She carefully copied out Paimon’s very pretty and squiggly goetic seal full of curly flourishes onto her floorboards with chalk, and then it was time for the sacrifice. She hated the necessity, but Crocell was insistent that a King required one, though even a small life would do. She’d caught a lizard in the garden, and with a sad sigh at the necessity, held it down in the larger circle and chopped its head off with a sharp blow from her silver athame (that had once held a more mundane purpose as a cake server). She’d made the demon’s circle the larger one this time, so there would be room for the camel. Forneus had complained a lot about being extremely squashed on her first summoning, and she didn’t want to risk offending a King. She used her vine-handled oak wand to empower the runes and seal, as Janus had warned her that her new vine wood wand was tainted with tracking and monitoring enchantments. She’d popped it in the boot of her mother’s car that morning, so it could monitor her parents’ dentistry office all day.