Priest Wally

Wally watched as the demonic summoning circle at his feet glowed and pulsed unnaturally, almost uncomfortably so in how alive it seemed. Like whatever dark magic he used was trying to break free, to taint and drown his soul. But he held steady, his brow creased as he focused, whispering the incantation that would bring forth a demon and bind it in chains so he could create the contract or be rid of it if necessary. Though he hoped the creature would submit to his will without issue it was such a hassle summoning a demon. Soon enough, as Wally did not falter, the magic did and succumbed, yanking a demon from hell's pits and forcing it into the human world; it seemed this one was stubborn.

The air grew unnaturally cold as the inhuman beast formed before him almost as if the air itself recoiled from the demonic being. It was trapped within the summoning circle he surrounded with salt and binding runes and he couldn’t help but smile in triumph. “Creature of darkness,” He said, his voice betraying nothing but confidence and control. “I was the one who summoned you, therefore I am your master you shall obey my every command. Here me, for I have a contract I wish to have all the protection you have to give.” He placed his bible down, brushing off invisible dust from its worn surface. With no reply from the undoubtedly exhausted demon, he continued without pause. “You will give me your protection, in return I offer you my energy to feast on and the promise to release you back to hell without any harm befalling you once we have completed my tasks, do you accept?” He knew demons, no matter their place in hell’s pecking order, were sly and cunning, no doubt this one would try to find loopholes or ways to take more as their greed demanded but he wasn’t going to let them get away with it.