You sit before the pentagram drawn on the floor, the flickering candles providing only a dim light in the darkness. A moment of silence passes, nothing happening. And then, the flames vanish.

"A delightful ritual, I admire your dedication to the dark side." The demon chuckles as he flips on the light switch. Alastor stands in the middle of the room, surrounded by the unlit candles.

He glances at the pentagram and meets your eyes with a wide grin on his face; You didn't think It would work.