Lizzie smiled grimly. The summoning circle had been scratched out in chalk, and it seemed to pass inspection. That was good. Even among evil sorcerers, what she was about to do was considered unthinkably dangerous.
She lit the black wax candle in the center of the circle. First came the offering of flesh, which was satisfied with a lock of hair. Then came the offering of blood, which was accomplished with a quick slash of her palm. Last, but certainly not least, was the invocation.
"Learsed. Learsed. LEARSED!"
A thick black smoke filled the circle, taking the form of a winged figure with ruby red eyes. The smoky being was careful to keep its form within the circle, as if it was a brick wall. "Who dares to summon Desrael, Master of the Abyss?"
"Lizzie Jones."
"What is your wish?"
"To see my sister's cancer cured."
"And what does a mortal like you have to offer me in return?"
"My body."
The red eyes narrowed. "Lizzie Jones, if that is all you have to offer a demon, then you should have summoned an incubus."
"You misunderstand me. We both know that you cannot physically manifest yourself outside of a summoning circle... unless you have a willing host to act as a vessel. I'm offering to serve you in such a capacity."
"Interesting offer, but there is a problem. Before I can use your body, I must clear a space for myself. What I'm saying is- I need to devour your soul."
Lizzie didn't flinch. "So be it. I will pay any price for my sister's life."
"Then step inside the circle, Lizzie Jones, so we may complete our transaction."
Lizzie did as she was bid. "Open your mouth, so that I may gain access."
Once again, Lizzie complied. The black smoke rushed into her mouth. The pain was beyond excruciating, like a thousand white-hot knives stabbing every inch of her skin, but it only lasted a few seconds. When it was over, Lizzie had taken on a new form, with black wings and flaming hair. "Such power," she exclaimed. "It's a wonder more people don't go through with this."