Chapter 1 - butter knives and other vessels in which you can ban demons

»My name is Aristes, by the way. Here's my phone number, if you need to call me.«
»Your phone number?«
»Yes. I mean, you could call me by setting up an altar and sacrificing a lamb, but I think calling me via phone is a bit easier. And, you know, less messy.«

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a demon in full possession of his intellectual abilities can not, should not and will not fall in love. Love is a concept invented for humans to give their short life meaning in a universe that doesn't care about their existence. Or at least that's what they tell you in the Underworld.
Which really does not explain Aristes situation right now. Like, at all.

Life as a male witch wasn't easy. Especially when you got dangerously cursed after accidentally summoning a demon. Which was exactly what Jasper did. The second summoning was at least not an accident but went slightly wrong as well - it got him a helping pair of clawed hands (well, sometimes at least. I mean the clawed helpfulness) and something like an involuntary flatmate. Which was not what Jasper had expected but hey, you've got to take all the help you can get when you're trying to get rid of a curse whose sole purpose it is to kill you. Jasper should be glad he survived it til here. And if dealing with a wayward demon was the price to pay, he had nothing against it. Especially when said demon had the annoying tendency to make him laugh and blush all the time.