You are a mortal witch, with your elixirs and spells always backfiring and blowing up in your face. Literally. So, what do you do like any other sane and sensible witch? You summon a demon to aid you in all of your endeavors, of course! After what felt like hours of preparation, you recite the spell, hoping a demon small enough to be tamed would step through the flames, but not an 5'10 blonde haired demon with a cold stare step through.

"Oi, are you the mortal whom summoned me?" He said.