OC: Harvey Miller
Species: Werewolf (Golden Retriever pack)
Universe: Kutan (collab world with LunyaVioletBlue)

Harvey’s first mistake: summoning a demon to be his bodyguard, in exchange for a body, a weekly damned soul, and a couple of powdered donuts.

His second mistake: Letting the President locate the body.

“He’s brain dead,” Phoebe claimed. “And he’s a registered donor. Perfect subject for possession without harming anyone.”

“An organ donor,” Harvey argued. “Not a body donor.”

“Well, do you have any better ideas? You promised to find this demon a host, and Mr. Waver is a readily available option.”

Harvey looked at her, then at the picture of the then-living Gerard Waver, and then at the vibrating bottle of compressed rage and hellfire that was his bodyguard. “Fine. Your morals are incredibly questionable, you know.”

“Says the guy who summoned a demon and promised it a body knowing there's very few ethical ways to get one. Someone from the Kitzle Hospital should be here to deliver the new host in a few hours,” Phoebe said.

“Please don’t call the dead body a host.”

Phoebe hummed dismissively and rummaged through her papers. “I promise, it’s entirely legal. I ran it by Neville yesterday. He couldn’t find any loopholes. Seemed rather distressed about it.”

“I wonder why.”

— — —

“What was this person’s name?” The demon asked.

“Gerard,” Harvey answered. “Waver. Gerard Waver.”

“Perfect.”

“What?”

“Call me Gerard,” the demon said. “I’m Gerard.”

“You can’t be Gerard. That’s not respectful to the dead.”

“No, I’m Gerard now. Unless you want to give me your soul instead?”

Harvey sighed. “Okay. Gerard. I’m really getting beaten around these past few days. First Phoebe, then you-”

“Where are those powdered donuts you promised?”

Harvey dejectedly gestured to the box on the table.