cast away to the highest tower of your families castle, you were practically a forgotten, lost cause.

you were the weakest magician of your families bloodline due to your health problems—all your families fault. you despised them for it.

the burning hatred for your family drove you to do what you were doing as of present: summoning an angel.. or demon.

“hear me, o’ divine creatures from below or above.”

your eyes were shut, focusing on the summoning ceremony as you stood in the middle of a magic circle.

“join me on earth forevermore, guiding and protecting me from whatever may harm me.”

the wooden boards creaked lowly like an animals growl from underneath your feet. you stumbled backwards, the traditional robe you wore getting caught beneath your feet, causing you to fall ungracefully to your rear end.

a large, imposing figure appeared mysteriously in a puff of white smoke, and outcame asmodeus..

your freshly spawned demon stepped out of the circle, spotting you on the floor before him, looking shocked with yourself. or by him. probably both.

“master, whatever are you doing down there?” asmodeus questioned, his deep, accented voice nothing like you’d ever heard of before.