"Prince! You don't understand! Bandits burned down another village yesterday!" shouted the man at the far end of the table, likely some minor fringe noble who's name he honestly couldn't remember.
A middle-aged man leapt out of his chair, slamming his fist down on the table. Hm... he didn't really remember this man either...
"Who gives a damn? The Northern Wall is more important - if we don't reinforce it, the Targons'll invade us!" howled the man, tinged with a hint of urgency and panic.
Northern Wall...? Oh right, this noble was in charge of the northern border. Not that this helped him remember his name...
Across the table, another man - this time with a darker complexion and dirt-brown hair - roared back.
"Shut up, fool! The Targons haven't crossed the border in decades. More importantly, pirates are running rampant raiding ships, no one wants to use my ports anymore!"
Anton slumped in his throne and groaned, quietly complaining to himself, "Father ... why didn't you chew carefully before swallowing? Look at what I have to deal with now, damnit."
Behind him, a man leaned forward and whispered in his ear.
"Prince, the preparations are complete."
Anton smirked, a tingle of excitement running down his back. He stood up and clapped his hands, silencing the chatter.
Anton cleared his throat and announced, "This meeting is over."
A quick, raised hand was enough to quell the protests and complaints that followed.
It took less than a minute for Anton and the Head Priest to reach the ritual room on the floor below. Anton paused briefly as a hand rested on his left shoulder. In response, he turned his head to look behind with an inquisitive look.
"You've memorized the incantation perfectly, right? When it comes to summoning demons, even the smallest mistake..." asked the elderly priest.
"Are you serious? I spent two months reciting this chat, I could probably do it while Targons waterboard me" replied Anton, rolling his eyes.
The priest shrugged. "Chalk, virgin blood, narcisuss petals and glue on Halloween? This is as good as it gets."
Anton yawned. "What could possibly go wrong?"
The priest's eyes bulged and he waved his hands frantically. "Don't tempt Lord Murphy! His mischief knows no bounds!"
As the priest left the room, Anton knelt down in the center of the chalk circle and placed the cup of virgin blood in the center of the other circle directly in front of him.
He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, in and out, waiting for the right time. As the clock struck midnight, the church bell began to ring, and Anton started reciting an age-old incantation.
Approximately ten minutes passed as he recited from memory. Then the blood inside the cup began to boil as the air inside the opposing chalk circle began to glow with an unearthly aura.
All of a sudden, a brilliant light filled the room, blinding him.
As Anton's vision slowly began to recover, he could see the faint silhouette of a human-shaped figure.
It was a loli.
"What the fuck?" asked Anton.
The girl stared at him.
"Uh... Hello?" questioned Anton.
The girl continued to stare at him.
"..." Anton stared back. Was this a staring contest...?
Unexpectedly, the girl began snickering.
"Ha, I win!" declared Anton triumphantly.
And then the girl stepped out of the chalk circle.
Anton choked, yelling, "Holy Shit!" before scrambling backwards. He reached back for the hot glue gun, brandishing at the girl.
As she took another step forward, he pulled the trigger, and some hot glue sprayed on the girl's stomach.
The girl stopped, looking down at the quickly drying glue on her stomach.
After staring at the glue for a few seconds, she looked up and asked, "... is this some kind of new fetish...?"
Anton staggered back, horrified. "What are you?"
The girl tilted her head, staring at him. "Me? I'm a figment of your imagination."
Anton staggered back once again. "What!? Doesn't that make me a pedophile?"
The girl spread her hands, indicating her lack of clothing. "That better be a rhetorical question."
Anton held up one hand. "Wait, that's not the problem here. You can't trick me - I know you're a demon. I summoned you here!"
She arched an eyebrow in response. "I'm not sure which you would prefer. A figment of your imagination, or a demon who's clearly broken out of your summoning circle."
Anton gulped and looked down, staring at the smudged chalk circle. "So I'm a pedophile then."
"Yep!" The girl smiled innocently.
Anton sunk to his knees and cried out to the heavens, unable to accept the truth.
The End.
