A Binding Contract

Anna sucked in a deep breath and closed her eyes. "Kuzzaz, Great Master of Hell, Anna… calls upon you."

She was at a loss for what else to say.

But just as Ladislas had said, Kuzzaz appeared in front of them. Anna hadn't even stood up from the couch as she called on him.

"Seriously?" Kuzzaz asked. "This is how you call me?" He looked pissed off by how he had entered.

Ladislas shrugged. "Just punishing you for keeping me in the dark about your true intentions," he said calmly. He drew circles on Anna's shoulder, keeping her from turning to glare at him. But it was all in vain. She did turn to glare at him. 

"You said that was the right way to call him!" she said.

"He did come, did he not? It's not the wrong way to call on him. Instead, he is an old grouch who likes to follow elaborate traditions and rituals needed to call him. Call it a power trip, if you will."