It was all very routine, as far as summonings went. Life in the fifth circle of hell, known to the locals as the City of Dis, was going rather well. It had been untold millenia since he'd been summoned, and his constant presence in the city had earned him power that could not be matched. None could best him if none could summon him. None could try to control him here, or in he mortal realm. Within the city, he had access to countless servants who would see to his every desire, as well as supplicants who he could use to vent his unending anger and wrath.<br/><br/>Yes, life had been great... until it was all shattered in a single moment. He was engaged in a heated ritual dance of need, lust, and rage, tearing a female demon to pieces for the thrill of it, when he felt the beginnings of a long forgotten twinge.<br/><br/>"No..." he had time to mutter, sitting up to pull himself out of her, "NO!!!"<br/><br/>His howl of fury became a shriek of pain as his body was forced, torn, and dragged from Hell, and thrown into a ball of flame. He felt himself tumble and spin for countless seconds, until finally he landed in blackness. He was slow to react, but his hesitation would seem like only an instant to the foolish mortal who had made the worst mistake of their pathetic life. This fool would pay a very dear price, and he would see that it was paid very slowly.<br/><br/>He went through the usual maneuvers, trying to find a hole in the pentagon he was bound within, but surprisingly found no opening. This was only slightly noteworthy to him. He would escape. Of that he was certain.<br/><br/>Much to his agony, a very long twelve hours later, he was still trapped within the circle. He was limp on the floor, barely able to keep the mortal shell within which he was trapped conscious. He'd fought, argued, and tricked to the best of his skill, and yet still he could not free himself. He'd been trapped by the wizard within the body of a mortal. The body that became his cage was tattooed and annointed in preparation to receive and hold him. He could do nothing. When he felt the body begin to recover from the beating he'd given it, he asserted control and rose to his feet. He felt small, awkward, and weak in this horrid little body, but at least he could move. The wizard he was ordered to call master had long since departed, and he knew there would be no hope in finding him. He had no choice. He had to do as he was told and find the Slayer who'd been causing so much trouble.<br/><br/>"It is time this battle is decided, and I aim to see that the decision is mine," his master had said, "This slayer has killed his last warlock, demon. You will find him, and get rid of him. You will not delay, nor make unnecessary precautions. You will move forward as quickly as you can, or face my wrath if you do not meet my demands. You will not engage the target in conversation, nor seek to warn him of your coming. You will do nothing to aid him in his quest to kill any warlock, and you will stop him from killing should you see him preparing to do so."<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>The man was strikingly handsome, and yet his gaze was terrifying. He gave off an irresistable attraction when his eyes were hidden, then cast an aura or terror when his gaze was met. He strode down the street at a relaxed pace, gazing up into the sky with a contemplative expression.<br/><br/>Yes, he would find the slayer... but there was always a way around the orders of mortals. No mortal mind could conceive and prevent every thought of a demon as old as this one.