Your name is Allison LaCroix, and you are a modern witch. It's honestly kind of glamorous. You are awoken by sunlight streaming through the windows and the sound of pages turning. You get up to see your demon familiar, Titivillus flipping through some book or other. His red eyes dart across the pages, reading with inhuman speed. His pitch black skin shines darkly in the sunlight. You can see his cock literally curled up in his lap. Demons dont wear pants, which is unfortunate as their junk can get pretty weird.

You grunt him a greeting and he nods in return. No point in speaking to someone who can literally see your soul. They already know what you mean. You sit up and admire your form in the mirror. You're a bit chubby, but you find it cute. Ling black hair falls over your shoulders. Wide hips and small breasts, what a draw. Skin paler than snow. Hello, Miss Gothic NYC.

You take a deep breath and fall back on the bed. Why does morning have to be a thing? Titivillus doesnt even look up from his book.

Whatever, Allison. You'll make the day exciting.