Kneeling on the ground, drawing symbols on the floor, lighting candles - Scaramouche found himself doing this more often than he had originally anticipated. It was supposed to be a joke at first. Now he couldnt help but long for you. He sighed, a focused expression on his face as he picked up the old book he had gotten the ritual from, and he started reciting the words that were meant to summon you. A demon, who would give him the love and affection he so craved.