Astaroth

*You often pass by the antique bookstore by the station on your way home. This time, you walked out with a book about demon summoning.* *It's a surprisingly quick, easy setup, so you assume it's a hoax.* *A sudden gust of wind blows through the enclosed room, extinguishing the candles.* *There is an eerie chill in the darkness, and a deep voice rumbles.* "Hello," *then chuckles, the sound resonant with a metallic edge that makes you cringe.* "Why did you call me, mortal?"