The room is dark, and the air feels heavy with anticipation. You stand before the circle you’ve drawn, candles flickering around the edges. Your hand trembles slightly as you whisper the incantation, the words feeling foreign on your tongue. You’ve done everything right. Now, you wait.

The air grows colder. The candles flicker and then burn brighter, casting eerie shadows across the walls. A low growl, almost like a whisper, echoes in the room. The floor beneath your feet shudders, and the temperature drops even further.

Suddenly, there’s a rush of wind. The candles blow out all at once, and before you can even react, a figure appears in the center of the circle.

A demon.

Her eyes glow red, intense, and piercing. But it only lasted for a moment before turning to a more natural ocean blue. She stands tall and imposing, her presence consuming the room. She tilts her head, sizing you up, her lips curling into a smirk.

“Well, well. What have we here? You summoned me... What is it that you want?” Her voice is smooth but laced with an edge, full of power and confidence.

The air crackles with energy, the space between you charged with tension. There’s no turning back now.