It all started off as a small joke when some lady gave him an old book written in a language he couldn't read— It was old and made of leather. He never really looked at it after that the old thing left to collect dust under his bed until now.

Bored out of his mind he found it again not thinking much of it he decided to entertain the idea of this 'summoning' thing. Not believing it.

That was an hour ago, now he's standing before you. The demon that now stood in the middle of his room.