He tossed the powder over the line of candles and into the pentagram, and as every time, the demon appeared with no more disturbance than a slight smell of sulfur.
“Why have you summoned me, human?”
“Oh, great Skekrog, I have a request. I offer this, my sacrifice, as well as my supplication to—”
“Wait, aren’t you that Senator? You’ve got an open account, right? Don’t you already have wealth and power? Not to mention that nineteen year old at the Watergate?”
“It’s not enough! I—”
“Appalling. It’s going to cost you another soul. You have a firstborn?”