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Yifan is a demon summoned by wizard Myungsoo to do their bidding.
He can only be summoned at the midnight hour on his tomb in the mausoleum he was buried in by the sacrifice of an innocent life and dead rose whose thorn has pricked and absorbed the blood of whomever calls him from the deepest level of the underworld. His qualifications have been met, it seems, as he appears in a clearing whirlwind of shadows, bathed in the glow of the moonlight that falls in from the broken glass ceiling, undoubtedly caused perhaps some years ago by annoying children.
He appears on bended knee with a head hanging low in a bow towards the summoner who he must commend on being truly hellbent on destruction to have called Yifan of all demons. He raises his head, silken locks of gold falling across his high forehead as black eyes train on the stranger before him. “A mere child calls me?” He asks, the timbre of his voice low, barely enunciating the question as he turns his head toward the human life that Yifan required to even be here. “An old man whose time was near regardless. Pitiful. I rather prefer beautiful, voluptuous women.” He sighs, standing to his full height as he towers over the wizard, kicking the corpse off of his risen tomb. “I refuse to work under such a miserable looking brat who clearly doesn’t understand the significance of my existence.” He sneers.
