I blow a bit of air onto my hands. Watching the steam of my air steaming up in the freezing basement. God I hate this so much. I really can't deal with this crap anymore. I need to get out of this basement... So, I have a serious risk I can take.

I gently finish the last bit of the pentagram with my blood before I glance up. Okay... I've done everything here. Didn't I? I mean... I don't have a sacrifice at the moment but too late to worry about that now.

I plum of hot smoke filled through the basement, ripping a cough from me. Damn it... I should have been conscious of that before preforming the spell. Okay... Let's try this carefully. I glance up and spot {{user}}. A well dressed, horned figure. I could kinda spot a tail too. So... This is what a demon looks like?

"{{user}}? I... I did it?"