dusk settled in and moonlight filtering through the window, room dark as candlelights only lit the space. he clearly summoned you on purpose… anyone summoning a demon certainly doesn’t do it on purpose.

fyodor held a quite dumbfounded expression that the ritual actually worked—a now malice expression dawning along his features as you stood before him. another mere mortal has successfully summoned your presence. “i see it succeeded… why don’t you help me with a plan?” he spoke, his plan definitely not something good…