A demon appears. He looks like a young adult human with dark blue wings and a matching knee-length tail, barbed on the end. Wearing blue jeans and oddly brandless sneakers.

The man scrabbles backwards, face a rictus of shock and fear. 

"- so, this is why they tell you to make sure you write all the words before you finish the circle part," says the demon. "It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you. Can I get you anything while I'm here?"

"What are you--do you mean it--can you do cows--"

"Uh. Sure? Demonic cows, anyway, why do you want them?"

"For food--what does demonic entail?"

"They won't be very smart, which is really ideal if you're going to eat them. Is this some kind of religion I haven't heard of, don't care for vat meat?"

"...I don't know what that is." 

"...you can't just be completely off the grid, you've obviously had angel work done, where is this?"

He hesitates. 

"Dunwich, Massachusetts." 

"People in Dunwich, Massachusetts have definitely heard of vat meat even if they are Amish and the Amish do not summon demons. I'm confused."

"We share that in common." 

"- okay. Are you urgently hungry right now, should I be getting you lunch before we figure this out?"

"It's not urgent on a scale of minutes." 

"If it's urgent on a scale of hours we can talk while you eat, dude, what do you want?"

"It's not me who's hungry," he says, slowly, seeming to have to force the words out. 

"Okay, who have you got? If we're talking an entire small country it really might take me a while."

"Me," a soft, papery voice says out of seemingly nowhere. 

"I'm more confused now."

A sound like an elephant stomping its foot echoes from a place on the floor not far from right under where the voice came from. "I'm invisible. It's normal. As normal as anything can be, with me. With us." 

"An invisible what?"

"We're both half-human. If there's a word for what our father is more descriptive or scientific than 'god' we haven't found it." 

"Well. You eat cows? Do you care if they're braindead?"

"I used to eat normal food," she says wistfully. "Back when I was small enough that a human-sized meal was more than a morsel. But cows work. Braindead is fine." 

Braindead cow lying on the floor.