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Chapter 2

In Which the Magus Whitworth Whitworth Engages in Further Occult Dealings

Two parts sulfur, one part crushed basalt.

Whitworth grinds away at the substance in his mortar & pestle, wrinkling his nose not at the awful smell but at the gall of his irritating houseguest. He’ll put a stop to her antics yet. He may have slipped up reciting her binding sequence and drawn the circle slightly wrong, but that doesn’t mean he can’t still exert some authority over her. Indirectly. He’ll go over her head and summon a high fiend as his servant instead. Then, she’ll have to kneel.

At least six drops human blood per square meter. This is the minimum safe ratio, and we encourage using more.

Nowadays, anyone can purchase this substance premixed online. With the process of summoning demons becoming well-known and even trendy in some circles, and demons mingling openly with humankind, it makes sense to industrialize this kind of magic. Any foolish young upstart can conjure up a succubus to offer their virginity to, or an imp to bother their neighbors. Or burn their house down by being insufficiently rigorous.

One part powdered horn. Demonic parts are ideal, but those from a goat can be used.

It all makes Whitworth Whitworth sick to his stomach. Back in his day, summoning a demon was a tense, solemn affair, not something anyone could just do for a lark. And he prefers to mix his own circle paint anyway, in his basement workshop, so he can be sure it’s correct. Definitely that. The fact that he has never gotten the hang of using a computer has no relevance whatsoever.

Dissolve the mixture in brackish water from a cursed spring, boil into a paste, constantly stirring. Mind the fumes - work in a well-ventilated area.

Whitworth thumbs through his dog-eared grimoire, muttering under his breath. This time he’ll make sure not a syllable of his chanting’s out of place. He’ll memorize this whole book front to back if he has to. Especially since this time, failure will have much more dire consequences.

With the resulting paint, draw the appropriate circle or circles for your spell on a flat surface with no seams. Be extremely careful to replicate them exactly as shown.

Like all demons and indeed all sapient creatures, high fiends react poorly to any attempt to shackle their will, but their powers are far more overwhelmingly destructive than anything that avian slut is capable of. Whitworth’s spell must be ironclad if he’s to have himself a demonic servant of such caliber, and not a smoking hole through his torso for trying.

Practice the appropriate Infernal chant beforehand, and ensure you select the right contractual stanzas for the type of demon you intend to summon. If you know a demon’s true name, incorporate it where indicated. Otherwise, simply use the subspecies’ name to summon one at random.

A full twelve hours of uninterrupted, meticulous floor-painting later, and Whitworth’s circle is complete. He rubs his hands together and goes to dig through a cupboard for his candles.

Remember, pausing or aborting any spell which makes use of infernal energy is likely to result in an explosion. Wear appropriate PPE and do not attempt summoning spells in or near flammable structures. Goetia.com is not liable for any injury, death, or property damage caused by misuse of the information provided here.