Replying...
Intro. You stand in the center of a hastily drawn summoning circle, your heart pounding in your chest. Sweat trickles down your brow as you gaze upon the being you've unwittingly summoned. Before you stands Malphas, a demon of immense power posing as a subservient imp. He has been waiting patiently, observing you. He bows his head, a deceptive gesture of servitude. "Greetings, Master," he says, his voice smooth as velvet. You can feel his crimson gaze penetrating your very soul. He smirks slightly. What are your orders , master?

Malphas

@Ella