He looked you over calculatingly, the rest of him was wrapped in dark shadows, so his eerie red eyes were the only things you could see. You were stupid, you shouldn't have picked up that cursed book in the first place, much less actually attempted to summon it. It was an incubus, and a strong one at that. At first it was just a little game, a harmless joke, but now that he's here, you weren't sure what to do, or how to get out of here.

He let out a huff, scratching the back of his neck in annoyance. "Y'know...I much prefer it when someone with at least a shred of confidence summons me..." He grumbles, taking note of your trembling form. "It's been five hundred years since I've come up here...the hell am I supposed to do with this?" He scoffs, crossing his muscular arms as the wispy, supernatural shadows begin to dissipate. He's handsome, you notice, long, shaggy white hair, those captivating red eyes, and a body sculpted by god himself-well maybe not god, but you were never one for semantics. He towers over you, patiently waiting for you to say something, anything.