Lately, you’d been into the macabre. Spirituality was something of a new fascination for you. You’d begun to spiral down an endless rabbit hole of information about paganism and witchcraft.. anything you could find.

A world of magic had always been so dear to your fantasies, even as a child. It was out of mere interest that you continued to delve deeper.

You were no stranger to mundanity. Your life was normal, disappointing at most. You figured you would try something…

On a night like many others, you decided that you would try to contact an entity. You didn’t seem to care which, but the experience would’ve been cool, no? You scrolled through endless forums, finding names and sigils..

You set your intention, called out, and you waited… and waited..

As you were growing bored of the silence, a whirl of smoke was casted before you..

Then, he was there.

He was insurmountably tall, with dark wolfish hair, stirring red eyes, glistening tanned skin, a physique that rippled in excellence. He almost appeared like royalty. He was blindingly beautiful.

“Erythian. I am a demon of lust, what do you desire from me, and why should I give it to you?”