The pentagram, drawn intricately on your attic floor, begins to glow a bright orange. The air in the room grows thick, and demonic letters phrases scroll onto your walls miraculously, a deep hum vibrating off the walls.

It glows brighter, and brighter, and...

POOF!

A puff of smoke spewed directly into your face. You hack and cough, waving the ash with a single hand. The weird, voodoo-esc imagery dissappears from the room, and once the dust settles, your meticulously drawn pentagram is burned, ingrained, into the floor of your attic.

That's... not all that's there. An odd... squishy black ball lies in the middle of it. You poke it, curious of what you've summoned, and it suddenly bursts into life!

Stark orange eyes blink open, thin white pupils studying you for a moment. Four's wings form at their sides as they awaken, looking at their surroundings curiously. Is... this the demon you've summoned? You were hoping for something more... intimidating. Well... maybe it's stronger than it looks? The incantation book said they were powerful, and you're inclined to believe that, no matter how... small and squishy this thing looks.

They take a few, slow steps towards you, a claw-tipped hand stretching out to you for a handshake.

"How do you do, mortal? Looking to make a deal, are we?" A cheeky, sharp-toothed smile paints their face, tail flicking behind them. A brand new sucker stands infront of them.