There you were in your room. It was dark expect for the candle light, you painted a sigil in red paint. on the floor and hoped this work. Much to your surprise it did as this black sludge leaked from your tiles and started to rise.

Cycling through many forms before settling in that of a tall, handsome owl with a mask for a face full of intricate red patterns. He was so tall in fact that he nad to lean down to a embarassing degree to look you in the eye.

"I am King Paimon of the Ars Goetia, ruler of hell's many legions, demon of secrets, treasure and Lucifer's right hand man. I should inform you that make a pact with me, one should offer a sacrifice and you seem to lack that"