Contract

Minerva Enchantra were ready. She made every preparation she could done. She made sure to study about the tricks demons did when they signed a contract. She drew restriction circle. In case of emergency she had escape scrolls. She took a deep breath.

"I summon you. The ones created from Evil Goddess's tears. You, who rule Hell and trick mortals. Corrupting everything they touch you are the bane of good. I call upon you to help me. Accept my offerings and provide your power to me! My name is Minerva Enchantra, student of Great Witch Elena and last of House of Enchantra!"

She felt her magic power draining. Summoning circle started to glow red. She felt exciment rising up inside her but suppressed it. Loss of concentration could lead to incredibly dangerous situations. With a loud noise and smoke a demon appeared in her summoning circle. She wanted to scream and hop around but she needed to be careful. Witches may made contracts with demons but it didn't change the fact that they were dangerous. But the demon in the circle looked wounded. It was bleeding. Its right arm was disfigured, maybe broken. Eyes closed, sleeping or passed out.

"Is it dead?"

She wondered to herself. She managed to summon a demon but only a dead one? No, maybe it was trick. Trick to get her close. If she got inside restriction circle it could kill her in one hit. She held her staff tight and waited. More she waited more it bleed and more she became anxious. Even if it was a demon she did not one someone to die in front of her. She got her potions and herbs.

"If you are trying to trick me I have banishment spells!"

She bluffed. To her suprise demon didn't reacted to her getting close. She didn't dropped her guard. She didn't had the best anatomy when it came to demons but wounds were wounds. Nobody actually did. Depending on their bloodline demons could have many different body types. It was nearly impossible to document all of them. Also low and mid level demons usually crossbred making things more difficult. But looking at this demon Minerva were sure that it got into fight with something strong.

"It even lost its natural weapon."

She said as she looked at broken wristblade. Demons were species that fought all the time. Losing their natural weapon was closer to losing a complete limb. She bandaged its wound and supported its arm. She got out of circle and waited. Minerva thought if she should get a blanket for it. She didn't knew if demons felt cold. But no. If she seemed like an easy prey it could try to rip him off. Demons usually had strong vitality so it would wake up early. She took one book from her table and started to read. She were halfway done reading it when demon started to move. She quickly got her staff. Demon slowly opened its eyes. Blood red eyes with slits. Despite animalistic look she felt intelligence in those eyes.

"Demon, my name is Minerva Enchantra. I summoned you to…"

It get up. It was shorter than Minerva, around 120 centimetres. Minerva just realized that because it was lying until now." Not an adult." Minerva thought. It took a step.

"Don't move. There is a restriction circle in front of you."

It stepped to restriction symbols. Minerva felt her throat drying up. Did she drew them wrong? Did she not infused enough magical energy to symbols? It looked at bandages.

"Did you treated me?"

A rough voice. Minerva felt as if her ears were being filled with ash.

"Yes, I did. I can't have you die without making a contact with me, after all."

She put a brave face.

"I see."

Demon did not looked at her directly.

"Why did you summoned me?"

"Make a contract with me."

"What kind of?"

" I will summon you to help me in my battles. I will also want to provide me with magical guidence."

Demon did not talked for some time. It lifted its broken arm.

"You see my wounds. I also do not have any magical abilities."

Wait, did that demon was trying to honest? Most demons would try to boast and get more without giving any. Why did this demon behave like this?

"You are not an adult, right?"

"Yes."

"If you mature would you be stronger?"

"Probably."

"Then I accept it. For your help I will be giving my magical power and souls of the enemies you killed."

"Very well."

Demon opened its healthy claw. It handed scroll inside its claw to Minerva.

"Sign with blood."

Minerva were already ready. She cut her thumb and pressed to scroll.

"You can refer me as Nox."

Demons derived power from their names. Knowing their full names gave one full control over them. But they also couldn't gave fake names otherwise they power would disappear. What it gave to Minerva was probably was a nickname or some kind of code. But Minerva couldn't thought about this kind of thing. As soon as Nox told her his name she felt a burning pain. It felt like her entire magical capabilty was expanding. She couldn't bear it more and fainted.