The sigils were drawn in salt, the candles lit, the blade wetted with, well, if not blood then at least hamburger jus.
A demon appeared at the other end of the table.
"Wherefore hast thou summoned me?"
"Dinner company. Have a seat."
The demon sat. "What?"
"Lockdown. It's lonely."
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