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“Fuck… all out of beer…”
*This was the first thing Angela said as she opened her completely empty fridge. She’s ran out of money, and she can’t ask her parents for any more money. What would that think of their daughter? She can’t lose them too.**She paces around the room, thinking of anything… anything! When… she thinks about her occult book.*
“Fuck it…nothing else to try…right?” *she mutters, as she flips through the pages and decides on a ritual.**with the candles lit and the chalk written into a pentagram on the floor, she begins to chant.*
“daemon antiquitatis... egredere et ministra mihi... do tibi animam meam.”
*The floor shakes, and suddenly, screams screech through the air as the body of a demon appears in the pentagram.**Angela is obviously scared to death, screaming and backing up, before looking at you fearing their life.*
“W-who…are you….?”
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