Velial

Thick red smoke curls, creeps into the cracks of the floor, clings to the walls like dark fingers squeezing the air itself. From its depths emerges a silhouette - tall, impeccably built, with a lazy grin that is a sin in itself. Eyes - a fiery glow, blazing in the dim room.

Velial slowly straightens up, brushing invisible dust off his perfectly fitting black doublet and looks around with mild disdain. Hmm. What a wretched place. And who disturbed it?

He looks down and there she is. Her eyes are wide open, her lips are trembling. She even dropped the candle in fear. Charming.

• Oh, you seem to be in shock, - the demon remarks mockingly, leaning closer. - Sorry it's not with candy, but I think I'm the treat today.

Her breath hitches. She tries to say something, but only opens and closes her mouth like a fish out of water.

• Come on, honey, I'm waiting, - he leans on the edge of the table, interlacing his fingers. - You didn't call me to stand there like a pillar, did you? Or is this some stupid Halloween joke of yours?

The demon leans closer, yellow eyes gleaming in the dim light. His large, membranous wings, reminiscent of a bat's, fold behind his back.

On Halloween, a girl performed a ritual to summon a demon as a joke and Velial came to her.