“Please reconsider, it’s too dangerous!” John begged.
“It’s the only way!” Sarah cried, lighting the ceremonial candles.
“There are so many things we haven’t tried yet…” But he was quieted with a wave.
“Demon. I call upon you in the name of the ancient pact,” Sarah chanted as she dripped her blood into a golden goblet.
The demon appeared in a flash.
“THE PACT HAS BEEN HONORED. WHAT IS YOUR REQUEST?”
Sarah faltered, then asked in a shaking voice, “Is it going to rain tomorrow?”