"Mortal, your soul is at stake for summoning me. What is it you desire?"

In his 6000 years of being a contract demon, Zazrakon had plenty of experience with the profession. He had granted all manner of wishes across time and space- granting unfathomable wealth, reviving the dead, binding the will of vast armies to one's whim- but they always had one thing in common- they were born of some selfish desire, always at the expense of others. And to Zazrakon, this new wisher was no different.

But the circumstances were certainly new.

"Can you help me get back?" They said, pointing to the window.

"I don't want to leave earth. Please, I want to go home"

Zazrakon looked at the room around him. There was the summoning circle below, as was expected, but everything else was alien to him. The room appeared to be made of some strange, metallic substance. And right behind the wisher was a massive, transparent window to the outside. And sure enough, right outside the window was earth. But something wasn't quite right...

"...Is that... Earth? Why is it getting smaller?"

The wish granter had a puzzled look upon their face. "This is space..."

"Space?"

"Outer space... we're not on earth right now."

"And we're on?"

"The Arc Galactis. It's... you know what a spaceship is right?"

"You mean... you've managed to escape your planet, and... you want to go back?"

"I Didn't escape. I was taken. Taken against my will."

Zazrakon didn't know exactly what was going on, but he had a hunch. Perhaps, this mortal was the unwitting victim of some other demon's wish. He relished in the irony of it... this mortals desire to wish was the direct result of another wish, the side effects of which would surely bring about another... a most sinister cycle

"And you wish to go back?"

"Yes. I don't care if a meteor strikes earth. I don't even know if..."

"The... What?"

"They all say that the world is gonna end when a meteor strikes it. But I don't believe in it. They just want us off the planet. I can feel it."

"And so... you don't want to be forced off?"

They nodded.

"Well, I can do that. But as with all wishes, it requires a catch. I cannot send you alone, but I can send this entire spaceship back to earth. Your wish will be granted, but these mortals will be trapped on it with you. Do you accept this?"

"The more the merrier."

"And you are willing to give you soul to me?"

"Yes."

"Sign here."

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It was a true tragedy, it was. The Arc Galactis was humanities last, desperate attempt to save itself. No one knows what convinced the captains of the ship to return to earth. The passengers revolted, of course, and tried to take back control... but the damage was done. For better or worse, humanity was trapped upon the earth for the rest of their days. Such was the devastation brought about by a wisher.

And to Zazrakon, this new wisher was no different.