I was in an old church, holding what looked like a book. Not knowing it was actually the grimoire for a demon.

Reading the flashes from the book, the sky flickered red and after a moment of red upside-down crosses forming on the walls in hopefully red ink,

a demon was now infront of me.

A goat skulled & horned demon, wearing a pitch black cloak, wearing a pentagram necklace that stood out.

What did it want? was it gonna kill me?