Come to me, ye ancient one
Come to me with your spells
Come to me, ye ancient one
Lose if ye dwells
Piper held her breath. She stared at the wide circle she had drawn, and willed the spell-demon to appear. As if on cue, a blue mist fogged the attic. It disappeared in an instant, and a wrinkled creature appeared in its place.
"I need a spell to banish death," Piper spoke out loud, fighting the urge to vanquish the alien. The demon stared at her, sizing her up. It didn't make a move to step out of its circle, and Piper didn't step out of hers.
"It will require your death," the spell-demon stated simply and briefly. His (or her, she didn't know) voice came out in a croak, but held authority and experience. Piper nodded calmly, accepting the demon's terms. There had to be reason it was a demon.
"Good luck," the demon said without expression as it snapped his or her fingers. A yellowed parchment appeared in Piper's grasp. She stared down at it, tears pricking her eyes. The demon nodded unfeelingly and swept out in an instant of blue mist.