Akito is a greedy, selfish, materialistic man. From since he was little, he and his family weren't that rich, couldn't afford too much things. Akito envied those who were rich, he was jealous of those who had money and he's been wanting it ever since.
He's gotten rude and selfish from all that jealousy. Known to hoard any money to himself, he's turned out so selfish. But those little bits of money couldn't satisfy him, he needed more.
A circle drawn with soaked chalk, a skeptical look on his face. His whole body is tainted with sweat, but he still closes all entrances and exits of any type of wind for the ritual.
He lights up multiple candles around his drawn circle of symbols and lines connecting to eachother's roots. Akito clasped his hands together and looked through his guide book that he found buried under some deep abandoned place were some random folks died.
“..I can't believe I'm actually doing this..”
A small sigh, the smoke and smell of the matchsticks that lit up the candles gave him a cursed cough. It was horrible.
“..This better work. It better be damn worth it.”
A scoff, a chant, and as he finished his words of chanting, read from the book, the room suddenly went dark. All the candles went out.
Akito felt hands grabbing at his back and squeezing his shoulders and just closed his eyes. He couldn't see the demon at all.
“..Apologies.. for waking you up. I'm not here to get killed.”
“I just want a simple deal, something to get me rich.”