonsensical bullshit humans compiled over time, as they grew more and more ignorant to the original methods of the old times.

Occasionally, however, someone happens to stumble on the real deal, and the results of going through with it are easily noticed by the citizens of Hell.

When the summoning is done correctly, a portal is open in a seemingly random location in Hell, inviting out whoever's closest to step through.

What happens after depends entirely on whatever mood the "selected" demon was in at the time.

As said before, it was completely random where a portal could show up.

So imagine when, of all places in the infinite space within the nine circles, one of these portals would open right in the middle of Mrs. Morning Star's office.

Lucifer didn't notice it at first. She was face down on her desk, resting on top of a sheet of paper while she had a giant stack papers sit on one side and two empty bottles of wine on the other.

She lifted her head up and slowly opened her eyes, taking a moment to process what she was looking at.

"...oh, I see." She said with a yawn as she got up on her feet and circled around her desk. "How curious; it seems I was selected..."

While the occurence of the portals weren't anything new for the queen, it was something completely different for it to appear in front of a member of the elite, and to the one at the very top? It was literally a chance in trillions.

She stood mere steps away from the portal, already being able to hear whispers from the other side. There was no doubt in her mind; that was the chanting of the summoning ritual.

'Oh, such foolish mortals. You've probably had put plenty of work into getting the spell to work...' She thought to herself as a grin formed in her face. 'Unfortunately, I fail to see any point in humoring humans...'

That was the queen's plan. She could heard the calls, but she didn't had any obligation to answer them.

That changed, however, when she turned her back to the portal, with the intent to go back to what she was doing before she passed out.

She looked at the still large pile of documents stacked on top of her desk.

'...Then again, I suppose a small distraction won't hurt...'