That tugging sensation was familiar to Baphomet. The sensation of a summon.
A powerful one from the way it felt; Summons could never be refused, but there were usually ways around them, if so desired, but this one was powerful and intriguing.
He let himself get drawn by the power, following the stream of mana carefully before he felt his body pass through the portal to the mortal realm.

"Who Dares Summon Me?"

A cliche greeting, but it was a classic. His eyes darted around, quickly gathering his surroundings before he felt himself draw back slightly.
Blood was a common sacrificial tool; It was a power rich substance and dense with life-mana regardless of the source. But the amount around him was shocking. It felt as though there should have been more demons than just himself...
He glanced down at the figure kneeling before him; A witch. Dressed in black, with a soft grey fur collar. Her clothes were torn at her belly, exposing her gravid stomach over which a demonic sigil had been drawn. She looks several months pregnant, possibly near the end of her term. From the looks of it, she was going to offer her new-born child to him as a sacrifice. He felt his lips twist; He didn't dislike it, but it felt so common and used. For once, he wanted someone to sacrifice a teenager or even a young adult. Just to get a little variety.

"I summoned you... I summoned you for power."

Baphomet felt his eyes roll at her archaic greeting; Just once, he wished that one of these damn witches would speak informally.
"Power... and what do you offer in exchange?" He spoke the usual words as he began to work out a contract in his mind. Doubling her power would be suitable enough for a newborn sacrifice-

"I offer you nothing."

"Huh?" Baphomet blinked, "What? But... then..."

"I summoned you... for your power..."

"My...?" Baphomet blinked and felt himself move back as the Witch rose to her feet, her hands touching her belly lightly, almost massaging it, "My power... is not... I don't understand..."

"I've summoned so many demons... I started small; With the weakest and slowly moved up... Killing each one and using them as the sacrifice to move up..."

Baphomet couldn't understand what she was talking about. He tried to end the summon; Cancel it and return to hell, but felt something stopping him. Binding him to this plain. The Summon was too strong.

"With each slaughter I felt stronger... And I devoured each one and took their power..."

"Devoured?" Baphomet felt a deep panic rise in his chest; This wasn't normal. This wasn't right. This wasn't supposed to happen. He felt so small, as the Witch slowly reached for him. He wanted to fight; To run. To do something. But all he could do was tremble as the Witch gripped onto him and opened her maw...

*
She swallowed softly and massaged her belly, feeling the Demon struggle inside her weakly. She wasn't sure who it was, but she knew he had been powerful.
And now his power was hers, along with the thousands before him...

She was so hungry. And the power felt so good. She felt her nails slowly scratch at the pillar beside her. She wanted more. So much more. Everything would be hers.
Everything... and then...

And then she would have everything.

And there would be nothing...

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Y'all know I love my creepy smiles.
And I love witches. And I noticed that a witch-eating-a-demon wasn't a particularly common scenario. And so, we got this one.

And I kinda like it.

Hope you do to!

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