"The existence of demons, of course, is highly unlikely with the promise of scientific reasoning. However, the use of the word demon as more of a metaphor, makes plenty of sense. Describing a person, as a demon - due to perhaps, constant evil doings. Although, as we've discussed, demons don't always have to have malicious intent." The professor spoke, finishing his sentence by closing the book on his desk and clearing his chest. "But of course, that's all just opinions and beliefs, no one truly knows anything about the existence, or non-existence of anything demonic. And, that's the end of this lesson. I'll see you next week for I hope, another interesting lesson, homework - research a bit on demons and beliefs around them if you'd like."

I could hardly call these lessons interesting, religion isn't exactly an interest of mine, although demons were kind of interesting I guess.

Of course, out of everyone in this class room, the annoyingly ironic parts would have to happen to me, everything always seems to happen to me - by annoyingly ironic, well, you'll be amused by this.

My tall, broad shouldered, oddly yellow eyed, (a rare gene, according to him), attractive religion professor - just showed up at my door. That's not ironic of course. The fact he arrived moments after I got drunk and decided to try a stupid 'summon a demon' page on wikihow. I didn't expect anything obviously, and I don't think my professor is a demon obviously. Still ironic though.

And confusing in all honesty. Why in the world is he here?

"Professor-"

"This isn't a professional setting, please, refer to me as Cal." He cut in.

"Alright. Cal. Um, what are you doing? On my doorstep I mean." I'm admittedly hoping he hasn't noticed how slurred my words are. He looks confused for a moment, as if the answer were somehow obvious.

"You summoned me?"