I sit on top of a small mountain of Neather rack as I watch demons below me. Those lesser demons each have some sort of weapon as they copy 527's movements. It's not like I have anything better to do. I even have a few mirrors that are zoomed in on a few of the low numbers. I make one of them trip just for the hell of it. I giggle a little as he quickly scrambles up before 527 can see. It's hilarious.

      I sigh before standing up. The mirror floats beside me as I walk away. I've never really been the type of demon to fly everywhere. Witch is good considering that my one wing never healed right. I always fly crooked as the bone aches. I grumble about this a bit more as I get father way from the training ground. I have to stop walking when my foot splashes into some sort of liquid. I look down to see my feet ankle deep in lava. It's kinda nice, all the heat. I get out of it anyways and force my mirror to close.

     I look around at the vacant area around me and sigh again. I really am alone. I wonder if I'll go insane in the next hundred years here by myself? Just as I'm about to go find something in the mortal realm to entertain me, I see a color out of the corner of my vision. "Dark Lord! H-Hey hows it-", I immediately start to spout. But I stop when I realize that it isn't him. There is a small dot of white on the ground, though.

     I watch as it slowly turns I into a curved line. I've never seen a white color like this one. The Dark Lord's eyes are the only white I've ever seen. The white continues until it surrounds me in a small circle. Then I finally understand. I'm being summoned. Someone is summoning me to the mortal realm. Me, the broken high rank. How is this even possible!? My mind goes on it overdrive as runes slowly appear around my feet. This has to some sort of mistake, right? Maybe just a mix up? But I can barely stand still as my number is written out with runes.

Someone is summoning me.

And that's all it takes. My vision blurs and the colors bleed into different shades. I feel like my body is being twisted and bent. But I don't fight the summoning. I don't step out of the circle. I won't be able to in the mortal realm. And then I see green around me. I've never seen green except through my mirrors. I recognize a forest from the images. I carefully keep my face neutral and my body language challenging. It's the few things I learned from the Dark Lord before he found out that my magic is broken. The world finally stops shifting. My body is transparent, standing in the circle of runes made with blood. I keep my wings half flared and my tail against one of my legs.

There's someone in front of me. A human girl. Her scent is awful, as if she had sweated for hours and just now has stopped. She's looking at me with a scorching gaze. But I sense her fear and..... curiosity? Her hands are covered in blood, but there's not a single cut on her. But it's powerful. I track the source to a jar that still has a small amount of blood in it. How did a mortal girl get Brine blood? All of this has run through my head in less then 5 seconds.

"Why have you summoned me?", I ask, remembering the correct introduction. I'm sure my accent makes me sound ridiculous. I'm internally squealing at the chance of freedoms. The girl takes a moment before she answers. "Who are you?", she says. I'm a little taken back. "You summoned me with my number...... how do you not know who I am?", I ask her, a hint of confusion escaping my 'demonic attitude'. I must have sounded very rood, because the mortal has the courage to snap at me. "I don't need your input. It doesn't matter how I found your number or how I summoned you. Are you going to make a deal with me, or not", she snarls.

Well, if she puts it that way. It's not like I'm gonna say no. "I am 666, one of the most powerful Demons under the Dark Lord", I say, straightening to my full height, "what do you require of me?". I'm such a lier. I'll just have try to try and not get her killed on accident. "I want your power. I want you to serve me like you would for your Dark Lord". Damn, this mortal's wording is good. She must have gotten the instructions to summon me from a pretty powerful person. I'm staring to think that it's from the same person who's blood she stole......

"I will follow you and use my magics as you see fit", I start, it's not like I'm gonna go back to the underworld when I'm this close,"But in exchange, you will give me some sort of vessel to inhabit while I remain in the mortal realm". "You don't want, like, my soul or anything?", she asks suspiciously. "Why would I want that? Human souls are so rotten and sour", I quip before I think about my words. She frowns at me with annoyance. Did she expect me to be well mannered? I am a Demon, after all.

     Suddenly, my already transparent body starts to fade. I bite my lip and look back up at the girl. "Decision time, ok? These blood runes won't keep me here forever", I try to say with a level voice, extending my hand to her. I watch her face harden and her eyes fill with rage. "Yes. I need your power", she says, yanking a necklace off from around her throat.

     And then she takes my outstretched hand as the blood runs flare into oblivion.