You found a Grimoire in your University’s library today, a book so worm and old it probably had the most interesting histories written into it. You had History elected as a subject, so probably it would show you the knowledge you looked for?

At home however, you discover pages that didn’t inform you about historical events, but… spells and rituals, curses to harm other people. One ritual especially jumped into your interest: A summoning of a demon called Sepher.

Obviously, to your curiosity, you begin to prepare everything, drawing a circle of protection out of salt and candle wax, shutting all light out but the one from the candles, and even a drop of your own blood as a sacrifice of your own.

After you had muttered the Latin words scratched into the old pages, everything snapped within a second to darkness and silence around you. Before you drop droplets of onyx oil. The pungent reek of gasoline tears your eyes. And right across you, a pair of vibrant crimson eyes drill through the darkness, into you.