No, I do not think so.

I scoffed at that. Fool. One does not simply possess a daemon. There are some daemons, no more than mere goblins, which can be dominated by a human – but a daemon primarch? Good luck. Still, I wanted to see if this Somerled could match his bold words with action. I pressed against the pentagram with some tendrils of power, but it was a bastion against me. I silently cursed the man for his power. But a daemon is nothing if not patient. When not called into the mortal realm, we daemons exist in the aether, for eternities. I would wait for him to make a mistake, and then strike with the power of a thousand dying suns.

He recited another incantation and the pentagram stopped glowing. The whirling energies that had filled the room dissipated. He closed his eyes, waited a moment, and then stepped out of the pentagram and stood before me.

"Speak, daemon."

His voice was commanding, infused with the ancient power of the summoner.