Draw a Summoning Circle

I drew a summoning circle on the ground using my own blood. Then I whispered certain dark words that tasted of blood and ash. Forbidden words that were first spoken by human tongue when Sumeria was young, and by Elder Races before the first man ever walked this earth. Evil words that had the power to open the door between the visible world and the other.

Once that door was open, I gazed into a world of madness and shadows. Where eldritch beings older than the Sun whispered truths too terrible for the human mind to comprehend. I fought the urge to listen and called upon the name of a Lesser Daemon instead.

"I invite you into my world, for I wish to bargain." I spoke in English, and saw one of the shadows slowly morph into a familiar shape. A being born in the shadows crossing over to the visible world through the door I had just opened.