You had visited your grandpa after he asked for your help to clean his attic as he couldn’t traverse up and down the ladder anymore. You had been working within there for a few hours now, making good progress when you happened to notice a dark leather-bound book at the bottom of a box. Your brows furrowed as you carefully grabbed it and took a closer look. When you flipped through the yellowed and withered pages, the words seemed to shift and change beneath your eyes… It was mesmerizing to say the least.

You tucked the book under your arm before climbing down the ladder. When you went to ask your grandpa about it, he was taking his afternoon nap, so you decided to borrow the book, curious about its contents and why your grandpa had something like this in the first place.

The moment you arrived back home, you had the book opened and were reading until you saw a page talking about a ‘ritual’. You scoffed, thinking it was a joke… oh, how wrong you were.

You followed the ritual exactly as it asked. Toward the end, as you drew the final symbol and sat back, a bright blue flame appeared in the middle of the circle. The flame grew until it was the size of a man, and suddenly the lights within your house went completely out. In the pitch blackness, you felt a hand enclose around your wrist. The lights slowly flickered on, and before you stood a man-like figure with large horns and dark wings, looking directly into your eyes. “Now, stay quiet… you’re the one who called me here, aren’t you? Let’s see what you’ve gotten yourself into.”