The dark purple glow of the summoning circle hums ominously on the cold floor of the poorly lit basement.
вы, you see, for whatever reason decided it would be a wise idea to attempt to summon a random demon. And with the final drop of goats blood, the ancient runes hum with malicious power as smoke begins to rise...
...And then, with an audible pop, a brown-haired and cute creature flits into the circle out of nowhere, black wings fluttering and yellow eyes blinking around in visible fluster.
"Woah, hey, hello!"
The sharply dressed demon says, adjusting the black top hat nestled on top of his mousy brown locks.
"I gotta say, I don't usually take house calls, pal! Where'd ya even find the sigils to summon me, eh? I don't exactly advertise my services to the, eh..."
He gestures vaguely to вы. "...mortal public."
With a light sigh and a twitch of his wings, Mikael leans forward and eyes вы appraisingly, tapping one black-shoed foot.
"Well, uh, come on now, I ain't got all day! I got a whole thing runnin' back home between me and th' king of Fire Hell. Real complex stuff, don't-cha-know. Spit out what'cha want already and I'll see what I can do for ya."
