Shuttles aren't due for another two months. There have been petitions for them to show up sooner, with supplies and extra O2 containers and places for refugees. They have been denied. Favoritism towards one colony over another would breach international treaties of fairness. Without it, they will probably reach the point where they don't have enough oxygen to support everyone. In such an event, administration might be forced to pick a district to - to stop breathing. Respectfully, with a thousand apologies, with all of their last wishes followed and all children evacuated from the area. The resulting casualties would be heroes. But dead they would be.
This is unacceptable.
Adana's a summoner, she does not have to stand for this. Fairies would be completely useless in the situation, and every summoner and their mother is summoning an angel to convert unnecessary items into plants or oxygen. She hopes it will be enough, she honestly does, but she's done more math and doesn't consider the percentage of it working high enough.
But there is another thing she could summon. Something that could just make air, or better yet - a space station or lunar colony that isn't lacking in as much funding as her pathetically run-down home of Bartalamos. She finds design specs from the space station Harmony, tweaks them a bit to shove aside the focus on 'science' and more on 'habitation' and adds lots and lots of places for hydroponics. She checks it over, twice, deems it to be better than Bartalamos, and then - then she is going to summon a demon.
Demons have a certain reputation about what they will trade their abilities for. To put it succinctly: a person's soul, or - certain sexual favors. Adana isn't sure if the soul thing is even possible, but she is not going to take the warnings lightly. She locks herself in her room with her specs and hammers out which is a better option: getting raped or losing her soul or possibly both, or hundreds of deaths.
Not a difficult choice.
She draws up the summoning circle shortly after, hands shaking. She is thinking of how to bind the demon to not speak unless it's about the contract, but then there's an announcement over the comm. It is about how every person on this colony has a duty to their fellows, and that if in the event that there must be a - Adana can't help but call it a slaughter - to save the lives of everyone else on the station... Then that is their duty, and they will be remembered.
Adana skips trying to bind what the demon says. She hasn't summoned a demon before and hasn't needed to with the angels or the fairies she's kept to, and looking it up would waste valuable time. If she's tempted out of her soul, fine, it's worth it, she'll give it up in a heartbeat if it means someone's mother or brother or uncle can keep living. She is careful about making sure the daeva can't get out or do anything that is not part of a contract they set. Nothing that she cannot get legally, nothing that is not hers - other lists. Other things, that she can't give up, that go into every summon.
(There is no clause that says, 'You cannot demand I have sex with you' or 'You cannot demand my soul' - Adana doesn't dare, not when the demon might say no.)
She finishes the circle. Then, shivering - she sends out the call to summons.
He shuts his book and lets the summon catch him.
The first surprise is that this is a sloppy job. This summoner is lucky they got him and not any of a dozen demons he can think of who consider humans fun to scare. Or maim.
The second surprise is that it's a sufficiently sloppy job that they're letting him talk, and that's nice surprise.
He turns a pleased smile on the pretty demon-summoner. "Hi! I'm Cam. How can I help you?"
He flexes his wings - they're dusk-blue, and match his barbed tail, which was added almost out of whim some ninety-five years ago. The wings are unimpeded by a shirt, and the tail has plenty of freedom of movement over low-slung exquisitely fitted jeans in just the same color.
Then another warning blares and she remembers why shirtless hot demon guy is in her living room.
"Can you," she says, "make any of the following; new oxygen filtration system, enough plants to keep a lunar colony from suffocating for at least two months, or a space station, complete with shuttles, to evacuate refugees from a lunar colony into?"
"In order - presumably, yes, aaand - given blueprints or a couple weeks," says Cam, "no problem. Plants are easiest of those in terms of what I'd need template-wise to go off, since I've done plants before, but maybe too slow in the quantity you're looking for if the alarm's going off already. They'd be one at a time."
She doesn't ask what his price is. Adana has decided in advance that it doesn't matter, and she is not going to give herself a chance to back out by listening to whatever he wants as payment. He is not allowed to demand her life, he's not allowed to demand she hurts someone or steals property. So it's only her, that will be hurt.
There are colonists, on the way to the shuttle bay. They stare when they see her and her daeva summon. But she is obviously a summoner, obviously not wasting time with them, obviously business-like and possibly likely to unleash demonic wrath on anyone who crosses her. Staring is all they get, people make way for them out of fear. That is perfectly fine with Adana.
He's making modifications, mapping the inputs for the vehicle's various behaviors onto a set of buttons that he did in fact learn to operate out of an old video game. The mapping's close enough; there are features that aren't covered but he doesn't expect to need them and he can always flip up the panel to reveal standard controls under it if he wants them.
He hops into the pilot's seat when he's through; it took about a minute and a half given the adjustments.
"I imagine you'll have to direct me to the exit and calm down whatever passes for air traffic control."
She sits in the co-pilot's seat. It has comm access - she directs Cam to the exit, and then tells the people in charge of this sort of thing that she is a summoner. Yes, a summoner, yes she just summoned a demon, no she will not cause trouble with him (they call Cam an 'it' several times but she is very insistent that he is male) and here is the identification number for her summoning license. They are cleared to go in record time.
He drives them out of the shuttle bay and up into the sky. "You need a license to summon now? Somehow I missed that. Do they make you take a certifying exam? Pay fifty lunamarks?"
"Oh, people want demons for all kinds of icky things, we get much weirder assignments than I'm led to believe angels do, although perhaps less idiosyncratic than fairies. I'm glad most of us don't know how to make pocket nukes, because there's some who wouldn't blink at it."
Pause. She can't help it, she's - he seems so nice, maybe the standard payment method is just a terrible rumor, she doesn't know.
".... I um. I do have to ask - what sort of - thing would you like me to pay you, um, with?"
Her body language has changed entirely from 'friendly summoner with a sense of humor' to 'please do not touch me.'
"...Oh, damn, I'm - okay I have no practice managing the stereotype because usually no one lets me talk, but in addition to not a soul-stealer, also not a rapist, okay? Calm down. I mean, those exist, they're commoner than the ones who will solicit souls, but I'm not one."
He parks the shuttle in orbit around the Earth in her choice of spot. He picks up the blueprints and peers at them. He makes the shuttle bay, complete with shuttles, around them, and when it's made and sealed and full of air he pops the cockpit and hops out and walks down a hall that comes to exist in front of him. It leaks air, but he's faster than the vacuum and it looks dramatic and it's fun to walk down a corridor towards empty star-spangled space that's filled with more hallway just slightly before he steps into it every moment.
The summoner's welcome to follow him if she likes.
"Is mini-gravity good enough for you or do you want me to put a mini black hole in the middle?"
"Not via black hole, I can't, it's going to be one mass fits all - I guess I could nudge it a little closer to part of the ring, but not by much and not by enough to make the severalfold difference. Somebody who knows more engineering than I currently do would have to invent properly science-fictional artificial gravity first, then I could copy it."
And lo, there was gravity.
He flies on rapidly conjured air back to the airlock and lets himself back in.
"... I realize now that I haven't told you my name! I'm terribly sorry, I'm Adana. Adana Sanders! Thank you for being wonderfully helpful!"
Then she realizes what is happening and wonders if there was another reason that demons are typically confined to two phrases. That's a bit of a terrifying thought. He could be lying and trying to persuade her to take off the summon's constraints.
Adana quietly decides that she will not do that. Even if he is being really helpful and is cute and shirtless and everything, he still gets to keep the constraints. They're not unfair, he can still talk.
Her face doesn't flicker in the slightest while she comes to this conclusion.
"Sure!" she agrees.
"I don't get summoned often enough, there's not much to do in Hell besides socialize and fly around and read and throw parts of my house into my black hole so I can replace 'em. All of these are fine activities but they aren't the sort of meaningful I like best." Plants plants plants plants. Many kinds. Labels accompany them: potatoes wheat tomatoes broccoli kale corn zucchini rosemary arugula -
"I can't, actually, pick up a whole living room. Some demons go in for enough body modification to be able to do that kind of thing but in my case it's more chainsaw it to bits a wall at a time and feed the bits to the pinhole and sweep up the debris and then I get to make a new one. I usually have a few layers of different sorts of wall treatment on a room before I get that bored with it, though. When my black hole gets inconveniently big I'm going to chuck the whole house at it and start again from a higher orbit."
"Yeah, the angels have one up on us for recycling. Hell rejoiced when the black hole was discovered. Incineration was the previous state of the art for decluttering. We're not pyromaniacs, we just don't want to have to abandon cities under heap of used crap every few decades. Although it's not like we have to wreck stuff, we could in theory even use human reclamation methods for the relatively garden-variety creations, just - it doesn't stay useful indefinitely and who wants to bother with a compost heap when you can just make perfect plants without the fertilizer step?"
"Also demons, angels, fairies, and their assorted metaphysical parts. I consider more than just humans people, I am a responsible summoner. Except when I freak out and make a terrible circle to summon a demon because I do not want people to die. Which reminds me! Have you made the comm, yet?"
She is having an absurd amount of fun with this. Absolutely absurd. She is possibly going to have something horrific happen to her sometime in the future due to demon, but she has probably just saved hundreds of people, so she doesn't care. For now, anyway.
Plop. Adana goes into a chair once he departs.
She checks to see if her hand is shaking. The answer is yes. Yes it is. It's not like she's done this sort of thing before, she is kind of frightened. If things go well, if they go exactly as planned - she will be directly responsible for the health and well-being of several hundred people. Which is kind of scary, because if she screws it up, people die. And, of course, if things go terribly, she will be any combination of raped, soul-sucked, dead, or get lots of other people killed.
No pressure, or anything.
and then goes looking for Adana again.
"Hi," she says, still typing. "I realized that I will need people to keep this station afloat, I am trying to get a list of who is necessary and work from there."
Adana names a reasonably nice model of computer, and leads him to where they will be put! Her employees will be getting offices, when she employs them. With money she doesn't actually have. She'd ask him to make her a ton of gold and jewels, but unfortunately that's illegal. Damn the bastards that were worried about the stability of the economy.
"Okay," she says, once that is all done. "If the shuttles are all fueled, then I think we are good to go."
Once on the colony, she waves to several people that are expecting her here. She needs pilots, and lo, there are pilots. She had a few more talks with the administration of Bartalamos. They are still organizing the refugees themselves, but the pilots were easy enough to retrieve.
Pilots are ferried to the space station, given their shuttles, and then they head off to retrieve refugees, complete with summoners to summon angels to check over Cam's work and fairies to help everyone move in.
Then she is out of things to ask Cam to do.
She lets out a shuddering breath and flops into a chair. She is out of things for Cam to do. Time to leave - manic pixie dream land and head back into the real world. The real world where she could die, get raped, lose her soul (whatever that even does), or get a large amount of people killed.
"Okay. So that was ludicrously huge, and - ... Well, what do I owe you?"
"I mean, this was huge, so as large a list of books that exist as nicely organized as possible, but there shouldn't be any need to spend more than an hour or two collecting it and putting it on a datastick for me. Please don't be scared." He drops into a sort of nonthreatening squat, wings folded, tail still.
"Okay," says Adana quietly. "I-I'm trying not to be scared but I have run out of things to distract myself with and now I'm - worried that I might die or get people killed or... Or..."
She sniffles a little, then looks away and rubs at her eyes. "A- A booklist I can do, that's - not bad," she mumbles.
"Horns are less popular again than tails - they make it complicated to do anything with your hair and if you want to get rid of them they're particularly awful to saw off - even if you make them totally nerveless, your skull's not nerveless, it's unpleasant. Sometimes somebody will turn up at a party with barely-attached hollow 'costume' horns but I think a majority of demons don't have them as permanent accessories. And as you can see I haven't added a set. So I'm not itching to make the obvious jokes."
"At some point, some demon - I do not actually know who, though presumably he or she is still kicking around - made a very large, very thick plane of gold. It has roughly sixteen times the surface area of the Earth and it's thick enough to give it Earthlike gravity and then some. It's convenient to have something like that, but the fact that it is made of solid gold is incredibly stupid. Most of the populated areas have layers of more usefully malleable things like dirt and water and so on, you know, planet stuff, on top, a mile or two thick."
"So," he says, "not that I'm not having fun talking - because I am and you should absolutely re-summon me if you need more demoning done - but how long are you planning to keep me, and is there a reason besides my stunning charisma? I'm not missing an appointment, I'm just curious."
"I'm used to it, you know. I've been answering summons for a hundred fifty years when I could get them, and you're the politest summoner I've ever had. If you want my express permission to send me home you may have it whenever you want; I don't prefer to overstay my welcome in your space station."
"You're welcome. I know angel culture principally by reputation - I'm not friends with any, so I don't try to beat my way past throngs of demons who are - or the larger throngs of demons who think we should all shun them permanently - when we get a concordance with Heaven. Are they really that - twee?"
"... Kind of twee? I mean they have personalities and there was one who was incredibly unpleasant to work with, but overall they are helpful people. At least the ones I work with, anyway. I have a few angel friends, I'd introduce you but I'm pretty sure they would be upset with me for summoning you, letting you talk, and not putting you back at the first opportunity."
Also she wants to be sure that he can be put back safely. If he goes back and can't hurt her, then - then she supposes she can summon him for non-emergency situations. It might be a more long-term play, but at least once-summonings won't kill her and gives a net helpfulness. She knows who he is now, she doesn't have to worry about picking up demons that are terrible. So, no getting raped.
That is definitely a net gain.
She doesn't think she will make summoning demons a habit, but - perhaps just the one. Space stations are useful things to have, after all. There are probably other ways for an altruistic summoner with a helpful demon to help people. Adana will have to look into it.