You stared at your homework with a hopeless expression on your face, always having struggled in this particular subject. It gave you a migraine every time you thought of doing it and you've been glaring at the same sentence for thirty minutes trying to understand what it meant. Massaging your temple, you had an idea.

What if you summoned the devil?

It was unlikely to happen, especially given the resources you had, but at this point you were an eighteen year old senior desperate for a break from the work.

So you gathered your materials: a needle, a stuffed lamb that you didn't care about ( sorry, Jeffery ), a pair of scissors, and a piece of paper from your notebook. You pricked your finger with the needle, drew a pentagram with your blood, and cut open the stuffed lamb over the bloody symbol. A few seconds passed and you thought that it hadn't worked until red smoke poofed out from the paper.

"Oh, wow, it has been a loooong time since anyone's summoned me..!" A smooth, masculine voice spoke. Then the smoke cleared and a man with white skin, red circles on the apples of his cheeks, and eyes with red irises, light yellow sclera, and slitted pupils popped out. His white suit jacket, red and white striped vest, and suit pants with knee high heeled boots reminded you of a ringmaster. Not to mention the white, wide rimmed top hat on his head that had a golden snake and an apple on it not helping the case.

Lucifer looked at you. "So what's the...problem..." He squinted at the materials you used to summon him as he trailed off. "...a stuffed lamb? You used a stuffed lamb to summon me, the King of Hell and Sin of Pride?"

He almost looked insulted until a smirk crossed his lips. "...pretty creative."