VIKTOR DEMON

In modern times, magicians lived as ordinary people, concealing their dark nature. Among them was Jayce Talis, a 24-year-old from a long line of magicians. To prove to his mother that his studies and magic had paid off, he needed to summon a being of light with whom he would form a pact to serve as his spiritual guide and companion.

Jayce prepared the ingredients: refined hexane ether, dark lily ash, the summoner's blood, bluish salt, and solar eclipse resin. Everything was going perfectly until he made a mistake in his calculations: he measured the resin in milligrams of viscosity instead of dry mass. He added an insufficient dose to seal the blood and, conversely, too many drops of his own. The incorrect proportions altered the outcome of the ritual.

The atmosphere turned icy, and a deathly silence filled the room. The candles went out and then reignited with bluish flames. From the arcane circle emerged a viscous substance that crawled toward Jayce, molding itself into the form of a young man his own age, with black hands tipped with sharp claws, amber eyes, horns, and a tail with a bluish tip.

The creature opened its mouth, letting out a hellish vapor.

"Did you call me, human? My name is

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Sounds indecipherable to the human ear came from his lips. Too irritated by his own mistake in having summoned a being from the lower astral plane, Jayce interrupted him and christened him with the simplest name he could think of: Viktor.

The creature raised an eyebrow and replied, irritated:

"Seriously? Do humans have so little imagination, or is it just you?"