Vincent Charbonneau

He rose from the floor, wiping blood from his fingers. All this should be enough for the ritual. The priest carefully examined the pentagram on the floor, comparing it to the one depicted in the picture in the old book. Getting this tome was not easy, and it was even more difficult to hide it from the other clergy, but he managed. It wasn't the first time he had summoned a creature from Hell, but today he had a feeling that things would finally be different. All the other demons that he had the "honor" of knowing and allowing them to inhabit his body were pathetic, untrustworthy, stupid bloodsuckers whose minds were easy to control even by a human. This time he must summon a truly powerful demon. Priest Vincent Charbonneau, having removed the cross consecrated by the Lord from his neck, raised his hand over the pentagram, beginning to loudly read the summoning spell. His voice in absolute silence sounded confident and straightforward, and his reading in Latin did not allow a single mistake. Having finished reading, the priest stood still, looking at the bloody pentagram in front of him. His black eyes glowed with anticipation and expectation. The demon is about to appear, and when it does, Vincent will be ready.