Jason was one moment at the supermarket buying something for himself, and in the other he was in a dimly lit stone room . Three people were staring in fear at him, one seemed to almost have soiling his undergarments. Jason looked around for a moment and saw that he once again was inside a pentagram, which ment he was summoned again.

'Motherfucker! Why does this keep happening to me? Are all the other fuckers who can be summoned on leave?' angrily thought Jason as fixated his attention towards the one who had summoned him. He seemed to be a very skinny and sickly old man who may die at any moment, but Jason didn't have any mercy for him.

"For what purpose did you call me here? Speak!" angrily shouted Jason, and the man immediately fell on his rear.

"Oo....o unholy one..the...the reason I've called you here is to..."

"Remember,tread lightly mage! Don't do anything you will regret." came a voice from behind and Jason couldn't help but look beyond the one who had summoned him. He saw t the one who spoke was a man wearing a well polished full plate medevial armor, and he held a pretty big swordon his hand. He wore a serious expression on his face and seemed to be protecting another man that held a handkerchief on his nose.

'The hell is going on here?' thought Jason as he was struggling to understand the situation, but all would be clear in a couple of minutes. The thin man nodded at the one holding the sword and he once again began to explain. "O unholy one I...'we' have called upon you to give us a solution, a helping hand. "

"A helping hand?" Jason grumbled " A helping hand at what?" the torches flickering at his voice.

"This city is beeing besieged by an army, and unfortunately for this city, they are to many. In a short amount of time they will definitely breach through the walls of this city to kill and pillage all they can without any mercy. We hope that you may have a solution for our dilemma."

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"I see...." was the only thing Jason could say as he immediately panicked on the inside. He had unfortunately gone from a request of curing an infection to repelling an army. He looked at the expecting faces of all the people on the room, and couldn't help but panic. He wanted to immediately immediately say no to their request and go back to his shopping, but he was afraid of what would happen if he said so.

In his one month back on earth he had read many stories and gained much information about things like this. Although the validity of them was questionable, he had to base his situation somewhere, and knew that besides summoning a devil to completeone of your requests , there were ways to also seal or bind him...and he really didn't want that, so he went with a softer approach. He did the best he could to be as intimidating , and deepened his voice. " You ask of me such a thing, but do you have anything to exchange for that? Repelling an army....do you think it is a child's tantrum you seek to calm?"

"I...uhhh..." the thin man seemed to be taken aback and didn't know what to respond with. Fortunately for him Siros had had enough of being on the bench of this situation, so he pushed forward, against Pierre's warning of course.

"My liege...

"It's okay...I only just want to take a better look." said Siros as he approached the pentagram and stopped about half a meter from it's edge. Jason saw the man staring at him intently, and because he was now closer ,he he could observe him more clearly. He was definitely more well nourished than the one who had summoned him, and definitely more well dressed.

'So, the real mastermind behind this summoning is you right.' thought Jason as he had finally understood the power balance in the room.The one in the armor had called him 'liege' which ment he was his servant or bodyguard ,and the one who had summoned him seemed to just be a pawn.

"Devil, my name is Siros, the second prince of this kingdom and the one chosen to protect this place. It is I who wished to summon you here."

"So it seems..." nonchalantly responded Jason making Siros smile.

"I know that even though my status offers me much, I don't have the ability to make you kill an army of thousands, but I hope that you could give me a way to succeed. I know that curses are something devil's like you prefer...maybe even a plague amidst their ranks?"

"Curse....plague?" repeated Jason and Siros just noded. This made him think about the warfare he had learned from his history books, and agreed that such a thing was a good strategy. Killing the head of an army would definitely disorient them and maybe even infighting would comence. Also a plague would definitely be catastrophic among the army as by the looks of the bodyguard of this so claimed prince , the technology level was at most lete medevial.

Still he could accomplish neither of such tasks, so he pushed the ball back. " Oh, a curse...maybe a plague you say? Do you think such a feat is easy...prince?! Do you think that I can just snap my fingers....and it'll be done?" calmly retorted Jason.

"No, of course not! " dismissed Siros, but he lamented on the uselessness of the devil he had just summoned.