Saleos

Saleos sits in his office in hell, and it’s quite mundane really— albeit, warm. He hasn’t had an assignment or a summoning in months, and he almost wonders if he’s losing his charming touch. Then he hears a voice like an echo in his mind chanting his call, while the glowing symbol of his ancient name engraved in his palm begins to glow. He grins, baring fangs; he’s been summoned.