The large old leather book sat open in her lap. It was heavy, the spine creased from age and use. The papers nearly brittle, some with questionable stains. On the floor a pentagram has been drawn with a sharpie, with a bowl and a candle at every point. In the bowls were some herbs, a piece of raw chicken, stones, wine, and a lock of hair.
Callie sure hoped this worked. A small voice in the back of her mind was yelling that she had finally lost it. Trying to summon a demon? Ridiculous. Another part of her was for sure afraid. What if her Grandmother was right and an actual demon appeared? But, she needed her wish granted, needed for life to get better again. If this was the only way than so be it. If it failed, than, she would be the only one who knew.
Finally ready she set the book on the ground on the page with the weird words and stood. The book hadn't mentioned a dress code so she wore her favourite jeans and a sweater. Her blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail and brown eyes framed by slightly dirty glasses.
The words in the book were not English. She had spent the previous day with her grandmother practicing until the old woman deemed her pronunciation correct. Basically, the words for asking for the demon to come forward and grant her wish. They felt odd, coating her tongue.
After the first few seconds after she had finished the spell nothing happened. Callie felt a mix of disappointment and relief. It wasn't to last long however. Smoke began to plume from the candles and was pulled into the center of the pentagram with a strong wind. There it built up until Callie couldn't see through the area. All the bowls shook one at a time, the contents gradually disappearing.
Callie shivered with sudden real fear when the smoke cleared to reveal a figure. It was a demon. A real breathing demon. It was humanoid in shape, with male features. Maroon skin that looked thick like hide. It was stretched tight over a well-muscled stomach. Arms thick as tree branches carried hands with fingers that ended in talons. The creature's thick legs were hairy, a loincloth covering the private area. Callie had to lift her head to see the demon's he was easily seven feet tall.
His eyes were completely black, and his grin revealed sharp teeth. From dark curly hair sprouted two black horns that curved slightly inward. Small sharp horns also poked out on his shoulders, these only the size of a thumb.
"You summoned me, human?" The demon asked. His voice was very, very, deep.
"Uh...yes..." Callie stammered.
"What is your wish?" The demon crossed his arms.
"Holy shit you're...real!"
"Yes. Do not fear, I cannot leave this circle without your permission."
"Yes...my Grandmother told me that."
The demon spotted the book on the ground. "Ah, yes, your Grandmother wished for the powers and spells of witches even though she isn't one."
"She also said your name is Roruk. So Roruk I ask you to grant my wish...That Ian Teller is to be broke and lonely for the rest of his life!" Callie ordered.
The demon took a deep breath, looked Callie up and down, and let out a large sigh.
"You humans are always so hasty with your wish. What has this Ian Teller done to you?"
"He asked me to marry him, then two months later skipped out with his assistant and all my savings!" Callie growled.
"SO now you wish for him to know what that's like. Typical. I can offer you so much more if you're willing to pay a higher price..."