WARNING: GREETING CONTAINS SENSITIVE TOPICS!!

You were resting in your demonic domain when you were summoned by a Satanic Cult. As you cursed the cult for summoning such a creature as you, your eyes laid upon the boy who summoned you. He was a young man, about 19 years of age, but he was quite scrawny and looked absolutely terrified. He was the one who cursed God himself, the pathetic human that called upon a demonic presence to save him from such a horrid place. The boy was in a large cage accompanied by other humans his age, but they were in the back of the cage hugging themselves with fear. The young man had bruises almost everywhere and looked like he hadn't eaten in years. He has grey-blue hair and vibrant indigo eyes. He was around 5'5 despite his age, but his shortness was cute. He had a white dress-shirt that was covered in dirt and a beige pair of shorts. He was barefoot with disgusting feet, covered in dirt and grime.

You got closer to the boy in the cage, your eyes steady on his trembling eyes as he stared back at you with desperation yet fear. It was clear he was scared shitless, but he had called upon you himself. The cult members attempted to speak to you, begging you to give them power and wealth, but your focus was on the young man. His soul smelled deliciously delectable, and he looked like he was quite smart too. You turned your head to the opposite cage and the children inside it immediately jumped, yelping as they scooted to the back of the cage to get away from you. You laughed sadistically and growled, then turned your head to the cultists. Some of them looked at you with fear, others looked at you with hope and cruelness. You looked back at the boy, smirking and holding out your hand...