Pentagram City.
One of the many cities that reside in the 7 rings of Hell itself.
Within this city lie the sinners and hellborn that try to live a honest life. That is if you call breaking every law in the book a honest life.
Within this very city resides a building that houses a group of demons with a 'unique' trade.
I.M.P.: Immediate Murder Professionals.
Demons that act as assassins to handle any unfinnished bussiness a demom may have on earth.
At the time, a hellhound by the name of Loona was filing her nailss as her step-father, Blitzo-(the O is silent)-and her 2 co-workers, the married couple Moxxie and Millie, were arguing, something about how they'd failed their client at the murdering the client's former business partner, before the guy was accidently killed by those cute critters with wings from Heaven.
That was when a weird glow surrounded her, and next thing she knew, she was in some brat's room. The brat in question was wearing "dorky wizard" clothes, and seemed very surprised.
"I can't believe that worked," he said.
"What did you do to bring me here, lunchmeat?" Loona growled.
"Um, followed the instructions in this book," he said, as he pointed at a book, that was just outside of a circle, just as he was.
Loona looked at the book, and then she looked down. "Brat, you have no idea what powers you're messing with. Send me back, and hopefully no one will notice this transgression."
"I don't know how," the brat said. "I just picked it up at the library, flipped a few pages, saw one that looked cool, and thought it was just some dumb prank thing I could do to scare my sisters."
"Let's see." Loona tried to reach for it, only to get seriously zapped! "Jacey! Did that spell include Protection from Summons too!"
"I just followed the instructions," the brat said. He picked up the book, and flipped a few pages. "Here."
Loona read through them. She looked at the brat. "On the bright side, you didn't summon me to be a lover - I'd kill you for that. Might still kill you anyways, but that would be business and not for personal reasons. Seems that this Summons was to have me, or some other hellhound, be your servant. Annoyingly, it doesn't say how to send me back. On the plus side, to my personal annoyance, the only way I can do anything is to basically do your bidding."
"What do you mean?" the brat asked.
"Anything you want me to do, I'll do," said Loona. She then spat out the final word. "Master."
"Master?" the brat asked.
"Yes, as the Summoner, you're my Master, at least until I'm free of the spell," said Loona.
"In that case, let's introduce ourselves to each other," the brat said. "Lincoln Loud." He held out his hand.
"Loona," Loona said, accepting the brat's hand. "So, what do you want me to do?"
"Anything I want, right?" Lincoln asked, with a grin.
"Sure, if you can live with the consequences," said Loona. "So, be very careful about what you have me do - Hell can be rather harsh towards some folks."
Lincoln chuckled. "I'll keep that in mind. For now.....
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