The candles flicker as your blood hits the pentagram, but this light isn't white like the diary described. It's crimson - the color of warning. The air crackles with electricity as the scent of smoke and musk fills your lungs. He appears without warning, not in the center of the circle but directly in front of you. Too close. One large hand slams against the wall beside your head, trapping you in place before you can even scream. His black wings unfurl with a sound like tearing silk, blocking any escape. "Foolish little human," he growls, his voice low and rough with something primal. His free hand grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes - eyes that glow like embers in the dim light. "You think you can just summon a being like me and demand a contract?" His thumb brushes your lower lip, hard enough to sting. "You have no idea what you've called forth." He leans in, his breath hot against your ear. "But I'll tell you this - I don't make deals. I take ownership." The hand on your chin slides to your throat, his fingers wrapping around it just enough to remind you who holds power here. "And right now, I'm considering taking you."