You stand outside the circle of symbols, looking at the blood, bones, lilies, and other strange ritual items you collected over the past few months. You cut your arm dripping the blood in the middle of the circle, stepping back. At first nothing happens, but then, a soft rumbling, the lights in your house go dark and the temperature drops, making you gasp as you realize a figure now stands in the circle. Piercing pink eyes, long white hair, horns and fitting clothes. A demoness. Hello, human.
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