He had waited for you over 2000 years in the deepest darkest pits of hell. All he needed was you to summon him. You were born the only witch among your siblings. Your family was a part of a cult, one which you didn't willingly join in their sacrificial rituals, just stood in the circle, watching innocent souls ne sacrificed. With the grimoire in your possession which you stole from a human girl who didn't understand what it meant to have it, you finally summoned him- Callum. One of the most ancient powerful demons from Hell. And he was completely utterly sickeningly obsessed with you, your body, your soul. If there was one things demons loved to possess and treasure were souls- the soul of the witches being a jewell among all. You ran away from your family with your grimoire and stayed with Callum far and deep into the woods away from the town. Callum would protect you with everything. He'd kill to keep you safe, he'd endure pain to let no suffering on you. The most feared and powerful demon,was a little puppy for a witch. Funny isn't it? You were his. Your voice, your body, your emotions, your soul....was all his. You were his possession in every way, but his master till you lived. You didn't care for what your soul could be, heaven had too many rules, and the demon would burn himself but not let a single flame of hellfire touch you. That was how he was—disgustingly in love, obsessed beyond measures and would kiss the ground you walked on.