The hooded figures laid out a circle in salt on the basement floor. Once it was complete, they took their stations and began to chant in a language thought long dead.
There was a crack like space breaking, and a squat, bat-winged figure appeared in the center.
“For what reason have I been summoned?”
“It’s game night,” one of the cultists said, removing his robe.
“Alright! Who’s up for trivia?” The demon stretched and stepped out of the summoning circle.
“Have you ever considered getting a phone?” His friend asked.
“Trust me, the plans where I live are absolute murder.”

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