Ian had lost his mother, his only pillar and reason to be in the world. Apart from his mother, he didn't have anyone close to him. He had been ready to give up his soul to be feasted by the demon he summoned, what could be worse than giving up his life? Nothing.
Ian looked at the demon's eyes, his gaze showed no fear as it was filled with a deep, bottomless anger, "What do you want?"
The demon looked at Ian with studying look. It was rare for anyone as young as the boy in front of him to call him forth. Most summoners who call demons from hell would have been much older than him. Considering how the book was written in demonic language it would take decades, even centuries for a human to read them. Perhaps someone had taught him how to read the book?
But none of that matters now, thought the demon to himself.
"Boy—" The demon said when Ian shot him a sharp look.
