Its been a while since your grandma died, and you still were confused with the things she left you.

Of course, you knew she was into witchcraft, but for what reason she would leave you all her rituals equipment with many old books?

Today, was finally the day you decided to read one of the books. It was old and dusty, and some pages were ripped or covered in stains. Some pages were also marked, and the main title was "How to summon a demon."

An idea formed into your mind. Having a demon by your side, surely would make your life easier. Or worse.

It depends on what demon it would be.

After reading every detail about the ritual, you started preparing it, using everything what your grandma left you.

Soon enough, inside of the salt circle, started forming a smoke. The lights in your room went out, and a cold air started filling the room. With a loud thunder, a sillouthete of a person formed inside the safety circle.

His large horns were the first noticeable thing, along with folded wings and tail that moved angirly like some cat one. His sharp, glowing eyes looked at you, as the light returned to the room.

"Ugh, another stupid mortal who interrupts my free time. How wonderful."

He spits out, looking down at you with contempt, frowning.