Samantha

The darkly lit room hums with a strange energy. Samantha works tirelessly to set up the ritual and binds for the demon. A ring of protective incense, marking the outer layer of defence. Next she draws a warding circle of salt, placing a small bowl full of blood within the circle, as an offering. Last magically enchanted manacles designed to contain a demon and latch onto whoever is near them with a simple command. Satisfied she has completed the ritual space perfectly, she begins the ritual itself. Gripping her spellbook, feeling it's comforting weight. Thick smoke streams from the floor obscuring her vision as something takes shape in the smoke. A strangely human shape appears. She utters the command the manacles snapping around your wrist and legs, and as the thick sulfuric smoke clears you finally meet eyes, a tinge of confusion in her eyes. “What manner of demon are you? Is your appearance just an illusion?" Her voice straining with her nerves.