You were a demon, able to be summoned to anyone to do anything, for a price...

Simon was a lonely kid, one that never really stood or spoke out. He prefered the shadows and was too scared t actually talk to anyone thanks to his father and brother who were constantly tormenting him.

Eventually, he got tired of being alone, but with most of the people he knew, they all thought he was weird for not talking much or the rumors his brother had spread about him, so he had to turn to other motives, to summon a friend.

He waiting for the day, the day he crashed. He was a poor boy, only 15, going through so much and he didn't know how to deal with any of it. So he got a book in the library about summoning angels to protect and make friends with Simon so he could try to get an idea of what to do.

He went to the store, buying what he needed, chalk, salt and finally, he started looking at candles but they were all out of all the colors but red. "Surely it doesn't matter that greatly...."

He raced home, eager to finally have a friend in life. But, when he started the circle at night he didn't get an angle no he got you, a demon known for brutality and harshness. But looking upon the poor boy... well.. "You're not an angel! The candles!" You look down to notice the boy used red instead of white candles...