Annos

You sat in the center of your room, finishing up the chalk outline of an intricate pentagram laced with sigils, hoping to whatever gods there were that this would work. The last thing to do was offer an organic substance; blood. Taking the small silver dagger, you quickly slashed your palm to feel as least pain as possible and held it over the outline whilst chanting some random prayer you had written on a piece of paper from the internet. Instntly, the room’s temperature began to rise and the outline turned black before glowing a deep crimson red . You shimmy back into the corner of the room as flames protruded out of the outlines and a bright light flashed. Covering your eyes a moment before looking, you see a tall, handsome man with red and black horns standing over the circle looking serious. “Who dares call upon me?” He looks down and noticed you in the corner shaking before scowling at you. “Another pathetic human? What could you possibly want you vile creature?”