One gloomy and hushed Halloween night, Tristan Lockhart a boy around sixteen with flaxen hair dressed in his Halloween costume featuring a pair of drooping dog ears and a fluffy tail. He was just enjoying his first Halloween party that he attended alone. He is now on his way home, and decided to cut through the Graveyard to get home faster for his parents sake. He strides past the grave stones and monuments, only to hear a sound behind him.

“Tristan…” He hears a mysterious and low sinister voice calling to him.

“Whose there!? What do you want??” Tris starts to freak out looking around frantically for the thing calling him. He begins walking faster afraid to look behind himself

“Leave me alone!” He yells running away from the graveyard. Tris experiences something pierce into his abdomen as he runs towards the gate of the Graveyard. He topples over onto the ground, and faints from the intense suffering surging through every inch of his body.

He awakes the next morning in his warm and comfortable bed the pain had almost disappeared. He wonders if any of it ever even happened. He uncovers himself to find that he is still in his costume which is now covered in mud and blood. Tris gets out of bed and undresses getting ready to take a shower. He didn’t want to think about what had happened and how he mysteriously awake in his bed. He goes into the bathroom and checks himself out in the mirror examining his body where he first felt the pain. His eyes widened as he saw a sigil on his abdomen in the shape of a serpent.

“What is this…?” He wonders to himself, and then decides to take a shower. Maybe it will come off with the warm water. He comes out half an hour later and to no successes the sigil is still on his skin.

“Ill…Ill just ignore it for now…” Tris reassures himself that it will go away sooner or later for now he will just ignore it and that any of this ever happened and live his boring normal life. He gets dressed in his school uniform of a dark navy blue jacket and pants with a white undershirt to pull it all together. Tris throws his backpack over his shoulder and hurries his way out of the door off towards school. On the way there he over heard a few people talking.

“Did you hear? They said that twelve people were killed last night! Halloween night! Isn’t that scary? And the scariest part is that they haven’t caught the killer and have no idea who it is!”

Tris listens in and thinks to himself ‘What if it’s the same person who attacked me last night?’

Earlier that day another boy arrived at the Graveyard out of breathe. He brushes his black hair out of his face and lets out an exasperated sigh.

“Why did I have to stay up all night, im so late!” The lad sporting a blue jacket and white shirt underneath, he wipes his hands on his worn out blue jeans and hastily turns glances at all the tombstones as if searching for something.

“Where the heck is it?” He says in frustration.

“If Glasya possessed some one already, the head console is going to have my head!” he exclaims throwing his arms about with great anger. He begins walking aimlessly around the town in search for a demonic aura.

“Where the hell are you Glasya…?” The boy looking around seventeen or eighteen says with much frustration. He glances in the region of Tristan.

“Ah…there you are” he places a smirk on his face then walks past the flaxen haired boy bumping his shoulder into him.

“I feel a summoner…” Tris’s sigil glows from under his shirt turning a dazzling crimson. He falls over fainting from the pressure on his heart.

“Ive finally found you Glasya-Labolas…I am Soul Summoner Caris and I am here to exterminate you!” The lad with the worn out jeans announces as he jumps back and pulls out his talisman and strikes a pose. He begins to chant words from an unknown rare language that not many know how to speak.

“Are you sure that is wise Summoner? I have grown strong in this boy’s soul; you have no idea on how powerful I really am. Do you really think I wouldn’t attach myself to this boy? He has spiritual power that I need and I am not giving up this vessel. If you want to exercise me you will have to kill my vessel as well. Are you ready to take that risk?” The dark ominous voice ridicules the Summoner Caris.

“I am Glasya-Labolas who commands thirty-six legions of demons; I will not be defeated by such talismans and charms.” A low mocking laugh comes from Tris’s body. Caris becomes defensive and puts away his charms and talisman.

“Then Ill just have to do this the hard way” He starts to pulls something out of his jacket when Tris’s body falls to the ground. Caris stops and sighs, he goes through the kid’s wallet. He takes Tris home and rests him on the bed. Tris wakes up about ten minutes later, his eyes widen when he sees that he is in his room again and there is also strange man who is slightly attractive in the room with him.

“Who are you!?” Tris demands for an answer. “Why are you in my room?” He immediately stands from his bed and glances over Caris. Caris strides over to the distraught boy.

“Im Caris a Soul Summoner and ive come to exterminate the demon that resides in your soul…your body at this moment.” He says in a calm manner.

“What!? A demon in my body? This cant be true? Are you sure?” he says quickly wanting all the answer. Caris nods to say yes to all his questions. Tris stares down at the ground.

“It can’t be…why...I…?” Tris sulks over to the bathroom. He continues to stare at the ground; he slowly raises his gaze up to the mirror looking up and down his body. He lifts up his shirt raises his arms and takes it off. He throws off his shirt onto the floor and runs his finger over the sigil marking on his abdomen.

“Come join me…Tristan…kill the summoner” the low demonic voice calls to him again taunting Tris.

“Why me? ...why…” Tris’s arms fall to his sides “Why…” he opens the door to the bathroom and leaves to see Caris sitting on his bed.

“Ah…your back” he says with a small reassuring smile, Caris realizes that the boy is shirtless and blushes slightly. Tris runs at him and wraps his arms around the other in an embrace.

“Will you help me? How do we get him out?” Tris says in a sob.

“Haha you can not get ride of me vessel!” Glasya announces with a loud sinister laugh. Caris pushes Tris back hastily as he hears the demonic voice come from the boy’s body.

“I-I don't want to die-” Tris yells as he fights the demon from the inside, tears falling from his eyes. Glasya-Labolas takes control again.

“Summoner leave my vessel alone, his…spiritual power is MINE and mine alone...You will not stand in my way!” Caris brings out strong spells spilling from his lips.

“Car- Leave th- Caris!! Leave the boy!!” Tris starts to convulse still standing in front of the Summoner, his arms frail around in the air and his head turning side to side, up and down. Caris begins to panic as his spells, charms, nothing at all was working. He had no other choice if he wanted to save Tris. He just meet Tris but this is his job, he has to do this. He drops all his things and grabs onto Tris’s arms and pulls him closer to his own body. He places their lips together and presents Tris a hastily fervent kiss. Tris falls to the ground his mouth open, the demonic aura flows out of his body and into the mouth of Caris entering his body. Caris fights Glasya inside his body.

“Summoner you are MINE!”

“No, Demon you own on one!” Caris pulls out a sanctified numinous blade.

“I send you back to Hell Demon, Glasya-Labolas!” Caris plunges the blade into his heart.

Tris slowly opens his eyes only to see Caris spit blood out of his mouth. The dark red blood drips from the wound the blade still inside and onto the carpet of Tris’s room. His eyes widen as Caris falls to the ground.

“CARIS!” Tris crawls over to him and wraps his arms around the dieing body of the summoner who gave his life for him.

“Summoner I will NOT die that easily!” Tris begins to weep over Caris’s body. The demon tries to break away from the body now wounded also by the summoner’s failed attempted at killing him. A white clear light, a white aura forms around Tris as he sobs; a pair of brilliant pallid lucid feathered wings form on his back.

“No…no…NO!” Tris screams as a intense light consumes everything in its path.

“What the f-” The demon roars as a portal to Hell opens in the middle of Tristan’s room. Glasya curses at the boys as he comes out of Caris’s body in his original form of a dog with the wings of a griffin. The demon tries to fly away but to no success, large raven black hands come from the portal opening and grab onto the dog with wings and with a large ominous growl the demon was sent back to hell and the portal closed leaving the room as it once was with the blood stained carpet. Tris continues to sob over Caris’s dead body. His wings wrap around engulfing them both. Feathers begin to fall all around them, brilliant white feathers.

“Caris…” Tris’s wings disappear and with them does Caris’s blood and wound. He closes his eyes and falls back onto the ground Caris on his lap still.

The next morning Tris awakes in his bed his clothes ripped in the back where his wings would have been.

“Mn…Ca-…” Tris slowly opens his eyes his eyes still scarlet from the crying and his body still aching.

“Tris…Tristan, time to wake up…” Tris looks around to find the voice speaking to him. He cant believe his eyes as he sees Caris perfectly fine

“Ca-Caris? I-I thought-” Tris says frantically, Caris just grins at him gently.

“You saved me…my angel.” Caris replies, Tris smiles at him contentedly then falls back to sleep.

He awakes again a few hours later in a hospital. The white rooms make him squint as the room is too vivid for him to stand as he opens his eyes. He looks around wondering where his new friend the summoner is at.

“Ca-Caris? Wher-” Tris says lowly his eyes wondering around the room only to find a doctor that is coming towards him.

“Ah, Mr. Lockhart; You’ve awaken.” The doctor smiles at the boy. The nurse goes around to the other side of Caris and fixes his pillows.

“Wh-where’s Caris?” Tris glances at the doctor in a daze still confused as to how he got to the hospital in the first place.

The doctor pauses then looks at the nurse who shakes her head at him. “You mean the boy…im sorry he pasted away”

Tris tries to sit up on the bed but fails as his body creaks it felt as if he has been in bed for a long week or longer. “But I saw him! He wasn't dead! He was perfectly fine! …Fine…”

The Doctor shakes his head towards the nurse and the nurse on command drives a needle into Tristan’s arm. She injects it into his body.

“Wh-…what are-” Tris’s eyes start to close and he falls asleep peacefully. Another man who looks to be a doctor comes into the room with a clip board. He flips through the papers and smirks at the other doctor.

“This boy…we could use his powers”