He'd pieced the summoning circle plan from a dozen sources, the information deliberately spread out to avoid this situation, a mortal trapping a demon to extract power.
He'd drawn it out to the millimetre, every line of chalk exacting. And after saying the right words and burning the sacrifice, he stared at the circle, awaiting the demon to appear.
Then he felt the claw tap him on the shoulder.
"So, fun fact, you needed to invert the design. Or be in the circle, as that's the sole point in existence I can't be."
Then the claw ran along his throat.
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