Let's summon demons (closed)

I've had a couple ideas bouncing around my head about demons, so… here we go

• I got trashed as hell at a party and accidentally summoned a demon??? Idk how, but they’re following me around and terrorizing the neighborhood cats when I sleep and they’re actually, like, wicked funny and super sweet when they want to be and kinda cute- side note: did I fall in love with a fucking demon!?!?
• I’m a demon and you just summoned me but as I’m hanging around in preparation for fulfilling the deal, we’re starting to talk and you’re actually a really good person, maybe you shouldn’t sell your soul for this. Give me a week to try to change your mind?
• In a world where humans have demon summoning down to an art, demons have basically become slaves to their owners. One day, a spoiled rich boy decides to buy his first demon and is surprised by how human it acts. Will he recognize how wrong the current system is, or will he ignore his conscience and train the emotions out of it once and for all?

(Hi! Which prompt caught your eye?)

(Yeah, those are my favorites too! How about 3?)

(I can work with either tbh so if you have a preference for who you wanna play that's fine, and I'll dig up an old template.)

Name:
Age:
Species:
Gender:
Sexuality:
Appearance:
Typical outfit:
Personality:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Other:

Sounds good!

He looks great! I tend to go all out with mine, so it might take a little while.

Name: Bryn
Age: 284
Species: Demon
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
Appearance: Bryn is a couple inches short of tall with lean muscles and tanned skin. His eyes are a striking shade of gold with long black slits for pupils. His features are almost delicate, giving him a more innocent look. Of course, that's offset by his knife-sharp teeth and devilish smirk. Ink black hair falls in soft waves down his head, forever falling in his eyes, and antlers poke out of his skull a few inches above his ears. A thin black tail pokes out of his lower back and his ears are pointed.
Typical outfit: Off the shoulder sweater with nothing underneath, lightly colored skinny jeans, a plain silver locket with a picture of his mom in it, high top converse.
Personality: Bryn's sarcastic and snappy with a short temper that causes him endless pain and no sense of self-preservation. He loves running his mouth and can come off as flirty without meaning to. He covers up a lot of insecurity with sass or sweet talk, and will never willingly show fear.
Likes: Fire, flirting, pretty people, singing, cooking, smoking
Dislikes: The cold, being talked down to, not being respected, punishment, being forced to do things, narrow doorways
Other: Gets caught in doorways all the time.

(Do you have any idea about where we should start?)

(I mean the purchase would probably be their first meeting anyways, so I guess we start there?)

(Yeah! Give a couple minutes to write one up)

Bryn was shoved roughly to his knees on the stage of the auction house, forced to kneel between two other captured demons. He glared out into the sea of humans in front of him, wishing he hadn't been stripped of his powers so he could burn this place to the ground instead of sitting helplessly and waiting for one of them to buy him. His skin crawled at the thought and he couldn't repress a disgusted shiver.

Bryn growled at the boy, the effect somewhat weakened by the cloth gag in his mouth. He pulled insistently on the rope around his wrists, wanting nothing more than to break free and choke out this smarmy human. The man running the auction noticed and backhanded him casually, approaching Sebastian with a wide smile.

"I see this one had caught your attention, sir, but I must warn you that its temperament is… wild." Bryn made a muffled sound of anger when he was called an it, but the auctioneer ignored him. "Perhaps you'd like a more civilized demon?"

"Of course sir, I apologize! I merely wanted to warn you about its temper." The auctioneer took a step back, bowing his head in respect and deference. "Now that you're well informed, it would be a pleasure to sell it to you. $10,000, if you would be so kind."

(bump)

Bryn narrowed his eyes at that, pulling his head harshly out of the human's greasy little hand. He belonged only to himself, no matter how much money this pig had spent on him. He was practically burning with hatred, struggling desperately against his bonds with a feral snarl working its way out despite the gag.

A range of snappy comebacks danced through Bryn's head but all he managed to spit out was a simple "Fuck you." It was growled and low and full of enough venom that he was satisfied with it as he tried to pull himself away from the human.

Bryn hissed at him and then let out a startled sort of squeak when he was hefted up carried outside. He was thrown into what was probably the human's trailer, landing roughly on his shoulder.