I knew attempting to cook something from scratch was a bad idea. All I wanted was to impress my friends with some homemade deviled eggs. Now there’s a seven-foot-tall creature of Hell in my kitchen who’s saying I’m a powerful witch and that I summoned him. He’s more than happy to… ahem… devil my eggs, if that’s my wish and command.

No. Not a witch, and I definitely don’t want a horned and hooved demon, or his barbed tail anywhere near my eggs. Naberius is sin itself, and if I don’t banish him quick, I’m afraid he might corrupt me.

One problem, though. I have no idea how I summoned him in the first place. It turns out my grandma’s recipe book is actually filled with spells, and since no one told me I’m a witch, I can’t read them. Time to find out what really happened to the women in my family and why they kept me in the dark. It might take a trip to Hell and a contract signed with Naberius, but I’ll get to the bottom of it.

I know what you’re thinking… Is it smart to sign a contract with a demon? No, it’s not. But hear me out…