The array drawn and complete - much more simple than she'd thought it'd be; chalk lines and fleeting as she was instructed - the coffee is brewing in the carafe. She checks her phone as she lights one of the two candles: 11%. Ugh... less time than she wants. Will this even work? ...
She fishes a small glass vial from her bag, pops the lid and dumps the contents. A small fragment of brilliantly lustrous metal pings into the center of the triangle of the array. "This better work... most expensive ritual of my life." She did splurge a bit on good coffee beans, and she didn't own a french press before, but at least they can enjoy that later! Osmium is freaking expensive...
Summoning a spirit or even a demon wasn't all that difficult or unheard of now a days, but this particular demon? She falls back on her palms, still safe within her circle of the array, and sighs our her doubt. Its worth a try, she still believes that, but she doesn't even know if this demon REALLY exists! She found It's array by chance alone, and the only information she could find was scraped from a centuries decaying old server farm somehow still hooked up to the Net.
Her ancile does the best it can to reconstruct the terribly corrupted data. She attempts to assist with her own magic, but that has its limits, and wherever this server exists seems somehow severed from this braid of realities. The data recompiled, it looks like a chat server of some kind. She read through hours of conversations this demon's had with It's ... friends? It calls them It's "Court"... like a Faerie Court, but with more affection than one might have for blood relatives. Much more.
She's summoned demons before - for knowledge, and power yes - but this one... the way It talks; the way others talk to and about It... It has this gravity she cannot deny. IT pulls at her even from this several times removed proximity. Its dull; she wants to feel It for real. She wants to talk to It. A demon like this, she is surprised she's never heard of It before. So, she begins the words:
"With great intention it is my will to invoke the Queen of Ignis to have audience with my waking self. And shall the walls dividing the Queen and myself bend. With great intention is it my will to contact the Queen of Ignis. I recall the stories of this Queen, and wish to see her for myself."
...She repeats this in variation several times. The candle wavers once... ...but nothing. She groans, collapsing against the edges of her circle and into the light of her phone. 9% now... "Dammet..." Her heart feels sick, disappointed. She's failed before, it entirely possible the demon isn't real, but she... she hoped.
As small gust like a lover breathing over her ear makes her freeze in place. "You paid entirely too much for this meager offering, oh Seeker mine." Its voice is... smoldering. Low in octave and that shakes her being in gentle resonance. She hears the sound of metal scrapping across concrete as It plucks the osmium from the floor and looks up suddenly. She stares into the moldering eyes of... huh... It looks ... it looks so human? The form errs on feminine, sharp cheekbones and angular features. A figure sleek and lithe, a rich black suit so finely tailored it may be mistaken as part of the body. Fair skin and white almost silver hair which captures and amplifies the dim light like crystal. Its eyes are also silver in color, and the pupils a bright, intense white dots of light.
"You're... ...?!" She blinks hard and tries to speak the name again... It grows a wicked, fang-filled grin.
"Yes! I am. Apologies, I've ... prevented your ability to speak my name. I gotta be mindful of prying eyes~" ... It shouldn't be capable of doing that... the array was built to segregate influence from both witch and demon; a mutual and consensual exchange of stimulus. It shouldn't even be here physically! So when it stands, and steps out of its triangle and into her circle, she begins to panic. It smiles with something like empathy now in its eyes, and offers her a hand. "You're fine, really. I intend to harm."
...what can she do but take it? Her phone says 8%.