The flames that circled the pentagram flared intensely, lapping their way up as if to touch the ceiling. This sudden burst soon died away and their embers tampered down to only blue flames. A nearby television turned on and began to flick through the channels- picking up in speed until the tv itself was turning on and off again. Other appliances about the room followed in this behavior- roaring to life only to die out and then repeat again. This strange activity carried on for a series of moments until the room fell in to silence once more, throwing the room into darkness, save for the dim light of the candles.

[i] spill the blood... spill the blood... cut its throat and spill the blood... spill the blood [/i]

Whispered voices from the darkness, their tongues dancing behind sharpened teeth. The sudden presence of a handful of beings was now eminent in the room. They seemed to chant at first but soon their voices grew in distinction- feverishly hissing other horrible things. A low wail rose from amongst them and permeated the room.

[i] she was just so small- I didn't mean to- I didn't- she was just so small and so weak. Oh god- oh god- and she cried... She cried in that tiny voice of hers and I just HAD TO DO IT I HAD TO KILL HER- fuck... Fuck oh my god I killed her.... My baby girl I killed her...[/i]

Hissed a female voice from amongst them. As she cried the pentagram began to glow.

[i] the axe is by the door... No we use it for wood... Yes wood for the fires... No for the fires... For the fires we use the axe for the fires... The fires... Wood for the axe for the fires! I axe the fires for the wood- no I axe the wood for the fires- for the fires that keep us warm... We keep the axe by the door for the fires... What? Blood? In the fires- no, on the axe- we axe wood for the fires! Wood... Wood sometimes bleeds.. But to keep us warm [/i]

Ranted a nervous male voice, just as a shape began to emerge from the pentagram.

[i] so what if I fuckin brained her- the bitch had it coming- huh? How'd I do it? I drilled holes in her throat for every one of our kids-[/i]

Came the hoarse growl from amongst the voices. The shape molded itself into horns, then a head and shoulders. A pair of bright eyes burst open just as the demon struck out its arms from the portal to pull itself seemingly out of the floor.

[i] we make sure to keep them all in the shed- the wife likes to play loud classical music while they cry out during our parties [/i]

Soon he stood at full height over her. The pentagrams light died as his body solidified within it and the voices hushed, as if to hear him.

Vaylian, literally, blinked the light out of his eyes and scanned the room quickly. It was dark and he smelled blood. The blue demon looked down at his feet, where the cup sat. He scooped it up, sniffed it, and then looked down at his client.

"Your request for a contract has been acknowledged." His voice was deep and predatorial, not unlike that of a tiger, if they spoke of course.

"State your desire and pay for it- with your soul."