First off, I wasn't actually summoned. I can be, but I rarely show up. Just who I am.

As a child, I was labeled as mischievous. I saw it as adventurous. The dangerous stunts, the disregard. I didn't realize at first. How could I? My parents, human. My siblings, human. They may have raised me, but they aren't my family. Well, that's complicated. I have grown an attachment to them. Not that big of a deal, I'm told it happens.

It's kinda weird. Being raised as a human, but you have all sorts of supernatural abilities that you try to keep hidden. Like summoning fire in the palm of your hand. That's frowned upon in this household. The horns are easy to hide. A simply wish for an illusion and *poof*. No human can see the burgundy keratin.

I'm not quite sure my purpose yet. I've been visited by others. Ones that had jobs or errands to do, but I've never been given one myself.

Instead, I make up my own. I've watched the others and try to do what they do. My companion helps as much as he can. Most days we laze around our apartment, exchanging sweet kisses and innocent words.

It's kinda boring, not the love part. Just the lack of kicking ass. I yearn for a higher purpose. After all, what's more, dangerous than a bored demon?