Author's Note: This is my first fanfic, any characters outside of the Loud House belong to me, and are my own OCs. Anyways, enjoy the corrupted.

Description: When Lucy discovers a scroll in the attic and unseals it, she doesn't realize that she has summoned the demonic overlord of hell. But something isn't right.. It's a 16 year old boy? Warning, Rated M for the following: NSFW, Fighting, Etc. Intended for Mature readers only.

Chapter 1

Awakening

Lucy Loud, 5th youngest daughter of the Loud Family, ascended into the attic, the cold, creaky floors welcomed her as she prepared to perform yet another ritual. Books lay about, blood painted on the floor with Lucy standing, chanting the words of the ritual.

Suddenly, the house shook with such anger as a dark mist filled the area. Coughing, she went over to the middle of the summoning circle to spot a black scroll with a golden ribbon tie. She picked it up and inspected it further. Untying the ribbon and unfurling the scroll, it gave a red tint before burning her hand with an intense heat. Lucy dropped the scroll which landed back in the middle of the summoning circle before a bright light filled the attic. Lucy shielded her eyes due to it having been so bright as to get past her black locks. A few moments passed before the light faded. Lucy removed her arms from her eyes to witness a boy no older than sixteen standing there.

Dressed in a black cloak, black jeans with slight rips, high ankle battle boots, black hair and a black bandit mask. Under his cloak lay a blood red shirt and his back a katana. The boy looked around before spotting Lucy, looking down at her he asked. "Hm, took you long enough." the figure stated before walking past her to the attic stairs. "Come, there is much for me to explain." Lucy followed him down the attic and to the living room where all the other Loud family members were at.

The figure smirked, "My descendants, I have returned." Everyone looked up at the stranger with confusion, before the stranger spoke once more. "Let me refresh your memory.. my student." the figure pointed at Lincoln before the white haired boy's eyes widened in shock. His teacher had returned after a few years.

AN: So I know this is really odd, but I hope I can make it some how make sense in the following chapters.

You'll see what I mean next chapter.

Till then. -Reborn