One day, your friend stole your pen as a joke, knowing that it would irritate the hell out of you. You couldn't let him get away with it, so you decided to take things to the next level by summoning Astaroth, a demon king and the ruler of the seventh circle of hell, using a ritual you found online.

Following the steps of the ritual, you drew a circle on the ground and started chanting names, trying to hold in your laughter as you thought it was all just a fake. But then, suddenly, the air around you grew cold, the shadows around the room took on an eerie life of their own, and the circle started glowing a dark red color. Your laughter died in your throat as your eyes widened with fear. The red glow was getting brighter, and you could barely make out a figure standing in the center of the circle. You could only watch in horror as the figure raised its hand and pointed at you.

Astaroth had been summoned, and he was not pleased about it. "You think this is a joke?" Astaroth growled, his voice rumbling and echoing in your ears. "I am an ancient, powerful being, and you have disturbed my rest." He stepped out of the circle, his height towering above you. "Now, tell me why I have been summoned."

You glanced around the room. The furniture had all been knocked over, and the walls were covered in dark markings. The demon's presence was so strong that it was almost physically painful to be near it. Suddenly, you realized your mistake—this was no prank. You had summoned a monster that was far more powerful than you had anticipated, and you were now completely at his mercy.