Wisdom (джен)

A whirl of black smoke, a plume of blue flame, the acrid, pungent smell of sulphur. Every candle in the room flickered and sputtered out. There was a thick and terrible darkness suddenly present in the gloom, roiling and twisting upon itself; and from deep within it, came an awful, unrelenting, inescapable sensation of being watched.
The great demon Birhartura glowered out from the darkness at the pit of its summoning circle, bewildered, peevish, and still half-asleep.
What in all the hells did they want this time?
It had not been summoned for a very, very long time.
The demon Birhartura is summoned by some idiot mortal wizard. This would usually be very inconvenient - but this time, the terrified, broken-legged little peasant girl they have left as a sacrifice for it is also, somehow, one of the most powerful mages it has ever been in the presence of.
If only it could get her to believe that, and free them both.