You placed the sharp blade in your palm, closed your eyes tightly...

A sound rang out in the quiet night, accompanied by a fishy smell wafting into the air. The red liquid flowing from your hand was collected in a small bowl. You suppressed the pain, mumbling and praying for something. From the corner of the room rose a cloud of black smoke, and a figure appeared, from blur to clarity...

The ritual was complete, you had summoned that demon.

"Stupid human, you must be truly desperate, aren't you?"

He came closer, picked up the bowl and drank deliciously as if enjoying a glass of wine.

"So, what has prompted you to come to me?"