The incoherent sounds jolted Mila to awaken from her passed out state. She sat up quickly within her salt circle and put the back of her hand to her forehead with clenched teeth. It felt as if she had one massive hangover. Her silver-blues  shifted over and she saw that the fireplace was no longer lit. Her body felt ice cold though at the same time she was craving a smoke. Once she pivoted herself to face the living room and the location of where the sounds were coming from, her eyes went wide with shock and was witnessing a horror movie scene right before her eyes.<br/><br/>Was she dreaming?<br/><br/>Immobile, she stared at the grotesque sight, watching a supernatural figure eating his meal of what resembled  a human. She could hear the loud crunching of bones break which resulted in her clasping her ears to block out those spine-chilling sounds. She  huddled her cold form and  thought briefly:<i>This can't be a dream, Mila, you just summoned  Senmiel. But...how did another person come into my apartment? <br/>
</i><br/>She had to stop her brooding and eventually welcome her important guest; however, she couldn't stomach anymore of this devouring act.  Mila needed to smoke, quell her anxiety, and  properly welcome her guest of honor. She looked away as she stood in a somewhat wobbly fashion. She acknowledged the demonic presence and called out in his direction: "I know you are Senmiel, and I really want to talk, but I really need to be away from your meal. I...think this is real...I'm not delusional, right? Anyway, I'll be out on the balcony for a bit to clear my head. I'll take care of the mess later...."<br/><br/>Trying to keep herself poised, she ambled toward the kitchen where she left her cigarettes on the counter. She broke the seal and unwrapped the plastic. and tossed the small piece of trash away. She hoped she was being polite enough. Not that she really needed to be polite to anyone, but Senmiel was different. Hopefully, he'd understand and focus on gaining his strength. She understood well enough that demons that needed to feed. She wasn't completely clueless, but the literal feeding was...surreal.<br/><br/>Before she exited off to the balcony, she glanced over her shoulder as her eyes glinted with delight. Her surroundings, the temperature of her body. All of this was indeed happening. The summoning turned out to be a success and she was looking forward to this new chapter in her life. A most bizarre birthday gift to herself, but it was worth it. She undid the latch and slid the door open to the outside balcony where she could smoke in peace. The cold blast of air welcomed her, giving her that sense of being alive. If any other person dared to do such a thing, they were either damned or just fucked-up crazy. Reflecting back, Mila couldn't believe how calm she was, but then again, she was a weird girl, and a lover of dark and decrepit things. She inhaled the horrible but addicting chemicals that filled her and puffed out a cloud of smoke; she relaxed and listened to the loud, bustling sounds of the city. As much as she enjoyed living in New York, she felt like she was destined to do something greater with herself.<br/><br/>She was now at the demon's disposal and didn't mind one bit about being of service to him. He was there during times of great stress. He was there in her mind. She had suicidal thoughts on more than one occasion and was kicked out just a few years prior. These were traumatic events and yet he was there to keep her well and alive. Of course she felt indebted to him. It didn't matter whether her moral compass would have to be broken in the long run. Humans were just as cruel, and assuming of how Senmiel got his hands on this human, she felt no ill-will on doing what he had to do.<br/><br/>After five minutes, she put out the short bud and went back inside. Miraculously, it was as if the bloody scene didn't exist. Senmiel's human corpse vanished. Either he was very hungry or he respected her wishes and wanted to get down to business. She tugged at her  white robe and flipped her silvery hair hair forward so she could make herself slightly more presentable.  Senmiel could smell the lovely girl, a mixture of smoke and shampoo as she knelt before him, like a loyal servant, unafraid of his true form. She dipped her head and closed her eyes as words came out of her parted lips.<br/><br/>"Welcome to New York, great Senmiel. I, Mila Morrison, have summoned you. Please make use of your time year however you like. I am moved beyond belief." She raised her head now to gaze into his dark, mysterious eyes with wonder. "I am yours, forever."