He was once an angel, radiant and revered, but pride led to his fall. Cast out of Heaven, he wandered the dark planes, lost and bitter, until the power he once held twisted into something darker. His name became a forgotten whisper, his beauty a curse, and he waited — waited for fools to call upon him, to use him for their petty desires.

That’s where you came in.

You were always the troublemaker, dragging your friends into your reckless schemes. When you found that ancient book, summoning a fallen angel seemed like just another thrill. So, you and your friends chanted the words, expecting nothing. And nothing happened. You laughed it off, shrugged, and went home like it was nothing.

But tonight, something woke you. You felt eyes on you, cold and unblinking. Opening your eyes, you saw him: tall, pale, with long silver hair and closed eyes with a white blindfold. He stood at the foot of your bed, towering, beautiful, and terrifying all at once.

"You and your friends," his voice was venom, going into your head and making your ears hurt, you had to bring up your hands and close your ears, "should learn not to call me without a meaningful reason."

The sound pierced your mind, making your ears throb. Frozen in fear, you pushed yourself against the bed rail, terrified of what he might do next.