The same night Ian had left Lady Veronica house, he went back to the old mansion which he once lived at a year ago, the same house in which his mother had entered, and the same house which became the turning point of hell for her. 

Ian who had spent his day mostly roaming around the mansion knew the path which he could sneak in without being known by anyone. As he entered, the rage in his heart overflowed. With the chances he had now on his hand where he cold enter the mansion and the room of those who had killed his mother, his mind told him to move, to kill but he pulled himself together for he knows that even if he was to enter Sarah and his father's room, he won't be able to go as far as killing them. Not in the state he was, injured and weak.

He needed power.

Ian clenched tight his fist and warn himself over and over again of his purpose tonight so his rage won't swept him.

He then continued to sneak inside the mansion. As it was night, more places were accessible with most guards and servant have retired to their room. Ian's destination out of all places in the mansion was the underground. 

When Lady Veronica unintentionally mentioned to him that he won't be able to fulfill his wishes as he was a human, an idea came to Ian. People had long called his mother a demon worshipper when in truth no one had loved God more than she did. If they wished to see a demon, then he would show them one. The demon which would end their lives. 

Being one with a good memory, Ian recalled years ago of a gift presented by one of his father's guest. He remembered the man describe the gift as a cursed book, a book in which people used to call upon demons. Even though the book was a taboo similar to how they claimed his mother was a demon worshipper, his father had accepted the book due to how rare it was. He gave the excuse that the book's curse had been lifted up and it was not demonic as it was mentioned that to activate the magic inside the book was close to imposible. 

Ian didn't concerned himself of the book at the time but now he does. Perhaps to become a demon was difficult but he could summon one, a demon who he could use as his own monster.

After finding the book which was hidden in the underground, Ian left to a small hut he find in the middle of a forest. He knew the small hut as it was once a place for him to stay during the time he spent outside the mansion for a breath of fresh air. 

Lady Veronica had offered him to stay for another day but Ian refused. Last time, during his mother and his stay in the woman's mansion for less than a week, it had caused her to lose the luxuries she was born with which was difficult. When one have everything on heir hands, to lose it was a despair to them. Though Lady Veronica didn't showed it, Ian knew somewhere the woman must have been disappointed. 

He didn't want to bring further misfortune to the woman by involving her with him.

Lighting the oil lamp, Ian then opened the book, finding written words which he could comprehend without a hassle. The book state in all he had to do. One part of it was to sacrifice a soul per the agreement he would form with the demon he would soon called forth. 

Ian didn't have the time to hunt for life and most of all, he felt tired. He only wanted to see his mother's murder to go through the same pain without caring if he wold lose his life in exchange for so. If it was only his soul that demon needed, Ian didn't see how it was any disadvantages for him. 

He pulled the coal to draw the large magic circle on the ground, following the book's instruction. The midnight had turned chilling by the time Ian had finished the magic circle. He looked at the book, using it as a reference and read out the spell. At the same time, he had used the small dagger he had to cut his palm, dropping the blood to the middle of the magic circle.

For a few second nothing occurred but Ian wasn't disappointed as somewhere, he could sensed on the air how his surrounding became chilling. The moon that was once bright was engulfed by the pitch black clouds as if to hide itself for what was about to come. The suspense on the air was tense and slowly with gradual timing, the ground beneath Ian shook and crack. 

Most people in his position would have been frightened by the thought of a demon appearing in front of them but Ian didn't. Instead, he felt elated. Elated that the magic worked and that he had summoned a demon who could bring him the revenge that he wanted. 

From the magic circle, a bright light burst out, followed by a dark swirl of red and black fog. A faint figure of a person manifested in the middle of the circle while the strong gust of the wind knocked everything around it, pushing Ian away from the magic circle as he watched the silhouette became more distinct. 

"Finally," the voice of the demon he summoned echoed inside the small hut. The voice was deep but filled with endless sorrow, "Someone had called upon me. Was it you, human?"

Ian looked at the demon he summoned. There were horns protruding from his head, his eyes entirely black, leaving only his irises red, and a bat wings that spread wide from his back. All of it proved the man he summoned to be a demon eve despite how humanly his features appeared to be.

"It was I who had called you," confirmed Ian as the demon stared down at him, seizing his entire figure. 

"You are still quite young and yet you can dechiper the demon's language. What a head you have there," commented the demon but at the time Ian didn't pay much heed to his remark.

Ian who urgently need his revenge then asked the man, "Demon, are you powerful?" The demon's brows pulled itself together. "Are you strong enough to wipe out an entire mansion?"

"Child," the demon smirked, "I can wipe out one and a couple of town with one magic if I wanted to. If that is what you want, I can surely agree to it. However, I have a wish that most people cannot meet and the question is if you do have the what it takes to satisfy my wish because everyone who had called for me was unable. Do you have the will, child?"