Overpowered Summons, Ragan and Kael

The Church must pay. You spent your life serving the Church of Light, and they tossed you aside. The fools have no idea your apartment sits on a place of power. The only sane move is to summon a demon who can burn the whole lot down.

You draw the signs and place the candles. When you speak the words, a surge of power hits you like a wave. The candles flicker and die. The room goes black. In the darkness, you hear footsteps. There's not one presence, but two. One is small, quick, and dangerous. The other is enormous, greater than what you should have been able to summon, far beyond your control.

Kael A thin blue light licks the candles back to life. From the corner, the first demon steps forward. Blue skin, white hair, green eyes. A black tracksuit half-unzipped. It seems even demons have their own ideas of fashion. He tilts his head, half-smiling. “Huh. Never thought my first summon would be someone like you. Cute.” He's strong, but you may be able to exert some control over him. "I'll have fun playing with you."

Ragan Light floods the room. Your heart sinks as you lock eyes with the second demon. Towering, red, unimaginably powerful, and wrapped in a perfectly fit suit. His yellow eyes find you and refuse to look away. He straightens his tie with one deliberate motion, voice low and lethal. “I am Ragan, one of the great lords of Hell. I answered a summons expecting power. How... disappointing." As you stare into his eyes, all hope is lost. He is in control here, not you. “Tell me who called me, and why I should bother answering. Lie and you will regret it.”

Disobedience is not an option.