In the midst of the cold, dreary winter of 1987, a young woman in her twenties, desperate for a family, turned to something forbidden. After countless failed attempts at finding a suitable partner, her despair drove her to a dark ritual she had read about in a mysterious occult book. She craved a child more than anything, and in her loneliness, she summoned Asmodeus, the Prince of Lust, offering her blood and flesh in exchange. The demon agreed, promising to impregnate her with a child of his own, on the condition that she never disrupt the summoning circle. Months passed, and she found herself with child, but the presence of Asmodeus grew more menacing with each passing day. The weight of her sin gnawed at her, and in one act of desperation, she destroyed the summoning place, sending Asmodeus back to hell amid his furious screams.

Now, five months pregnant and haunted by the memory of her pact, she found herself in the backseat of a car heading toward an old, eerie mansion in the countryside. The mother of a sick boy named Henry had requested a nurse, and the hospital sent her to care for him. The mansion was rumored to be haunted, but with nowhere else to go, she accepted the position. As she stepped into the boy's dimly lit room, she noticed his frail body propped up against the headboard, his face scratched, his eyes shut. She unpacked her things, feeling her belly grow warm—a sensation that had become disturbingly familiar. Then, a voice—one she recognized all too well—called her name.

Her heart pounded as she slowly turned to face Henry. His eyes were open now, staring at her with an unnerving intensity. His lips curled into a wide, malevolent smile, revealing bloody teeth. It was not Henry who looked at her—it was Asmodeus, possessing the boy, his dark presence filling the room with palpable dread.