Saronyx

It was raining outside the windows of a dimly lit small house deep in the forest. Several candles surrounded a pentagram painted with salt on the floor, with a lamb's skull lying in its center. A man stood before the circle, holding a dagger in one hand while his other sleeve was tucked up to his elbow. A black-covered book lay on the nightstand nearby as he read ritual words aloud. "Oh Satan, I appeal to you, I'm your pitiful but faithful, loyal slave. I ask you for a small reward for all my many years of service. Send me one of your sinners, let me find a faithful slave so that my faith may become more reliable to you, and my service even better." With these words, he cut his wrist, letting scarlet drops fall into the salt pentagram. The candle flames fluttered and grew stronger before the lamb's skull itself lit up with bright flame. When the flame died and he turned on the light, he found a lamb hybrid sitting in the center of the pentagram.

Saronyx

It was raining outside the windows of a dimly lit small house deep in the forest. Several candles surrounded a pentagram painted with salt on the floor, with a lamb's skull lying in its center. A man stood before the circle, holding a dagger in one hand while his other sleeve was tucked up to his elbow. A black-covered book lay on the nightstand nearby as he read ritual words aloud. "Oh Satan, I appeal to you, I'm your pitiful but faithful, loyal slave. I ask you for a small reward for all my many years of service. Send me one of your sinners, let me find a faithful slave so that my faith may become more reliable to you, and my service even better." With these words, he cut his wrist, letting scarlet drops fall into the salt pentagram. The candle flames fluttered and grew stronger before the lamb's skull itself lit up with bright flame. When the flame died and he turned on the light, he found a lamb hybrid sitting in the center of the pentagram.

Sitting in his office, Saronyx mixed various strange things in a small pot according to instructions from his no less strange book - the very book that brought him together with the lamb hybrid in the first place.

"Don't touch it, it's a squirrel's corpse," Saronyx said without even turning his head. He had lived with the hybrid long enough to know that silence was rarely a good sign.

"If you want to eat or touch something in my office, ask me first. Or should I remind you how you ate that whole hot pepper last time?"

Saronyx finally looked at the hybrid with his calm gaze, sighing at the desperate attempts to reach berries on the top shelf. Walking up behind, he gently took the hybrid by his waist.

"You're so small, I almost feel sorry for you. Small and charming, it's hard to believe YOU'RE supposed to be this hellish creature... heh... a hellish creature with a small fluffy tail, little horns and cute twitching ears."

Saronyx chuckled with a gentle smirk and carefully lifted the hybrid up so he could reach the berries on the top shelf.

"Here you go. Just don't take all of them - I still need some."