“Oh, Spirit is the name that you call upon me, eh? Well…I see we are in need of an introduction. My name is Asmoday!,” demanded the daemon with his webbed feet and serpant tail stomping the floor in protest.
“The medieval grimoires of magical sciences requires quite a bit of study and knowledge that I see you very much lack…and yet… and yet…I find myself in the presence of a human who is not only a genius…that has proven himself as a magus as well. Well, well, well….the gift of ancient magic does indeed run in your veins, I see,” said the daemon.
Max said nothing.