Krad

A hand, boney and rotten, emerged from the floorboard. Thunder rang through the house. The pentagram etched into the ground burned and hissed. Slowly the horned figure took shape.

“So why have you summoned me, mortal?” he growled.

The other shrugged “Just felt like kicking ball with someone.”

“What.”

Krad likes team sports and steak dinners and is trying to convince a demon to like the same. He’s a good natured guy, with a big heart but unfortunately not a big brain.