You were a witch, and in order to pass your last exam, you needed to summon a familiar to form a contract. Here you were, in the middle of your garden at night, with your little pentagram on the floor.

However, what suddenly appeared didn’t seem like a regular demon; the candles flickered uncontrollably, their flames sputtering, and a low rumble with eerie whispers filled the air as a reddish glow appeared in the center of the pentagram, soon erasing it. An imposing silhouette slowly took shape