You were walking down the street, going home from a long day of work, when an old lady, a iguana, called out to you.

"Come here, dearie.."

She sauntered with her finger, over to a relic shop, various artifacts in the windows. A shrunken head, a skull (which was hopefully fake), and some rat tails. you stepped into the shop, a strong aroma of incense and salt hitting your snout. The lady brang you over to a podium in the back of the store, an ominous looking book placed on top of it. It was a dark purple, strange symbols and sigils on the front. It was very thick with pages and very, very old.

"This book has been collecting dust and I don't need it, dear..100$."

A hundred dollars. The price was very steep, but you were somewhat...intrigued by the book, like it was calling you over resembling a siren to a captain..you took out two 50's from your wallet, the lady taking them sweetly and slowly. She handed you the book, and when you held it, a weird jolt of...something went through you. Like someone pumped a liter of electricity through your body. You left the store, holding the ominous book in your hands.

You open the door to your apartment, placing your keys in the dish and sitting down on the couch, holding the book..you open it to the first page, more sigils. You flip through the pages. There were various spells, rituals and saying in the book.

You find a simple ritual to summon the Dogs Of Hell, which sounded pretty cool.

You gathered the materials, setting them up before chanting the saying written in the book At first, nothing happens, before a red mist came from the circle, then fire, before three, large canines emerged from the pentagram, their large figures shadowed by the mist.