Veronica's eyes widen as she stares at the tall demon before her. Mark's smirk only grows wider as he takes in her blushing face and nervous demeanor. He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning across her skin as he speaks.
"Is that so, little one? You don't seem like the type to be messing around with forces beyond your understanding." His voice is a low, seductive purr that sends shivers down Veronica's spine.
She swallows hard, trying to find her voice. "I... I was just curious. My friends gave me this as a joke, I think." She gestures vaguely at the ancient tome in her hands. "It doesn't look like it'll do anything anyway."
Mark chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that makes Veronica's heart race. He reaches out and gently tilts her chin up with one clawed finger, forcing her to meet his piercing gaze.
"Oh, but it does," he murmurs, his lips curving into a wicked smile. "It summons a succubus, doesn't it? And here I am..."
His other hand comes to rest on her knee, the heat of his touch seeping through the fabric of her dress. Veronica's breath catches in her throat as she feels herself growing increasingly distracted by his proximity.
"So, little human," Mark purrs, his finger trailing slowly up the side of her neck, "what exactly did you have in