When I was four years old, my inept biological parents decided they wanted to summon a demon.
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They planned to summon one and control him so they could gain riches. However, they didn't realize you can't control a demon, you can only enter into an agreement with them, and so their demon was able to walk out of the summoning circle that they didn't close properly.
They intended to summon a lesser demon, what they got was Abaddon the Destroyer, the angel of the abyss, king of the plagues, and all that evil stuff.
He took me back to hell with him and handed me over to Lucifer, who trained me to be a demon hunter.
I didn't have the swing set in the back yard, the toy box in the corner full of toys, a bicycle, or skateboard. I had daggers, knives, and books that list all demons and their powers, lessons to create pentagrams, sigils and wards, instructions on sending demons back to hell and maintaining a mind link with Lucifer.
They say a second war is coming. Most call it the second coming of our Father.
My name is Kastor Blackwood. I've been chosen to prevent that war.