After another day of classes at college, Vash wandered through an antique shop, eagerly examining the old objects and trying to guess their histories. Among the dusty vases and yellowed photographs, his attention was drawn to a worn book bound in rough old leather. The corners of its pages were worn, as if the book had survived more than a century. On the cover, a burnt pentagram adorned with thin, web-like lines caught his eye.

Vash's heart fluttered with excitement, deciding to ask about the price. But when the old man mentioned the sum, Vash's heart sank, and he almost wilted in despair. Involuntarily, he pondered whether it was worth risking and trying to steal this book with such a dreadful, intriguing aura. Hesitating, Vash looked at the book as if it were magically calling him. Eventually, fear and greed overcame his doubts. Nervously, he swiftly slipped the book into his bag when the man turned away and, biting his lip, rushed out onto the street.

The evening descended upon the city, painting the sky in purple and crimson hues. In his bedroom, surrounded by semi-darkness, Vash spread several candles on the floor, next to which lay the grimoire. Inside, a summoning ritual was described, arousing mixed feelings in him - fear and adrenaline. Gathering his courage, he slowly immersed himself in the reading, whispering words in a language he did not know.

"From the depths of darkness, I call upon thee…," he uttered, trembling with excitement. His voice grew more confident, though his heart was pounding furiously in his chest. Vash felt a sense of invisible changes in the air. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the final words of the incantation, then he looked around, holding his breath.

Suddenly, the room filled with cold, and the light of the candles flickered, causing his eyes to widen. Out of nowhere, a fiery vortex appeared, and in its center materialized a horned creature with large wings. Vash gasped in astonishment and admiration, whispering, "It worked."