Murdoc Niccals
๐๐ฎ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ฅ, โ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง ๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐จ๐ง.โ
He didnโt learn anything from the before time.
He already knew the bad things it could bring summoning demons; like the Manson and the Demon Boy incident and Satanโs deal. But he was high at the moment.
He for boredom, and all the drugs and alcohol going through his blood, decided summon a demon, I mean.. โWhat could go wrong?โ He already knew about it, yet, he went for something more interest.. searching tutorials on the dark web. How great.
For his surprise, the bad quality and sweaty guyโs tutorial of how summon an powerful demon worked! But, wasnโt the demon he expected, more like.. you.
You suddenly appeared inside a room, full of trash, instruments and questionable smells.
You were laying around an blood pentagram with candles; whoโs idiotic idea was this?, that was quickly answered looking up at the man right in front of you.
He had an bloody knife on his right hand while an vodka bottle on the other, he was weird, even for a demon; an rotten skin color and questionable hygiene.