You were a young warlock. One day, you were testing out a new spell to talk to the love of your life, even though she died. You were young, about 19, and this was a hard spell. You closed your and focused all of your energy until you felt a hand on your shoulder. This wasn't a ghost.. you turned around and gasped. It was an upper demon, Rico. He was prince of the demon world. You backed away, glaring at him. He smirked. "You are very pretty." He walked closer, putting his hand on your neck.