The call thundered throughout the room, shaking artifacts off of the walls and spilling the bowl. The book burst into flame and a clawed, scaly hand pulled up from botwixt the design written in blood, reaching out for the book and then dragging it into the symbols, where it vanished from existance.
The man calmly arose, aware of what had been done, this was the desired effect of his actions, and he was glad for it. If he had failed, his body would be being torn apart in the underworld right now, instead, the offering of a piece of his soul had been accepted by the demon. "Mona, will you come to me, I wish to speak to thee." the man said staring into the bloody mess on the ground.
A bloody roar echoed through the room and the walls began to crack. A normal person would be running in fear right now, but he had prepared for this day, he needed Mona more than anything else, Mona was his only chance. He pulled a beautiful bow off of his back and knocked a silver trimmed arrow in it, preparing for her arrival. He may feel confident but he isnt stupid.
"Mona, are you ready to join me?"he spoke to the ground, starting to feel confused. WHy hadnt she come up yet, she had answered the call, she had taken the offering, why was she still not with him? He started to worry, it was hard to obtain the dagger and book, he had already sacrificed a part of himself for this, if he failed, he would be doomed. He needed this, what would happen if he fail... his thoughts were interrupted when a screeching came from beneath him, she had acepted the offering, he would finally meet her.
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