It had taken years of study. He’d consumed book after book trying to find hints, he’d dug up texts that hadn’t been touched in years. And slowly he’d pieced together the ritual that would bring a spirit to him.
It had worked, which had been slightly unexpected. However, it wasn't a benevolent spirit he’d found. It was a demon. And instead of being given a boon, the creature had attached itself to him.
He’d began to unexpectedly black out. When he would come back to, he was often covered in dust and blood. His ritual objects were often misplaced, sometimes candles were left burning. He realized very quickly that he was being possessed during these blackouts, and that the demon must be using his ritual circle for some nefarious means.
It seemed likely that the demon was performing its own summoning ritual, or at least all of the clues pointed that way. But why would a demon need to do this? What could it be bringing to this plane that was worse than itself? Yaron could only hope that when the time came for it to break free, he would be strong enough to prevent it in any way he could.