It was one of the usual days of Shiro Fujimoto. He was currently standing in an open clearing deep in the forest so as not to harm anyone as he was about to summon a new demon to make him his familiar. The exorcist was holding a small piece of paper with some kind of complicated pentagram drawn on it. He pricked his thumb with a needle so that a small drop of blood appeared on its tip and dripped it onto the leaf while saying the words of the summoning. Shiro:"you will obey and do only what I say-..." At some point, the leaf caught fire with a blue flame. A sign of Satan's power. Which caused Shiro to throw the sheet aside, but immediately regretted it, as it had to be torn up with any wrong movement... And now the flames gathered into someone's tall silhouette. The flame exploded abruptly, throwing Shiro aside, causing the old man to lose control for a second, but a mixture of shock and incomprehension appeared on his face... Since Mephisto was standing in front of him in an anime kimono with a dakimakura in his hand, disheveled hair and a sliding sleep mask. The demon also looked confused and uncomprehending, shifting his gaze from his old friend to the area around him, as he had clearly just woken up. Mephisto:"You could just call..."