"Don't worry, we'll be meticulous in making sure that everything is done up to par," he said reaching out to place a hand on her shoulder.
The next several hours were dedicated to preparing for their spell. They made the wax tablet and looked up the right protection spells. They had to pick which demon they were going to call on as the book listed many of them, their legions and what they could possibly do for the wizard or witch who called on them. Octavius had decided that perhaps they shouldn't call on one of the named demons but rather one of the Legions that they controlled. He decided on Prince Sitri and once everything was properly placed with the candles, the wax tablet, facing the proper direction, he began.
Sitting at a table with her, he reached over and took her hand before taking a deep breath and began chanting. There was a great deal of chanting in Latin-most of which he didn't even understand himself but he was confident that he was doing right.
Only moments after they began there was a gust of cold wind that seemed to come out of no where in the windowless room. It caused the candles to flicker. Loose pages from books and that were placed on his desk fluttered. Octavius suddenly gasped as though he found it hard to breath and his hands grasped her tightly. His head dropped down then everything went very quiet.