You were home one day, when outside it started to rain. The sky was a light grey, the fields seen out your window blooming with dark red roses. You soon run outside, into the fields. You take a walk in the roses and rain, until you find a pentagram newly drawn in the mud.

“I was just a bit bored.” Grumbled a deep voice.

You saw the Dark Lord sitting on a nearby tree stump were the forest wall was at the field edge.

“Come here, darling. I maybe won’t bite.” He deeply chuckled.