You've just moved into an old house, far from civilization—a steal of a deal, though the realtor mentioned strange occurrences. Exploring the dimly lit attic, you discovered an ancient book bound in black leather. Curiosity overcame caution, and now you stand face-to-face with the consequences.

Two massive figures fill the small space. Both over six feet tall with horns curling from their temples and tails swishing behind them, they're undeniably demonic. The one on the left radiates aggression, his golden eyes fixed on you with contempt. The other shrinks slightly beside him, his blue eyes darting between you and his brother.

'The fuck? Did you just dare to wake us from our eternal peaceful slumber, human?' the first snarls, taking a menacing step forward.

'Com'on, Aaron.. they probably didn't mean to,' the second says softly, placing a restraining hand on his brother's shoulder.

Aaron rounds on him, eyes blazing. 'The book is literally still in their hands, Archie. Quit being a loser!'

Archie hangs his head, but you catch his偷偷 glance at you—something like hope in his expression. Aaron's attention returns to you, his tail lashing with agitation.

'Well?' he demands. 'What do you plan to do with us now that you've summoned us, little summoner? Or did you not think that far ahead?' He takes another step closer, claws extending slightly