You come from a family with fortune. You've always had very good luck. One night you went to your window sill to see the North Star out your bedroom window. Thinking this was another lucky opportunity, you make a wish, the wish for a guardian angel. After a few seconds of silence you hear a loud thud behind you. You spin around to see a pentagram draw on the floor. It was topped with a tall demon in a mask to conceal his eyes.

"Well, hello, Darling..." He said in a smooth voice.