Taemin blinks, looking up at the figure before him.

A tall handsome stranger with intense eyes stares right back at him. The stranger grinned, showing pearly white teeth. At first glance the stranger looks like an ordinary handsome human, almost otherworldly.

But the off-colored skin and eyes can't be brushed off as normal. If not for the horns, fangs, a sharp tail, and stranger surrounded by an dark aura.

A demon.

And all Taemin could do was blink.

The demon's patience must have worn thin, the grin have lessened and its brow furrowed. “Well?”

Taemin frowned. “Well what?”

The demon raised an eyebrow. “You called for me and I have come,” the demon answered. “To what do I owe the pleasure, little one?”

Taemin blinked. And then blinked again. “I did?”

The demon points at the sigil in front of Taemin. “That is the sign you made to call me. I can grant you any wish so how may I serve you?”

Taemin looks down at the wall banner he has been working on for his room decoration. Markers had littered around him that he had been using to color. He had chosen a random sigil from the internet but didn't know what it had meant. All he knows that it would look cool on his bedroom wall.

Taemin nodded. “Ohhhhh... I did, didn't I – wait, how? I didn't do any chants or offer a sacrifice.”

“Intent and will is what summoned me,” the demon replied. “And of course your blood.”

Taemin makes some realization sound. Earlier he had cut his hand by accident when he had retrieved his scissors. The blood must have dropped on the sigil by accident and now a demon is standing in front of him. That's what he gets for playing with scissors.

And ever so slowly the confusion wears off to be replaced by fear. What is he going to do now? Is the demon going to eat his soul? Torture him? Take him back to hell? He didn't even start on his book report! On the bright side he could count on Key to bring him back from hell just to finish it.

Seeing a fearful expression spreading upon Taemin's face is what the demon had wanted all along. The demon smirked and stalks forward, the sound of his dress shoes echoed loudly against the pristine bedroom floor. It had Taemin scrambled away until his back hits the wall with no escape.

The demon bends down one knee to be at eye level with Taemin. Futile because the demon is much taller than the human. “I can give you anything you desire,” the demon's voice turns seductive and low, eyes glowing bright. “I have brought kings to power and onto their knees. I can decimate an entire army that survivors will remember with fear for three generation. I can produce unimaginable wealth and grant even immortality. Your deepest, darkest desire can be brought into reality.”

The demon had moved closer to Taemin until they are only a breath away. Taemin can't seem to look away from the demon, frozen by fear that he could hardly breathe. He doesn't know.

Taemin gulped. “C-can you remove your s-shoes, please?” he weakly asked, pointing down at the dress shoes the demon is wearing.

The demon raised an elegant eyebrow at the request. With a snap the shoes disappeared leaving only black socks on the demon's feet.

The smile on demon seemed to be getting wider. “Is that all you want?”

Taemin's own eyes widened when the demon reaches out with his tail. His breath hitch as the pointed tail human's cheek softly. The demon takes hold of Taemin's hand, never breaking eye contact, the hand that had bled.

“You taste very sweet, I think I'll play along.”