Eru
Eruraviel sat down in the air, demon wings popping out at her thighs and flapping lightly. "I won't get in the way, don't worry. I want to watch."
HannahHuh. "Succubus elf...?" Hannah mumbled to herself as she got to work moving the table. It was simple enough for her to do that with no visible exertion, and then get to work drawing the magical circle with a tongue of hellfire at the tip of her tail. The flame floated just scarcely over the floor and filled the room with a hint of brimstone scent. Hannah began to chant to herself, enunciating
something in a dead language.
"▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄"
It was like nothing Eruraviel had ever heard before, and that was before the cambion's voice dropped to an octave shy of guttural as the incantation continued. The flames rose up from their initial formation as some form of elaborate magical seal, twisting and folding over itself into the rough shape of a beast. No - a woman with wings and a tail much like the two already in the room.
The scent of brimstone grew stronger and stronger as the shape became more defined, took on substance and texture until...
"... what is thy bidding, daughter of my master~?" The gorgeous devil knelt on the floor and announced herself thus. The remnants of the hellfire circle remained intact around her, mere embers flickering in the comparatively dark room in the inferno's absence.
Hannah grimaced at the reminder of how her powers of summoning were so limited. Even her human mother could force demons to her will, but as a cambion she could only receive obedience by invoking Astaroth's authority. "Just remain in the circle, for now. Have a feel for where we are."
And the demon did so, frowning in concentration as her lovely body settled in for an indefinite wait. And she reached out, and felt... the succubus' eyes shot open. "What duke do you host in this place, half-breed?!"
Hannah held a hand up, and the circle surged up into a wall of hellfire. "I didn't give you permission to speak. In fact, don't." The succubus hissed in dismay at the warning.