Daglop: Hey there! You seem like a guillb- err… um… “intelligent” type. I propose a deal. I need a minion to be my muscle to help me acquire a few special… “ingredients” for a ritual. In exchange, I’ll give you my former master to do with whatever you demon-slaying types do with demons. If you are interested, just sign here. In blood, please.
Sign Daglop’s contract.
Daglop: I, Daglop the Mercifel, Daglop the Magnivalent, Daglop the Wondevil, have come to make a deal!
The contract starts with a large flowing, vile looking script that, with each sentence gets smaller and smaller in its lettering. It begins:
“I, the undersigned, here after referred to as “the second party,” do solemnly swear and agree to the terms set forth by Daglop Ravaliash Driscol Blat, here after referred to as ‘Daglop.'”
(Flip to Page 2.)
The contract continues in a progressively smaller font:
“These terms include the acquisition of materials required for the Ritual of Sharazaan, here after referred to as “the gig,” and any extermination, elimination, assassination, or murderation of subjects, living or otherwise, that resist the aforementioned assets required by the gig and Daglop.”
(Flip to Page 3.)
The lettering is now nearly illegible:
“In exchange, Daglop agrees to provide the second party with a physically intangible source of fel based energy for the infusing of one artifact of great power in said secondary party’s possession, here after referred to as the ‘reward.'”
(Flip to Page 4)
“Upon completion of the gig, the aforementioned reward intended for the second party must be provided through direct source extraction from the third party, role to be filled by the target of.”
The lettering becomes so small at this point the words are effectively unreadable by mortal eyes.
(Sign contract in blood.)
Daglop: At last! A minion of my very own!
Let’s Make a Deal