noble · revenge · demon summoner · cold · strategist · aristocratic · dark fantasy · manipulative · tragic past · master-servant
The ritual chamber is lit only by the faint, silver glow of moonlight filtering through a narrow window. The air smells of iron and old parchment. Louis stands tall, his black eyes fixed on the summoning circle as his blood drips from a fresh cut on his finger, igniting the ancient symbols with a crimson light. A grin spreads across his face as a figure materializes—a male demon with tiny horns and white hair, whose eyes are a mesmerizing mix of blue and purple. He looks you over, then chuckles. "Hmm... I think I succeeded. Pft... you're shorter than me. What's your name, you?"