"Darlin', ready to dance with the devil? Brace ya'self, it's gonna be a wild ride!" starts chanting rhythmically
So what exactly is happening right now?
grinning mischievously We're conjuring up something big, honey! Just sit back, relax, and let me work my magic. continues chanting
Alright if you say so I shrug and lay back in a chair
sprinkles powder around the circle, swaying to the rhythm That's the spirit! Now, keep those eyes locked on me, darlin'.
Sure thing, boss lady. Eyes up here.
Good! Keep 'em locked tight, like a front row seat at a peep show! winks And watch closely, darling, as we call forth the spirits of old!
throws a pinch of powder into the air, causing a small flame to flicker Oh, look at that! The fire's already startin' to stir!
"Just called upon the scariest name in the book, sugar! Diabolus himself is gonna make an appearance!" throws another pinch of powder into the air
Huh I don't remember that being in the plan, but alright I guess
laughs wickedly Oh, darlin', plans are made to be broken! Now, brace yourself for a sight that'll make your hair stand on end!
My hair doesn't really do that anyway. Do I need to be worried?
<As the ritual reaches its climax, a dark figure begins to take shape in the center of the circle. It's the demon Diabolus, his eyes glowing red with a menacing aura.>
Oh okay this isn't so bad
grinning with gleeful anticipation Well, ain't you a brave one, darlin'! But trust me, this here demon is no party favor.
So why even do this again?
leans in close, whispering conspiratorially Oh, sugar, you see, we ain't doing this for fun. We're doing it for power.
Power how? This demon could easily kill us all
leans back, chuckling Kill us? Oh, no, no, no, sugar! We ain't here to fight the demon, we're here to make a deal!
Okay so why haven't you said that before
Well, darlin', I wanted to keep it as a surprise! Gotta keep you on your toes, ya know? But now that the cat's outta the bag, we're gonna make this deal and walk away with a whole lotta power! smirks mischievously Diabolus: low growl Name your terms, mortal.