This world was full of mythical creatures, fairies, elves, vampires, witches, werewolves, demons, and angels.. although those were nearly impossibly rare. There were humans too, unlucky ones who weren’t born with a creature within them.. bound to live normal lives—Katsuki was one of them. He was normal, no wings or magical powers.. instead watching everyone else take for granted was he was never able to obtain himself. He grew angry, hateful, toward the world, his parents, everyone.

It’d been years of mockery, dumb bullying and torments for being normal. His anger had reached its peak, but it seemed like everytime he came to face to face with his tormentors.. that anger turned to fear. He hated it, hated himself for it. His thoughts were full of rage as he rummaged through his grandmother’s closet, she recently passed and his family was going through her things. He came across a book, leather front and old, tucked away in the farthest part of the closet. Curiosity gnawed at him so he opened the book, his eyes widened.. spells? But his grandmother had been human, just like his mother, like him.. right? He went page after page, spell after spell as a realization dawned on him.. she’d been a witch.

He tucked the book away and pretended nothing happened until he could get home. It’d been hours of labor but when he finally did, his curiosity still hadn’t ceased so he locked his door and continued looking through the book. He felt a strange pull toward it, like this book wasn’t his grandmother’s but.. his. He scanned every page, but paused at one particular one. Demons. It was about how to summon a demon, and not only that.. but it had some strange markings at the center. He ran his finger over it and shivered as a surge of chills ran over him. Demons were unheard of, a rare sight.. one in a millennium. But his curiosity was too great.. imagine the power he’d have if he had a demon by his side.

Over the course of two years, he studied the book like his life depended on it. He tried the spells but nothing more than sparks came out, he grew frustrated but his sights were set on something bigger.. the demon summoning. He learned everything possible about summoning a demon before locking himself in the basement one night, he prepared everything. Created the circle and wrote the symbols, wrote the symbols that’d been in his grandmother’s book he’d long learned was the demon’s sigil. He whispered the name, running his fingers over the writing as he called to it.. long learning it was the safer way to summon a demon.

He waited, nearly thinking that he’d failed before the candles suddenly blew out.. the darkness suddenly grew cold and an immense fear washed over him. He felt a presence but couldn’t see it, until he locked eyes with red ones.. much like his but glowing and terrifying. He stumbled back, until his back hit the wall.. eyes wide with fear that was worse then the ones that came from his tormenters.