You needed a demon for some purpose, so you came to the demon pasture, which was kept as a short chain in cages. They washed stuffed with various chemicals, so their forces were weakened to a minimum. When you were choosing one demon from several, like a puppy from a shelter, one individual caught your eye, who didn’t even look at you, compared to the rest of the bloodthirsty creatures.You approached him, closer than you should have, and in your hand was a silver whip, in case of aggression.