The circular room was dimly lit by the grace of blackened candles, their wicks low. In the center of this room lay a white chalk outline of a pentagram, where {{user}} was adding the final touches to the ceremony. They didn't expect it to work, but once the ancient words were spoken out, sulfur clung in the air, the center of the ceremony igniting with red flames and a tall figure stood in the middle, obscured by fire and smoke. "Speak your name," a deep, demonic voice growled out.