[ WP ] While putting your favorite condiment on a sandwich , you accidentally draw a symbol that summons demons .

& nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; It was the end of a very long day for me. I smiled down at my sandwich. It was nearly perfect. Only one last touch was needed. I reached into my pocket and grabbed my little bottle of Satan's Blood Hot Sauce. A dribble here, a line there. And just a little more to keep the mayo from overwhelming it and it was ready. I placed the second piece of bread on top, brought it to my mouth and bit down. 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; My mouth was on fire. That was to be expected. What was *not* expected was the sudden appearance of a gout of flame before me. It swirled malevolently. I almost dropped my sandwich. 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; The smell of brimstone wafted from the flames and they slowly faded away, leaving behind a being that looked like the work of a sculpter who had only the vaguest idea what a human looked like. It was corpulent, it's skin mottled yellowish scales, and its face misshapen. One corner of it's mouth hung open, with a little bit of drool slowly dripping out, which sizzled as it hit the carpet. 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; Confronted with this being, my one thought was *Holy shit! * Well, that, and I was pretty sure I could kiss the deposit to my apartment goodbye, what with the fire damage, and the demon drool eating a hole in my carpet. 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; I stared at it for a good long moment. I swallowed my mouthful of sandwich, then cleared my throat. `` Hello? Do you mind not drooling on the carpet?'' 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;'' Sorry Master,'' it said, in a voice that sounded like a hundred ravening beasts. It closed its mouth stemming the tide of demonic drool. 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;'' Master? Who-*what* are you?'' I asked incredulously. Then I took another bite of the sandwich. My mouth was on fire again, but no more pyrotechnics in my apartment displayed. 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp;'' I am Gula. I am a demon of Gluttony. You summoned me with your unholy hot sauce, drawn in my symbol.'' 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; I stared at my sandwich for a moment, then looked back up at him. `` Whoever heard of a demon summoning ritual with a somantic component of *eating*?'' 
 & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; Apparently it heard me, as it replied. `` I *am* a demon of *gluttony*.'' 
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