When the words of summoning and binding were finally over with, Arin steeled himself before looking up. He kept reading as a figure solidified, deciding it'd be best if he kept his eyes glued to the page until after he was done. It didn't make it any more comforting when a pair of red eyes shined through the smoke. Arin ignored the fact he was starting to sweat, continuing the incantation. The interior of the pentagram's border started filling with smoke, an invisible circular wall containing it in a columnar shape. Not one syllable could be out of place, or the demon could be able to escape its pentagram. He looked at his book and started reading the incantation as he'd been practicing. He'd looked into some beginner level demons, finding that this one liked sunlight, so it couldn't be all bad, right? He left the curtains in the room open for this purpose, hoping it'd earn him some brownie points, if the demon took a liking to him. In any case, he took several more deep breaths, pretending he wasn't procrastinating, nervous about his first choice of demon. By his age in the magic business, he should have been able to summon minor beings by now, but he'd never really took an interest in it until he heard how useful demons could be from his fellow conjurer Mark. He had double checked every sigil, triple checked all the right seals, and after months of study, he was ready to summon his first demon. He'd gone over the summoning process at least a hundred times.
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