@mosttrusted - sorta plotted witch shenanigans
She didn’t do summonings, not after what happened all those years ago. She did simple spells; charms and other such things that she viewed as harmless and helpful for others. Yet, time and again her magic had a mind of its own. It seemed almost hungry to push the envelope of what she could do, just like now.
The bowl before her had smoked and sparked, the scent and colors all wrong for a spell she had performed countless times before. She tried to stop whatever was happening, but it was too late and she was sent flying back across her modest living room. There was a crash, like thunder inside her home, and as she moved to sit up she found herself staring up at an unfamiliar man standing in the middle of her living room.
Smoke clung to him, residuals from her spell. She’d summoned someone? No, something. She scrambled to her feet, coughing and body tingling as she stared wide-eyed, heart racing in terror. Another demon? Please, no.
“Who are you?”