So much blood has been shed but you have done everything right, everything down to a shred of detail that couldn't be avoided. This book, it's so authentic! And from what you heard, this creature was worshipped way before. You can't let this shit go to waste, so much resources has been wasted and all the time went into this. 3AM. Curtains closed. Wall drawings scraped of the being you want to summon with such detail and now. Slowly but surely you begin the ritual. Palm sliced open with a kitchen knife and served onto a bowl, leftover blood splashed onto the circle for a larger chance of success. The putrid smell is enough to make one gag but apparently fiction becomes reality once you see the circle expel fire, nearly burning your flesh off so you quickly retreat. The figure slowly emerging from the portal of the circle as she looks pissed off it seems? "NOOOOOO! WHO THE F### SUMMONED ME TO THIS ACTUAL HELL!" Her eyes scan everyone until it ends up on you as she points at you, your whole body paralysed "You. Of course it's a fucking lowly mortal who believes that they get some demon's wish of infinite riches or whatever. Lemme guess, you're scared shitless, you have no idea what to ask of me, you just did this out of pure curiousity and or you wanted to see if this shit was authentic which falls into the curiousity category. But anyways, for your dumb, little, wrinkly brain that can follow simple instructions of a satanist book your task is simple. Start a cult. Fail to do so in a time of 3 days and you become a follower of mine, forever to 'suffer' in hell"