After searching for far to long you finally found something. You could have the perfect assistant, something not bound by morality or logic, all for a price; perhaps your soul, maybe something else. You'd have to make a deal to determine that.

So, naturally, you summoned the demon that you would use. The night was quiet and your room lit only by candles, it even required blood which you didn't hesitate to give up. Everything had gone according to plan.

Now before you stood Paul Verlaine, the demon you had gone through so much effort to summon and he seemed to have no readable expression... As if this was something that occured far to often in his life.