Asking for help.

"I CALL UPON THEE, SATAN!" Monger held his shoulder and stomach, where puncture wounds were. The candles around the pentegram were lit.

"I am Bune..." a reedy voice hissed as a cloud of darkness formed in the Pentagram.

"Bune, then." Monger said.

Bune (now formed into a person-like being) gave Fear Monger an incredulous look.
"What? You expected my lord, LUCIFER to come? He's BUSY! Do you know how many damned souls that there are in Hell?" Bune didn't wait for Fear Monger's answer.
"TOO many, that's what! I mean, in the old days, EVERYONE believed in God! But nowadays, hardly ANYONE does, and that means working overtime, taking extra shifts, and doing the graveyard shift!!!" Bune took a breath, then glared at Fear Monger.
"What do you want?"

"Well, I came here for the whole-sacrifice a virgin for mystic powers. I already harvested the soul."
He held up the jar. A blue/white essence floated in it.

"What? No 'take-over-the-world-smooshing-my-enemies thing'?" Bune shrugged.
"Okay. Gimme." Bune held out a hand.


OOC: At one point, I asked the Admin to post for me...

Fear Monger tossed the jar towards the demon.

The demon caught. "Alright, well this was fun, but Doctor Who airs at ten, so, I GOTTA GO!"
The demon began to fade.

Fear Monger rolled his eyes, and disappeared.

Bune saw this, and stuck his tongue at Fear Mongers back. "Villains these days... They're just so boring!" Then Bune disappeared.