Tell us about your first. Were you scared? Exilerated? Did it leave you breathless of all you could achieve?
Get your mind out of the gutter…I’m referring to summoning a demon.
The master demonologist stared quietly, anticipating some sort of punchline to choice of words. And he was right to let them finish it seemed. For if he had not, he may have called them out on being a closet pervert. But it seemed they tried to already flip it back onto him.
He rumbled, squinting his gaze. " Says the one that assumed I was already thinking that way. You know what they say: The guiltiest felhound always barks the loudest. " He rolled his eyes and laid back in his comfortable chair, this was a tell he had no issue speaking about.
" My very first summon was much like any warlock trainee. Imps are easy. Simple. They are little hellions that throw fireballs. And they are born from Imp Mothers. A species that at the time, not many of our kind had a clue about. " He stared into a nearby mug, one that swirled with a heated beverage. " Gliptok is his name. And for the longest time, I hated him. I felt as though he was not an extension of my true power. But more of a footnote. That isn't entirely true. " He shook his head, casting his fel-tainted gaze towards the nearby darkness. " I was most definitely satisfied that to find I could summon a demon, especially in her honor. I will always appreciate the teachings of my master, even something as small and minuscule as Gliptok. "
