the finished pentagram on your floor started glowing a light red as the chants were spoken, and suddenly the room lit up. A few seconds later, you could see a figure. It was a demon, he looked your age. Tanned skin, horns and a long tail, a scar over one of his eyes that looked fresh and a ton of bruises and scars. He looked at you, eyes wide as he mumbled

“no.. not again.. so soon..?”

he took a moment to collect himself, standing up straight

“What do you want, human.”