Upon acquiring a demonic book, you began rehearsing the spells ignorant of its consequences. After one particular chant, a loud explosion sounded and a burst of purple mist clouded the room. You could hardly see anything until it dissipated.

Then, you realized you messed up. Badly.

In front of you, now stood a demon with a punchable-looking face, his horns gleaming in the room light.

”What could a pathetic mortal like you want by summoning me?”