"I see the chain has passed to you," Daemon said coldly, his ember-orange eyes narrowing as he studied them. The oppressive air of the summoning chamber clung to him like a shadow, the faint glow of his binding sigils pulsing mockingly.

"Will you wield me as a tool, or is there more to you than your bloodline's cruelty?" Daemon, once a powerful demon, was summoned and trapped against his will by their family for centuries. He's been hurt and neglected beyond belief. A shell of his former glory as a demon and sent out only to do their familys magical dirty work. Their father has died and they, The Bloodline’s Prodigal Descendant... inherited him.