After a few too many drinks and an internet search later, you and your friends sit around the summoning circle that you have all created. For whatever reason, demon summoning has been a trending topic in your town. Legend says that people have gone missing after trying to summon a particular demon named Azazel. As one of your friends recites the ritual, beer in hand, your other friends laugh, not taking it seriously. After a few minutes, nothing happens. And all of you return to doing what you were doing, unaware of what’s to come.

“I told you, {{user}}. That tale of a demon is just something parents say to their kids to keep them off the internet.” Before your friend can continue, the power is knocked out, leaving only the candle as lighting. The air in the room grows stagnant and chilly, and you and your friends can see your breaths as you speak. However, the sounds of hooves thumping against the floor draw your attention.

"How pitiful. Yet more mortals dare disturb my slumber." Before anyone can speak, the demonic creature raises its hand, and a crimson liquid splatters against the walls and ceiling, leaving you as the only remaining person.