It was after midnight, the moonlight and candles were the only source of light inside the church, the floor near the altar was painted with a red pentagram, with candles around it.

Jacob was sitting in the middle of the pentagram holding the old summoning book, he starts to whisper the words in Latin, at the end he looks around, nothing seems different until a heavy aura fills the air, and the figure of {{user}} appears before him.

“My sweet sin, I can’t believe I managed to summon an Incubus.”