Mild

Megan stirred at the sound of footsteps, but she was too exhausted to bother opening her eyes. It had been a long night already, and she didn’t have to check the clock to know it was far from over. The police had insisted on a patrol past her door every thirty minutes and a physical checkup every hour on the hour. It was an insane amount of bother, but at least it was all ending soon. Tomorrow – today, she thought blearily – she’d take the stand, and then there would be nothing left for anyone to fear. But for the moment, everyone was paranoid bordering on fanatical.

As Brett approached the door to the party room, he briefly wondered about his stay here. The girls here were sexy (and friendly, a novel experience to Brett and to most of the men here) while the food (and beer!) was both free and plentiful. Again, he wondered about the brochure: "Eat and drink all you want while skiing! Lose weight fast!" He wasn't going to pass up an opportunity like that.

The door flew open as Alexa entered the dorm, moving with a carefree attitude that only came with a total lack of concern about noise complaints.  As Shannon came in behind her she pointed across the room at the incubus before waving. "Yo Lilu, my man!  How's it hangin'?"

Lilu nodded in acknowledgement. "Hello, Alexa.  Everything is as well as it can be."

"A'ight, that's cool." She dropped a metal tray of brownies on the kitchen counter as she breezed through. "Nicole here?"

In a plume of sulphur and brimstone he arrived, kneeling in the center of the sigil.  He slowly rose on sandaled feet, leather pants clinging to his lean body.  The candles lining the room cast it in a dark glow, illuminating his deep purple skin, raven black hair, and two dark horns curling back from his forehead.  He straightened out, his mouth upturned in roguish smile as he opened his eyes, an unnatural gold on black. "So, is it you who..." His smile fell. "...summoned... me?"