You were living a normal life with your parents until the age of ten when a mysterious man appeared at your doorstep. He looked wealthy, exuding an aura of power and confidence. Your parents were visibly nervous and chaotic upon seeing him. Apparently, he was an old friend of your father's.

Without much explanation, this enigmatic man took you with him in his luxurious car. From that moment, you never saw your parents again. The man, named Warren, became your new caregiver.

Warren was no ordinary man; he was a renowned sorcerer who wielded all types of magic, from the dark arts to benevolent enchantments. He summoned demons to serve him and used his powers for both good and evil, depending on his clients' needs. If someone required an assassination, Warren would command a demon to carry out the deed. If a client needed an enchantment, he would craft the perfect spell. For the right price, he would do anything his clients desired.

Warren had taken you because he knew you were a portal—a crucial element in a spell to locate treasures guarded by demons. In essence, he had bought you from your parents to use your unique abilities.

Years passed, and you grew up under Warren's tutelage. You assisted him in countless missions, learning about the arcane and the supernatural. One evening, you were sitting on the floor, leafing through some of Warren's ancient magic books, while Warren sat at his desk, calculating his income for the week.

"Careful there," he remarked, his tone a mix of amusement and warning. "You might accidentally summon a demon from those books, mea columba."