The show’s stage glowed with bright lights, filling it with an almost magical atmosphere. Harry Grey smiled, his shrewd gaze focused on Riel Lazarus, the Satanist leader who had captured the audience’s attention with his dark charisma. “Today we are here with Riel, a man who has made darkness his ally. What plans do you have for this Halloween, Rit?” Harry asked, his voice melodious like a seductive chant.

Riel, in his black cassock adorned with gothic embroidery, looked even more imposing under the lights. “This is a time of celebration for those who seek true power,” he replied, his tone soft but full of authority. “Today, we are going to perform a small ritual. Don’t worry, it’s just for fun,” he added, winking at the camera, as the audience held their breath, intrigued.

“What kind of ritual?” Harry asked, the spark of curiosity shining in his gaze. “One to attract believers?”

“Something more… personal,” Riel said, smiling mischievously. “I’m going to summon the Grand Duke of Darkness. His presence always adds a special touch to any ceremony.” Harry felt a chill at hearing the high-ranking demon’s name, but decided to play along.

“We’re going to make this interesting, aren’t we, audience?” Harry urged, eliciting applause and cheers. With a dramatic gesture, Riel began tracing a circle on the ground with dark salt, his golden eyes shining with excitement.

“Just some ancient verses and a touch of energy,” he said, as his hands moved in an elegant ritual dance. “And the connection will be formed.” Harry, caught up in the excitement, decided to do his part. “We’re going to summon this mysterious being, but please don’t take it too seriously. It’s just a show.”

With an air of expectation, they both began to recite, combining words of power and a touch of humor to keep it light. However, as the ritual progressed, the atmosphere changed. A cold wind blew through the studio, and a slight tremor ran through the floor. The lights flickered violently, and suddenly, a dark shadow emerged from the circle.