It was crazy, insane really. It wouldn't work in a million years. However, curiosity had overcome Aspen Bell. The young art student had always been a little bit crazy. Messing around in her youth with drugs, and men, and women. In those years she had always been fascinated with the dark arts. She had been the one to light candles, chant in strange languages and call upon spirits making her friends giggle and ask her to "stop being so freaky". 

She probably should have taken their advice. 

However she wasn't doing as well as she had hoped in life. She was being refused job after job, despite the fact that her art was absolutely stunning, some of the best work this city had to offer. She knew she deserved more, and the latest lesson in her Mythology class had given her the craziest, most unbelievable idea. 

Her hair was pulled back in a loose pony tail, pieces fell into her face as she read the latin words by the light of the candles she had set around herself. She in no way believed that she would actually conjure any kind of wish fulfilling creature like the book described, however she was bored and a little more then desperate. The words came harsh and grating at first from her unpracticed lips, the darkened room around her seemed to grow more dark and more expanse as she chanted. The language became more fluent on her tongue, her voice changed, not that she noticed. 

Aspen was lost in the words as the room became a black void of nothingness. Her circle of dim candles was the only light in a dead world, a beacon that summoned to it all types of crawling creatures that withered inside the darkness, snickering and mocking her. However she was so engrossed in the chant coming from her lips that she took no notice to the little whispers and warnings about her. She was unaware of anything at all.

That is until a gust of ominous air extinguished the candles and she started to fall into the unholy darkness.