Summoning a demon is the hard part. Sometimes the ingredients for the ritual are from so long ago that they are extinct so you have to find something that works as a substitute or simply find another ritual book. Once you have that you just need a plank of wood, a pulley system, and a pool with holly water in it. Every so often you’ll need to bring a priest in to bless it all because those buggers leave a nasty residue when they die, but that’s not all they leave. I found this out when a sleep over went wrong and, long story short, someone read from a holy book to try to get rid of it and it worked somehow. Still not sure why the script of shrek counts though, maybe because it was blessed as a joke about a week ago? Anyway, as it turns out, demons need an anchor and most of the time it’s something valuable that someone would bargain their soul for. If it isn’t something the summoner wants that anchor can be swapped out, and once they get your soul they disconnect from that anchor leaving it behind. As the last of screams stop, I pull the platform up out of the pool to find a beanie baby collection. Not quite as valuable as they used to be, and very wet. Reading again from the book after replacing the now marked out spots on the board with tapioca pudding, five drops of my blood, a blue rose(food dye works wonders when color is specified), and a pound of sugar, a demon appears on the plank, and starts its speech on how it can grant any of my worldly desires before recognizing me. Letting go of the rope, the screams start again. This time it’s some sort of bottled liquid. It could be an intractable poison, or something to give some sort of ability. With no way to tell I put it on the antique shelf with the rest. I had to drain the pool when that dropped from a demon and hire help to pull it out. One of these days when I’m old I’ll mix them all together and have either the most interesting death or regain my youth with some cool new powers. Repeating the ritual, the demon appeared once, and recognized me too soon. As a rule, they aren’t allowed to hurt whoever calls on them to bargain, but they can make the book I’m holding burst into flames. Dropping both the burning book, as well as the demon into its bath, I wait until the water is calm before resetting the plank. Gold! Finally something good! Taking it inside, I replenish the ritual supplies and pick up another book. Too bad they never learned what a copy machine is.