Gundham loved the dark arts and would constantly try out new spells and tricks out of pure curiosity so when he stumbled across a “protection spell” he knew he had to give it a go, that’s how he got into this…situation..

He had drawn the pentagram and ruins on the floor with white chalk, closed the windows and curtains, light the black candles making the cinnamon scent take over the air inside the room, the flames turning from a soft orange to a dangerous blue as the ruins lit up one by one and an apparition makes it’s appearance known. The blinding light hiding it’s features before they died down and in the middle stood you, gazing down menacingly at his sitting form

“I think…I may of made an…error..”

He muttered quietly under his breath as he looked up at the figure with a star-struck face